Tuesday Trash Roundup

Hey, we’re on time this week. Welcome to our weekly (more or less) attempt to clear out our saved browser bookmarks. It’s Herculean. Er, maybe Sisyphean. Hmm. Upon reflection, I’ve got the wrong legends. For the purposes, I think we need Cloacina on the case. Cloacina was the patroness of the Roman sewers. Only the goddess of filth can take on the whole internet.

Dramatic Drop in Marijuana Use Among U.S. Youth Over a Decade

The study, published in the journal Pediatric Reports, reveals that one of the most striking results from the analysis is the significant decrease in the percentage of adolescents reporting current marijuana use. In 2011, 23.1% of adolescents indicated they were current users, but by 2021, this figure had dropped to 15.8%. Additionally, the percentage of adolescents trying marijuana for the first time before age 13 also saw a notable decline, from 8.1% in 2011 to 4.9% in 2021.

Hmm. Asking teenagers if they smoke dope. If my experience is any guide, half the respondents will lie and say they don’t smoke doobies, and the other half will lie and say they do smoke doobies.

License Plate Readers Are Creating a US-Wide Database of More Than Just Cars

These images were generated by AI-powered cameras mounted on cars and trucks, initially designed to capture license plates, but which are now photographing political lawn signs outside private homes, individuals wearing T-shirts with text, and vehicles displaying pro-abortion bumper stickers—all while recording the precise locations of these observations. Newly obtained data reviewed by WIRED shows how a tool originally intended for traffic enforcement has evolved into a system capable of monitoring speech protected by the US Constitution.

Do people still wave at the Google war-driving car? Everyone used to. Dystopia, apparently, is not a top-down idea.

Researchers say an AI-powered transcription tool used in hospitals invents things no one ever said

The full extent of the problem is difficult to discern, but researchers and engineers said they frequently have come across Whisper’s hallucinations in their work. A University of Michigan researcher conducting a study of public meetings, for example, said he found hallucinations in eight out of every 10 audio transcriptions he inspected, before he started trying to improve the model.

A machine learning engineer said he initially discovered hallucinations in about half of the over 100 hours of Whisper transcriptions he analyzed. A third developer said he found hallucinations in nearly every one of the 26,000 transcripts he created with Whisper.

I hope no one is playing the Operation game in a nearby waiting room while I’m being examined and recorded like this. I’d hate to be unconscious on an operating table while the doctor looks at his assistant, and says, “It says here we’re supposed to take out his wrenched ankle.”

The Great Exhibition unveils the world’s only office roller coaster in Stockholm

The roller coaster, which took over a year to design and build, features three metres of elevation and is constructed from four tons of red-lacquered steel. While some questioned the practicality of having a roller coaster in the office, Kukacka reflects, “In the end, everyone agreed that the benefits outweighed the challenges. Building this roller coaster taught us that almost anything is possible if you have a clear idea and stick to it.”

I told my sons that offices used to be well-organized, serious places where important work got done as efficiently as possible by people who wanted to project a certain amount of dignity in their comportment and dress. Sure, dad, and you rode a dinosaur to work, I’ll bet.

Your Doctor Won’t See You Now—or Ever Again

Their reasons for not pursuing the kind of generalist care they trained for? Morros says they don’t want to have to run a business. If family doctors’ compensation is going to be the lowest of all physicians’, they at least want to rein in their hours and responsibilities. And they want to be able to take a vacation. Morros frames this as “moral injury.” Residents tell her that if they can’t get time away from their patients when they need to, then they’d rather not take on regular patients.

I don’t go to the doctor much. The clerks pester me endlessly to name my primary physician. They fall back to asking the name of any doctor I’ve ever seen. They’re flummoxed when I can’t name anybody. Once, after a particularly energetic hectoring from the clerk, I answered truthfully: Dr. Erwin Pastorello. They looked him up, and said to me, “But it says here he died in 1974.” Yup. That’s the last doctor who knew my name. And he gave me a lollipop.

Bret Taylor’s customer service AI startup just raised $175M

Sierra, launched by Taylor and longtime Google exec Clay Bavor, focuses on selling AI-powered customer service chatbots to brands like WeightWatchers and Sirius XM. There’s an “agent” component, as well. The platform connects to other enterprise systems to undertake tasks on behalf of the customer without humans being involved.

I’m sorry, but I only recognize customer service information if it’s delivered in a thick, Punjabi accent, with an upsell offer tacked on. And, why yes, I have tried turning it off and on again.

The Battery Revolution Is Finally Here

After a lot more experimentation, the industry determined that solid electrolytes were probably the best way to prevent making rechargeable bombs. In other words, SSBs were more or less conceptualized and developed as a result of chasing an ideal anode. Most solid-state cells in development today from Factorial, QuantumScape and others like Solid Power, have lithium metal anodes.

I’m looking forward to the day when your electric car battery can only electrocute you, not electrocute you and set you on fire.

Google accused of shadow campaigns redirecting antitrust scrutiny to Microsoft

In the blog, Microsoft lawyer Rima Alaily alleged that an astroturf group called the Open Cloud Coalition will launch this week and will appear to be led by “a handful of European cloud providers.” In actuality, however, those smaller companies were secretly recruited by Google, which allegedly pays them “to serve as the public face” and “obfuscate” Google’s involvement, Microsoft’s blog said. In return, Google likely offered the cloud providers cash or discounts to join, Alaily alleged.

Hey, Rima, I’m not a lawyer, and I don’t even play one on teevee, but even I know real, adult lawyers don’t blog about tortious interference, or whatever law-talking guys call it when regulators are involved. They sue and stuff like that. Otherwise, MS is paying lawyer rates for whining. You can get that for free on Reddit, generally.

The truth behind Lee Sklar’s custom ‘producer’s switch’

Nowadays the world and its sales rep want Sklar to endorse their products, including German-based manufacturer Warwick, who built him one of their Star Basses, but with a one-off custom switch. “I call it my producer’s switch,” explains Lee. “If I’m on a session and the producer asks me to get a different sound, I make sure he sees me flip this switch and then I just change my hand position a bit. There are no wires of anything that go to this switch. It’s a placebo, but it’s saved me a lot of grief in the studio.”

Gandalf the bass player is a genius for that one. Of course, the practice has a long pedigree. Office managers have been disabling the thermostat, but leaving it on the wall for girls to fiddle with, for many years.

Ford CEO says new mid-size electric pickup will match the cost of Chinese EVs like BYD

With new low-cost Chinese flooding global markets, Ford CEO Jim Farley vows its new mid-size electric pickup is a “game changer.” Ford’s leader took a jab at BYD, vowing the company’s new electric pickup will match the costs of Chinese automakers building in Mexico.

Kinda hilarious. They’re touting hybrids. The all-electric range is 62 miles. And they want over $50,000 for it. As I’ve pointed out before, you can buy a gas-powered pickup in Mexico for twenty grand.

 

Have a nice Tuesday everyone. Thanks for reading and commenting and buying my book and hitting my tip jar. It’s greatly appreciated.

Kinda Trash Day

Now where did I put that flip phone?

Apparently, it’s Wednesday. What happened to Tuesday? I didn’t get the memo. No one notified me. I didn’t get a heads-up. I wasn’t clued in. At any rate, let’s clean out our browser bookmarks, and start looking forward to another week of putting fresh ones aside, and not getting around to reading them either.

How DRAM changed the world

1966 was a long time ago. The Beatles released Revolver. The No. 1 film was The Good, the Bad, and The Ugly. And computers, such as they were, involved paper tape and punch card readers. That same year, Robert Dennard invented dynamic random access memory (DRAM). Two years later — 55 years ago —on June 4, 1968, the DRAM patent was granted. The rest is history.

That’s not bad writing. It is, however, trite writing. Interesting story, though, of a man you never heard of that invented something akin to the wheel, only for computers.

Singapore grants conditional approval for 4,300km subsea cable to import electricity from Australia

Approval was granted to import 1.75 gigawatts (GW) of low-carbon electricity from Northern Australia into Singapore, announced Second Minister for Trade and Industry Tan See Leng on Oct. 22 at the Asia Clean Energy Summit during the Singapore International Energy Week (SIEW) 2024. This will account for approximately nine per cent of Singapore’s total electricity needs.

I hope the United States never objects to this. It would be a shame if something happened to your undersea infrastructure.

Brazil Arrests ‘USDoD,’ Hacker in FBI Infragard Breach

Brazilian authorities reportedly have arrested a 33-year-old man on suspicion of being “USDoD,” a prolific cybercriminal who rose to infamy in 2022 after infiltrating the FBI’s InfraGard program and leaking contact information for 80,000 members. More recently, USDoD was behind a breach at the consumer data broker National Public Data that led to the leak of Social Security numbers and other personal information for a significant portion of the U.S. population.

Does this mean the girl at the dentist’s office could just look up my SS# online, instead of asking me every time? It would save time.

Oriental hornets do not get sick or die when consuming very large amounts of alcohol, study shows

A team of behavioral ecologists, zoologists and crop protection specialists from Tel Aviv University reports that Oriental hornets have the highest-known tolerance to alcohol in the animal kingdom. In their study published in Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, the group fed ethanol solutions to hornets.

I’ll take Answers to Questions nobody asked for $500, Alex. Also, the Oriental Hornets is the name of my Vapors tribute band. But I digress.

Tracks left by a bird-sized dinosaur suggest it used wings to run faster

A small international team of biologists, geologists and paleontologists has found evidence that a bird-sized dinosaur from the early Cretaceous used its wings to run faster. In their study published in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, the group analyzed both the footprints and the creature that left them and reported evidence for wing-assisted running.

It’s a news item about wings that doesn’t even mention how they might go with blue cheese dip and celery on the side. I’ll mark it incomplete.

A Hiker Started a Wildfire Trying to Signal for Help. Now He Owes the Government $300,000

Powers, she wrote, “was reckless and negligent in his preparation for a hike of this magnitude from the outset.” He hadn’t packed a GPS device, paper map, or compass, instead relying on a cell phone mapping app that was useless without service. He had failed to bring a headlamp or flashlight, instead relying on his phone’s built-in light. While he had brought two large knives, he hadn’t brought a first-aid kit or any method of signaling for help in an emergency. He wasn’t, she said, even on the right trail: Instead of the 17-mile, moderate Cabin Loop, he was hiking the 18.8-mile Taylor Cabin Loop, a full 50 miles away, which his guidebook rated as strenuous.

Nature tries as hard as it can to cull the weak-minded. We’re always interfering.

Welcome to the Dark Side of the Tech Industry

In the high-pressure world of technology startups, where willpower, work ethic, and high intelligence are highly prized, disheartening trends are prevailing in the industry. From drug use and disagreeable coworkers to the constant worry about losing your job and the harsh glass floor to get into the industry, these challenges paint a grim picture of what it takes to survive and thrive in tech.

Hmm. I was unaware the tech industry had a good side. People typing a little in cubicles want to make it sound like they’re climbing Everest. Oh well. If the going gets too rough, I suggest you light a signal fire in the break room, and wait for help.

Nationwide Telecommunications Provider and its CEO Plead Guilty to Massively Defrauding Federal Government Programs Meant to Aid the Needy

MIAMI –Issa Asad, 51, of Southwest Ranches, Fla., and Q Link Wireless LLC, of Dania Beach, Fla., pleaded guilty today to conspiring to defraud and commit offenses against the United States in connection with a years-long scheme to steal over $100 million from a celebrated federal program providing discounted phone service to people in need. Asad, Q Link’s CEO, also pleaded guilty to laundering money from a separate scheme to defraud a different federal program meant to aid individuals and businesses hurt by the Covid-19 pandemic.

Issa Asad? I always hate to see a fellow Irishman gone bad.

How the United States Can Win the Battery Race

But even significant funding won’t get the job done if it isn’t directed at the right target: securing U.S. supremacy in next-generation technology, solid-state batteries. U.S. companies and research institutions are on the cusp of commercializing next-generation batteries that far surpass the performance of today’s lithium-ion batteries in safety, longevity, and energy density. And with scaled-up production, these batteries would eliminate dependence on Chinese-produced graphite.

Solid state batteries are all of a sudden the answer. I’ve said it here ten times. Li-Ion batteries are the curlicue lightbulbs of energy storage. Although Teslas will always make excellent signal fires if you’re stranded a short walk from the nearest battery charger. 

Neanderthal group genetically isolated for 50,000 years despite being just 10 days’ walk from neighbours

Until now, the story has been that at the time of the extinction there was just one Neanderthal population that was genetically homogeneous, but now we know that there were at least 2 populations present at that time,” says co-first author Tharsika Vimala of the University of Copenhagen.

They should have lit a signal fire when the signal from their cellphones went dead. They were Neanderthal, so I assume they had flip phones.

Well, there’s the roundup. Go out there and have a terrific yesterday, people.

What It’s Like in Hallowell, Maine

We’re weird. We get cabin fever in the fall. We’re supposed to wait until we’ve been mewed up in our mountain bolthole for four months under five feet of snow to get antsy and get to wandering. But once the lawn stops growing and there’s no point gardening, because a hard frost has already taken care of everything, we sometimes pick a destination and decide to annoy it properly. This weekend, we chose Hallowell.

Hallowell is a couple of counties over from us. Kennebec. The Kennebec River runs through it, and was the original reason for the town. The river runs  to the sea, and rivers were the original superhighways for commerce. Hallowell is a carbuncle on the southern portion of Ogguster, the state capital. Ogguster’s big by Maine’s small standards. Almost 20,000 people. Hallowell has about 2,500 more. And if you go downtown on a fine fall day and sit on a bench in front of the coffee shop, it appears all 2,500 are trying to drive past you at the same time. It’s like American Graffiti, with better gas mileage.

No matter how busy it gets, you can cross la strada with impunity, because this is Maine. People obey laws around here when anyone’s looking. Place a pinkie toe in the crosswalk, and drivers stand on the brakes for you. Oh, and by the way, the crosswalks are serious business, not a series of worn out painted stripes. They’re made of granite blocks:

Granite quarrying was a going concern around here for a long time, and the residue of it is still visible here and there.

You can roll down the hill on your bicycle or your unsteady legs, and enjoy the riverside. There is a very substantial pier with plastic Adirondacks to park your thinking parts on and watch the locals gather and the river meander by.

The chairs are made from recycled plastic, another word for garbage. In the high summer, they smell like the dump a bit. In the fall they’re fine. You can put your feet up on the concrete ledge and eat your bag lunch, and generally enjoy yourself. The serene river and the soporific sunshine lulls you into complacency, so much so that you lose the urge to walk back up the hill and murder whoever is playing a hurdy gurdy on the street corner. Perhaps “murder” sounds a tad harsh. I would have preferred to have given him some spare change from my pocket, is what I really meant. Of course instead of dropping it in his tip jar, I would have thrown it at him like Sandy Koufax, but the result would be the same, surely. We’d both be richer for the experience.

People ooh and ah over Hallowell’s strip because it’s old. People are weird about such topics. They can’t wait to turn their entire life into one big, featureless plastic stripmall snouthouse monstrosity, but they always tell you how much they like twee streets and little shops. You can find all sorts of vestiges of old downtowns in Maine, mostly abandoned. But Hallowell isn’t Potemkin. The shops and restaurants are open and appear to be making real money. They’re certainly charging real money.

We’ve eaten in at least four restaurants in Hallowell. I’m pretty sure we’ve eaten in a total of four restaurants in Maine in the last 15 years, so that’s a lot. That’s the Liberal Cup on Water Street. It has grub and a liquor license. It’s less expensive than a tax audit, and the food is almost as good as you can make at home. That’s my review. Oh, don’t eat there if you don’t want your feet to stick to the floor a bit.

We’ve also eaten at the Bistro Milliard. It’s an upscale eye-talian joint. It was our anniversary, so we decided to splurge. “Splurge” doesn’t cover it, though. Your mouth won’t water, but your eyes will when you get the check. We blew way over a hundred clams in the place, and went away hungry anyway.  To finish, we tried to spend even more and asked for espresso for afters, and got a blank look for our trouble.

We ate in Burano’s Wood-Fired Pizzeria on Sunday. We’d given up on the other spots. We sat outdoors on a patio overlooking the river. Nice. The waiter, who had enough facial hair for a creditable soul patch, had decided to ration it out into a beard, and even attempted some form of D’Artagnan effect with the moustache. This endeared him to us and made us want to adopt him. He seemed pleasant, and we have a mirror at our house he might find handy. We watched the pizza being prepared through the big glass windows, and being shoveled into the big glowing pizza oven, which was a kind of fun. How they managed to serve it to us lukewarm anyway is a dark and bloody mystery. We were ten steps away. Not bad, though. Just a missed opportunity to excel.

But we don’t travel the Maine map to take pictures of our food. We go to Hallowell for the rail trail. It starts in Ogguster and ends in Gardiner.

As you wend your way along, the river peeks at you through the trees pretty regularly, and you can peek back without worrying about cars running you over. It’s pretty sweet, and not crowded.

We started in Hallowell and ended in Ogguster. We went back and forth a couple of times. Ten miles on a mostly level trail seems like nothing to pedal. The trail begins in Ogguster behind this stately pile of granite:

My wife, and the Main Street Maine dot Org website, call this building (the Olde Federal Building) a Romanesque Revival style. It ain’t. It’s Chateauesque. The granite and the turrets give it away. My wife can prove I’m wrong by referring to the internet. I can prove I’m right by knowing things. You can decide which is the more reliable method.

Hallowell is sorta notable, architecture-wise. It has buildings on the Historical Architectural Building Survey (HABS). Here’s one from downtown. The Emporium:

Sometime around 1820, somebody built a brick commercial building here. In the 1870s, the owners gussied it up by putting a cast-iron facade on it, rendering it unusual and notable and hot to the touch in August. This image was taken in 1970 or so. Let’s see how things have changed in Hallowell in the intervening half-century:

Yeah, Maine has a bit of a fly-in-amber vibe to it. At least the good parts do. Everything new looks like someone from San Diego tried to make another Massachusetts, and failed.

So visit Hallowell. The river sparkles and the bike path beckons and drivers yield to pedestrians and there are more liquor licenses than drunks. Some day they’ll learn how to serve pizza hot, and it will be like paradise.

Chocolate Hair and Other Discontents

That’s the more or less one-hit wonders Sugarloaf, from Denver Colorado. That song made it to Number Three on the Billboard Hot 100 in 1970. It’s one of a legion of songs from the era that prominently featured a Hammond organ in the mix. Guys like Emerson, Lake, and Palmer, and Deep Purple, and Procol Harum all mixed a church organ way up front. Deep Purple The Moody Blues mined the same ore with a Mellotron, an organ with keys that trigger a tape recording  of a note, instead of a note. The Beatles Strawberry Fields Forever has one on it, for instance.

Sugarloaf was way, way more obscure than those bands. Their trajectory is quite demonstrative of the way the music business works, or doesn’t, depending on how high up in it you get.

To get started, it’s important to be completely unable to name your band, or even decide what kind of music to play. Sugarloaf, which could have been named after a famous mountain in Brazil, or a semi-famous ski area in Maine, or a hillock in Wicklow, Ireland, is named for an obscure mountain in Colorado. The band had what seems like about fifty names at one time or another. They were The Classics, but only after dropping the name The Surf Classics, because they didn’t want to sound like the Ventures anymore. Then they “evolved” into the Moonrakers. Then a couple of Moonrakers decided to be Chocolate Hair for obscure reasons. Maybe Vanilla Fudge made them jealous. Whatever. They managed to get a recording contract, but the label’s lawyer told them that Chocolate Hair might be problematic with the brothas, so Sugarloaf it was. Green-Eyed Lady was an afterthought on the album, but it was a big hit. The music biz is like that a lot. Happy accidents.

Their second album made it to 111 on the charts. I’m pretty sure you can make it to 110 by selling your albums out of the trunk of your car, although I’ve never tried it. They were opening act performers for guys like The Who and Deep Purple for a while. Their next claim to fame was being the backup band on a Bee Gees cover song recorded by, I kid you not, the guy who played Eddie Munster. I hope the check cleared. Then they made a sort of novelty song, Don’t Call Us, We’ll Call You, which featured the sound of a touch-tone phone. It was about as musical as you’d expect. That album made it to 152 on the Billboard Top 200 list. The band sorta atomized not long after that. The lead singer and keyboardist joined Disco-Tex and the Sex-O-Lettes for a spell. One of their songs was parodied on The Simpsons, so they had that going for them. I hope the check cleared.

Thirty years ago some members joined with a nostalgia tour with castaways from bands like Cannibal and the Headhunters, Rare Earth, Iron Butterfly, and other devotees of drum solos and graying chest hair. The only recent performance listed for them is from 2012, at a golf club. From there, it’s strictly the obituaries, mostly from predictable things like lung cancer. But the lead singer died from something called Pick’s Disease, something I’d never heard of. So I looked it up. It’s the informal name for behavioral variant frontotemporal dementia. According to the Wikiup. The symptoms are:

Behavior can change in BvFTD in either of two ways—it can change to being impulsive and disinhibited, acting in socially unacceptable ways; or it can change to being listless and apathetic

It must be deuced difficult to diagnose that for a rock musician. I’ve answered want ads looking for bass players who were disinhibited, and ready to act in socially unacceptable ways. But I never got the gigs. And everyone was pretty listless and apathetic at the auditions.

God rest ye, fellas. Green-Eyed Lady was lots of fun.

Tuesday Trash Roundup. On Thursday

Well, it’s the second daily anniversary of Tuesday. Tuesday is usually trash day. Of course we had a holiday, which sets trash pickup back a day. I’ve noticed that even though they don’t want to call it Columbus Day anymore, everyone who works for the government still wants the day off. I think it’s the descendants of the same governments that sorta crowded out the indigenous people around here, and sent them to the Dakotas, or perdition. They still want the day off to celebrate it. Go be indigenous somewhere else, though. But a  day off is a day off, I guess.

I’m reminded of St. Patrick’s Day in Boston. If you’re not from the Bay State, you may not know that Boston was once about 110% Irish. The indigenous people were the Yankees back then, and the Irish newcomers made them trace a trail of tears and mortgages to the suburbs, to live on cul-de-sac reservations in godforsaken places like Wellesley and Brookline. Anyway, St. Paddy’s day was more than a holiday in Boston. It was all the holidays put together.

There was a problem. Everyone Irish in Boston worked for the government in one way or another, and St. Paddy’s wasn’t an official holiday. You couldn’t be in the parades for ten minutes and the barrooms for ten hours if you were on duty at the State house, sleeping behind a desk like you did on any other given day. So Massachusetts invented a holiday called Evacuation Day. It’s the date when British troops finally got as tired of Bostonians as you are and left the city for good. I know the feeling. It’s amusing to see the Wikiup even gently calling the date of the holiday falling on the same day as St. Patrick’s Day “a coincidence.” Yeah, and Oswald was just trying to shoot pigeons and missed.

Not many people in Boston could actually tell you what Evacuation Day is supposed to commemorate. But eventually, everyone just decided it refers to evacuating every government building in town. And of course taking shelter in any safe haven. You know, one with a liquor license. They’re famously safe.

So it’s a day late for being a day late, and as always a dollar short unless someone hits my tip jar, but I’ve got to evacuate my browser bookmarks before Tuesday rolls around again, or I’ll have to put two bags of pixels out on the curb next week.

The Rise and Fall of Matchbox’s Toy-Car Empire

The announcement that John Cena has signed on to be the star of the new Matchbox live-action movie raises a few questions. First—there’s going to be a Matchbox movie? And second—what will it be about, exactly?

Egad. Please, no. The Barbie movie is mentioned. Enough. But I’m here to tell you that the original Matchbox cars were the coolest toy a male American child could own, and we owned hundreds of them. They were simply miniature versions of real cars, and very well-made. Eventually the company lost its mind and tried to compete with Hot Wheels, and started making ridiculous looking race car thingies, and got bought out by Mattel for their troubles. Now every car that passes me on the highway looks like a Hot Wheel. I long for a return of a Matchbox world. Not a Matchbox movie. And by the way, American Bricks were way, way better than Legos, too.

Why birds do not fall while sleeping

In this model, the body and foot bones were replaced by bars, and muscles and tendons by more or less rigid cables. The joints between each bone in the feet were replaced by pulleys. “We began the experiments by using a single cable that began at the ‘bird’s’ pelvis and stretched to its feet, passing through all of the joints (hip, knee, ankle), and therefore through all of the pulleys.”

That sounds like a lot of work. They should have just found a parrot, and asked nicely.

EV battery prices to fall by nearly 50 pct and near ICE parity by 2026, says Goldman Sachs

Technological advances designed to increase battery energy density, combined with a drop in green metal prices, are expected to push battery prices lower than previously expected, according to a new briefing from Goldman Sachs Research.

It says global average battery prices declined from $153 (all prices in USD) per kilowatt-hour (kWh) in 2022 to $149/kWh in 2023 and are projected to fall to $111 by the end of 2024.

Goldman Sachs’ researchers further predict that average battery prices could fall as far as $80/kWh by 2026, which would equate to a drop of almost 50 per cent from 2023 levels.

I assume this prediction just means Goldman Sachs is buying electricity generating companies.

Federal Trade Commission Announces Final “Click-to-Cancel” Rule Making It Easier for Consumers to End Recurring Subscriptions and Memberships

The Commission’s updated rule will apply to almost all negative option programs in any media. The rule also will prohibit sellers from misrepresenting any material facts while using negative option marketing; require sellers to provide important information before obtaining consumers’ billing information and charging them; and require sellers to get consumers’ informed consent to the negative option features before charging them.

Hey, maybe you can finally stop paying AOL every month.

Why Don’t We Use Awnings Anymore

They built these structures with incredibly clever passive heating and cooling systems like the double-hung window, making the best of the technological limitations of their day to create buildings that could keep people relatively comfortably even in extreme temperatures and awnings were a major part of that.

The author points to air conditioning as the death knell for awnings. Fair enough. But plenty of Americans didn’t have A/C until fairly recently. Vinyl siding killed awnings just as fast as A/C did. Everything was stripped off the exterior to make way for its plastic winding sheet.

How to Work for a Boss Who Always Changes Their Mind

Reporting to an indecisive boss is an unquestionably “challenging and frustrating situation,” says Sydney Finkelstein, the director of the Leadership Center at the Tuck School of Business at Dartmouth College. If your leader is easily influenced by whoever talked to them last, what other organizations are doing, or the TikTok they saw this morning, it shouldn’t sentence you to a constant state of flux. While you can’t control their behavior, you’re not powerless.

I can simplify this much further, Sydney. If your boss even knows what TikTok is, you have a stupid job. And man, the Harvard Business Review has lost a lot off its fastball over the years.

Court Tells EPA to Consider Fluoride Risk, to Dentists’ Dismay

Many experts say water fluoridation is a safe, crucial tool for preventing tooth decay. Critics say fluoridated water has little dental value, and they point to some studies suggesting that swallowing fluoride may harm developing brains.

I drank fluoridated water all the time while I was growing up, and I haven’t noticed any bad pancakes curbstones zzzyva garfish toenail gllllll fzzzbit gurgle… uh, effects.

The not-so-glamourous origins of standard track gauge

As it happens, the story in question was plagiarised in its entirety from an email spam chain that has been doing the rounds in the US since the 1990s. However, speculation over the reason why standard track gauge is, on the face of it, such an odd number isn’t confined to dodgy email spam — in fact, it occurs amongst seasoned railway folks too.

If you’re unfamiliar, they’re discussing the distance between railroad tracks, which is more or less standardized. It demonstrates something interesting about the internet: Not only is the internet mostly wrong about everything, it’s also the only source of information anyone pays attention to anymore, including the LLMs that are going to be used to answer everyone’s questions going forward. Good luck with that.

RTX to pay $950 million to resolve US defense fraud, Qatar bribery charges

Prosecutors in Boston alleged that Raytheon from 2012 to 2018 defrauded the Defense Department into paying over $111 million more than it should have in two contracts to purchase Patriot missile systems and operate a radar system.

So Raytheon will pay a fine to the US government using funds no doubt paid to it by the US government. No one gets fired or goes to jail. Nice work, when you can get it.

Two accused of DDoSing some of the world’s biggest tech companies

The prosecutors said Anonymous Sudan operated a cloud-based DDoS tool to take down or seriously degrade the performance of online targets and often took to a Telegram channel afterward to boast of the exploits. The tool allegedly performed more than 35,000 attacks, 70 of which targeted computers in Los Angeles, where the indictment was filed. The operation allegedly ran from no later than January 2023 to March 2024.

Interestingly, Anonymous Sudan was the name of my Joni Mitchell tribute band. Well, I think it was. Or it might just be the fluoride talking.

Have a great Tuesday… er, Wednesday… um, Thursday… hot damn that fluoride lingers, don’t it?

Export Data

I’m not interested, exactly, in what the USA makes. We make all kinds of stuff. For instance, wander into any convenience store, and you’ll find 40 kinds of beef jerky to go with your Brawndo and snuff purchases. We make plenty of locomotives that masquerade as pickup trucks, too. Just printing Taylor Swift tickets employs millions.

No, I’m more interested in what we sell to the rest of the world, not what we sell to ourselves. I know we sell hot pockets in Peoria. Do we sell any in Pretoria? Stuff like that.

The Wikiup to the rescue! What’s the number one export of the United States from 1991 to 2021? I’ve attached an amended chart. By amended, I mean I’m also relying on my own personal input. The chart at the Wiki uses statistics from the World Bank, but those guys don’t know everything. They’re still lending money to a smoking hole in Eastern Europe, for instance. They don’t keep up with the times the way I do. So I’ve added some first-hand knowledge to the the chart, in order to make it truthier.

Happy Colon Day 2024

I remember Columbus Day because I used to play music in a hundred and one bands anyone that would have me and try to make money to eat and get cigarettes and I don’t smoke and there still was never enough money and I played at a tee-totaling biker association party for two members’ wedding not gay a man and a woman that arrived on a motorcycle with the woman I think wearing a white Wedding Dress and no helmet and we played for one hundred sober bikers and ninety-nine of them were like accountants and one was like a serial murderer but they all looked exactly the same so you had to assume they all would kill you if they got the chance instead of the more likely thing that they’d do your taxes if you asked nice and I never played Born To Be Wild for a Wedding Song before and the bride’s father was in jail I think so she had to dance with the groom twice and the whole thing was held at the Italian-American Club on Gano Street in Providence but everybody calls it Guano Street for a joke haha and it’s a real long time ago but it might have been the Portuguese-American Club I don’t remember but I do remember it was Columbus Day and I went into the bar to get away from the sober biker accountants and that one serial murderer that were in the function room and it didn’t matter if it was the Italian-American Club or the Portuguese-American Club or the Knights Of Columbus Hall haha that would be funny but I don’t really remember but I distinctly remember a guy with a knife a real knife not a just a knife a dagger that came to a perfect point and didn’t fold or look like you could do anything wholesome with it it just looked one hundred percent like it was designed and made to gut a bass player and that guy held that knife right under my chin and explained to me in Portuguese that Cristobal Colon was Portuguese and don’t you forget it and my Spanish was very sketchy and Portuguese sounds like Russian to me not Spanish anyway but believe me I understood every damn word he said and I advise you all to answer the question did you know Cristobal Colon was Portuguese in the affirmative at all times.

The end.

Noticing. It’s a Bitch

I’ll add something right up front here: It’s not my fault I notice things. In a way, it’s my job, if I’m going to blog. I guess this form of interwriting is a very loose form of journalism. Er, maybe not journalism. Epistles? I dunno. I’ve been accused of birthing more screeds than Savonarola, but I don’t see it like that. Like I said, it’s not my fault I notice things.

Noticing things can get you into big trouble these days. Or more to the point, noticing the wrong things. But I can’t help myself. No matter how many times you do it, I’ll always notice when allegedly educated persons no longer know the difference between vice and vise, or mislead and misled, or ken the similarity between a tattoo and a port wine stain. Oh well.

So let’s watch a video, shall we, and I’ll ruin it for you properly by noticing things afterward. What it’s like to manufacture stuff in China:

It sure is interesting to me, and I’m grateful to Maneesh for filling me in about something I don’t know much about. I’ve worked in a factory or two, so that’s not what I find informative. I’ve made quite hi-tech stuff in those factories, too, much more so than the plastic trifles made in the video. But it was a while ago, and while it was mechanized, it wasn’t robotized like that.

Some things I noticed: Maneesh, who is intelligent and informative, appears slightly unhinged. Most everyone does these days. His clothing and general demeanor is childlike, and I don’t mean that as a compliment. He’s shopping around for a factory to make a product he’s going to sell in the US. That’s a serious business, or used to be, or should be, anyway. Those people sitting there making the stuff, and people everywhere just like them, depend on management to act rationally, in order to keep sitting on those chairs and getting paid. Please note that the workers aren’t dressed like half a clown, and mugging for the camera. I know when management got rapacious, but when did management get silly?  I’m not sure, exactly, but Maneesh and his cohort are just mimicking the slide-deck, rah-rah, go fast and break things, ruthlessly dogfooding, key learnings, boil the ocean zeitgeist adumbrated by techbro jerks like Steve Jobs.

I found the first ten seconds of the video as interesting as the rest of it. Bombing along the Chinese highway, looking out the window. Not enough people simply point a camera at their surroundings so you can see what’s going on in a faraway place. Well, not enough people who know enough to turn their cellphones sideways, anyway. The official media never points their cameras at anything anymore. They’re 100 percent into the not-noticing phase of information delivery. They point cameras at themselves, and tell you what they fantasize is happening instead.

So I got curious about what Maneesh was going to make in the factory he’s trying to find in China. I got to poking around, and noticed this:

Speaking of noticing things, I can’t be the only person who notices how profoundly weird everyone wants to look in this video. The women look like they go to a funeral parlor to get made up, and the only person wearing a tie to talk about a half-a-mil calls himself “Mr. Wonderful” to dispel any seriousness he might be saddled with.

Maneesh is nervous, and they pull at him like pitbull/poodle hybrids at a toddler. He gets a slap for his troubles, but he toddled off somewhere else, and makes and sells the thing anyway.

If you click on the image, you can visit the website and see what’s on offer, but I’ll save you some time. It’s an obedience shock collar you wear on your wrist instead of your pencil neck so that people only get a slightly disturbed vibe from you, not the full dose of your emotional delirium tremens. It’s an invisible fence for you instead of your pitbull/poodle mix. It’s a Timex wearable Skinner Box. It gives you an electric jolt every time you start to badthink. The punchline of the joke is that it doesn’t know anything, so if you’re trying to quit smoking or something, you have to remember to give yourself a shock when you want a coffin nail. So I gather that you don’t have enough willpower to close the refrigerator door, even though you weigh two bills already, but you’re expected to have enough willpower to shock yourself when you reach for the fourth Klondike bar you had today. I can’t help noticing a personality disconnect there.

However, I quibble. I’m glad to support this product in any way I can. Although there will be some ground rules, people. You’ll all wear these things, but I’ll press the buttons for you. And fair warning: I notice a lot more of your bad habits than you do.

Noticing. It’s a Bitch.

Steel Soap Bubbles Need Not Apply

Ah. Irish Setter hairdos and braless babes in hot pants. What’s not to like?

I’m too young for the first go-round of this song. I played in an oldies band many years after this, and it was plenty popular then. The pretty girls all danced in front of the bandstand just like that — just like their moms and aunts and big sisters did for the original. There’s no reason for it, really. The song would have to get a lot more sophisticated just to be considered a trifle. It’s a three-chord raga with lyrics about as compelling as a self-addressed stamped envelope. So what? Soap bubbles wouldn’t float as well if they were made from steel.

That’s the McCoys from Union City, Indiana. They got their name from the extremely B side of the Ventures Walk Don’t Run single. I’ve been in a lot of bands that spent more time trying to come up with a witty name than they did practicing. I’m right there with the McCoys  here. Use whatever’s handy and get on with it.  Hell, people used to name their children random things by opening the Bible to any old page, placing an unseeing finger on the text, and using the words under their digit. Of course the modern method of using a Boggle game or spilling Scrabble game tiles on a Ouija board is much less silly.

There’s two brothers in the band. The Zehringers. Brother Rick eventually changed his name to something easier to spell, and became Rick Derringer. That song might be as simple enough to be played by a chicken pecking a toy piano, but Rick is no slouch. He played guitar on several Steely Dan records. If you’re familiar with their coterie of session men, you know that they didn’t settle.

This is Rick playing the guitar solos on Chain Lightning:

The McCoys were marketed as a bubblegum pop band by their record label. Sloopy made it to Number One on the Billboard chart, sold a million copies, and was named the “Official Rock Song of the State of Ohio.” I’m not sure if that last one is an encomium or an unintentional diss, but it sure is something.

Most musicians can’t handle that kind of success. The McCoys wanted to make heavier rock and psychedelic music. They quit their music label over it, and signed with Mercury Records, who let them make two unlistenable flopparoos before cutting them loose. Two of the original band members didn’t make it to fifty years old by living the serious musician lifestyle a little too seriously.

Rick Derringer hooked up with a bunch of interesting people like Edgar and Johnny Winter and Steely Dan. He eventually had a hit of his own in the mid-seventies called Rock and Roll, Hootchie Coo, which rivals Sloopy for pedestrian lyrics and a general kind of enthusiasm.

Everybody, yeah, tries to put my Sloopy down, but sometimes the simple things are best.

Hank Mobley Straight On In

That’s Hank Mobley on tenor sax, with Tootie Heath on drums, Kenneth Drew on the horse teeth, and a very young Niels House of Pancakes on the upright bass.

Mobley charted a middle course in the 50s and 60s. John Coltrane and Ornette Coleman and similar players were doing the caustic stuff. There was a crop of sorta cool jazz guys like Stan Getz who played it very straight. Mobley wasn’t square, and he wasn’t weird. Eminently listenable, but not wallpaper, either.

The internet and the bookstores are full of lists of the habits of “great” men, most of who are just lucky, shameless, and greedy businessmen, with the occasional scientist or author who holds the correct opinions about things outside of their areas of expertise. I gather you’re supposed to get up a half hour before you go to bed, gobble Vitamin C, use a Cross pen, ride a recumbent bicycle thrice daily, eat only tofu or twizzlers, meditate over your bank accounts, or whatever fad hit some midwit when they were young and it stuck. It’s cargo cult thinking that if you eat what Einstein ate, at the same hour he did, that you’ll get smart.

Most of the famous jazz players were the musical descendants of Charlie Parker’s groundbreaking career. Unfortunately, they figured that Charlie Parker did heroin, so lots of them tried it, figuring that’s where the originality came from. That sort of thing never ends well. The drugs ate Hank up. He died young and homeless, of pneumonia, which is easy to get and hard to get rid of when you have lung cancer from smoking, and a habit.

Listen to the records. Ignore the examples, except as a cautionary tale.

Month: October 2024

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