Snowed in on Thanksgiving

I don’t know exactly when it switched over. Maybe 75 years ago? A century? I’m not in the mood for much research today, so I’ll just wing it. Many, many years ago, artists decided they didn’t want to make art anymore. They started making blobs and splotches and women with their nose on the side of their heads. Luckily for us, illustrators took up the slack. There’s more art in a pinup calendar than a modern art museum. Among the many things I’m grateful for today, illustrators like Leyendecker are right up there. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

Tuesday Refuse Roundup

[Many thanks to Murch for their generous hit on our Ko-Fi tip jar. It is greatly appreciated, and helps keep this place going]

Chemists create world’s thinnest spaghetti

Co-author Professor Gareth Williams (UCL School of Pharmacy) said, “Nanofibers, such as those made of starch, show potential for use in wound dressings as they are very porous. In addition, nanofibers are being explored for use as a scaffold to regrow tissue, as they mimic the extra-cellular matrix—a network of proteins and other molecules that cells build to support themselves.”

Will spaghetti bandages with a neosporin sauce require a red wine, or a white wine IV drip?

The secret history of the world’s first suburb

Samual [sic] Brooks was the first to break ranks, converting his Moseley Street house into a warehouse and building a new suburban villa for his family far enough away from the smog and dirt of the city but near enough to be able to travel to work in his carriage every day. But he did not just build a house for himself, he built an entire neighbourhood where his fellow merchants (horrified that one of their neighbours was now a warehouse) could live permanently. Whalley Range, the world’s first suburb, was born.

Cities seem to have an interesting life cycle. First the posh people want to live there, and then they don’t, and then they do again. I’ve saved myself a lot of trouble by simply avoiding them.

Imagine a land in which Big Tech can’t send you down online rabbit holes or use algorithms to overcharge you

Internet echo chambers and nasty e-commerce tricks that analyze your behavior to milk you for more cash are set to be banned – in China.

Beijing’s internet regulator, the Cyberspace Administration of China (CAC), on Sunday launched a campaign to crack down on such practices and the recommendation algorithms that power them.

What many refer to as echo chambers, the CAC has called “information cocoons.” It wants to force tech providers into coming up with ways to prevent them, and has called for a ban on pushing “highly homogeneous content.”

Highly homogeneous content has never been a problem on this site. Having the attention span of a goldfish helps.

YouTube users report their recommendations are suddenly a total mess

More recently, YouTube and other platforms like TikTok have faced scrutiny from the European Commission under the Digital Services Act for not being transparent about how their recommendation systems work. This includes concerns about promoting harmful content or amplifying misinformation. Regulators are now pressuring these platforms to reveal more about how their algorithms mitigate risks like election manipulation and mental health issues for minors.

What flavor government internet intervention do you prefer? Ramen or spaghetti?

How Did You Do On The AI Art Turing Test?

The median score on the test was 60%, only a little above chance. The mean was 60.6%. Participants said the task was harder than expected (median difficulty 4 on a 1-5 scale).

How meaningful is this? I tried to make the test as fair as possible by including only the best works from each category; on the human side, that meant taking prestigious works that had survived the test of time; on the AI side, it meant tossing the many submissions that had garbled text, misshapen hands, or some similar deformity. But this makes it unrepresentative of a world where many AI images will have these errors.

The author cheats a bit by favoring really bad human artists. What difference would it make if a machine or Basquiat painted something?

‘I have no money’: Thousands of Americans see their savings vanish in Synapse fintech crisis

Morris, like thousands of other customers, was snared in the collapse of a behind-the-scenes fintech firm called Synapse and has been locked out of her account for six months as of November. She held out hope that her money was still secure. Then she learned how much Evolve Bank & Trust, the lender where her funds were supposed to be held, was prepared to return to her.

“We were informed last Monday that Evolve was only going to pay us $500 out of that $280,000,” Morris said during a court hearing last week, her voice wavering. “It’s just devastating.”

I went to the Yotta website. It’s a ridiculous lottery website. The apotheosis of “stupid games.”

Setelinleikkaus: When Finns snipped their cash in half to curb inflation

On the last day of 1945, with World War II finally behind it, Finland’s government announced a new and very strange policy.

All Finns were required to take out a pair of scissors and snip their banknotes in half. This was known in Finland as setelinleikkaus, or banknote cutting. Anyone who owned any of the three largest denomination Finnish banknotes — the 5000 markka note, the 1000, or the 500 — was required to perform this operation immediately. The left side of the note could still be used to buy things, but at only half its value. So if a Finn had a 1000 markka note in their wallet, henceforth he or she could now only buy 500 markka worth of items at stores. As for the right side, it could no longer be spent and effectively became a bond

I’m sure the average Finn would have preferred to cut all the bankers in half instead, but they probably weren’t consulted on the matter.

Oldest US firearm unearthed in Arizona, a bronze cannon linked to Coronado expedition

Independent researchers in Arizona have unearthed a bronze cannon linked to the Vázquez de Coronado expedition, making it the oldest firearm ever found in the continental United States. The discovery sheds new light on the artillery used during the 1539–1542 expedition into the American Southwest.

I can’t imagine what the local dudes wielding bows and arrows and stone clubs thought when the conquistadors touched off that bad boy.

Pretty Flamingoes

That’s Manfred Mann performing Pretty Flamingo in 1966. Nifty video to accompany it. People have always spent a lot of time on their appearance, and still do. We have recently, however, forgotten that becoming exquisitely unpleasant-looking wasn’t the point of the exercise.

Manfred Mann is a person, and the name of the band. It makes for pronoun trouble, but we’ll carry on regardless. Pretty Flamingo made it to Number 1 on the UK pop chart, and deserved it. It’s a sprightly little tune. Manfred Mann was no stranger to the number one slot. They had already covered The Exciters’ Doo Wah Diddy, and even though it’s a half-step removed from a novelty song. it made it to Number 1. They later recorded Bob Dylan’s Quinn the Eskimo (The Mighty Quinn), another odd but interesting choice, and had another number 1.

The band was one of those nurseries for other bands. Cream’s Jack Bruce, and Klaus Voorman were Manfredians. Voorman is just about the most famous person you never heard of. He played the bass. He was friends with the Beatles, and lived in their shared flat for a while. He ended up playing on many of their assorted solo records after everybody met Yoko Ono. Klaus was an artist, too, and designed the LP sleeve for Revolver, among many others. He had more offers than he knew what to do with. The Hollies and the Moody Blues tried to hire him to no avail, although he appeared with the Hollies on TV a couple of times. He could play the flute well enough to be recorded, too. Versatile? Hell, he appeared as Von Schnitzel the Conductor in the movie Popeye. Mad Magazine hired him to draw the cover for one of their issues. He collaborated, one way or another, with everyone from Howlin’ Wolf to the Bee Gees.

None of the members of Manfred Mann wrote Pretty Flamingo. If I asked you to guess who wrote it, and stood on one leg and held my breath while you took a stab at it, I’d fare worse than Yoko Ono’s audiologist. Mark Barkan wrote it. Who? Well, he was American, and he also wrote this:

Not exactly Ode to Joy, but I dare you to get it out of your head by the end of the day. Sorry.

Pretty Flamingo is one of those songs that has legs, as we used to say in the cover band business. It’s recognizable enough to elicit a kind of enthusiasm when you start playing it. It’s also obscure enough to seem like a potent re-discovery.

The song is pleasant enough and interesting enough musically to make even a bad rendition of it pretty good. Or a good one:

 

The Future of Software

Here’s how cars were made in 1960:

Here’s how they’re made now:

The only real work for humans in the modern factory involves judgment. They inspect what the machines have done to make sure it’s correct. Later on in the process, some people crawl around in the passenger compartment to install the electronics and the trouble lights I’ll be looking at when I buy the car second hand in fifteen years or so. It’s not automated, but it sure is mechanized to a fare-thee-well. Again, they are relying more on judgment and experience than a strong back.

It’s 1960 in software. People who push a little javascript around on a virtual desktop, in a fit of self-importance, call themselves engineers, and they think they’re immune to the same forces that made all those thousands of blue-collar workers superfluous in the space of a single lifetime. Open AI or LLMs, or whatever you want to call almost-thinking-bots are going to perform all the IT drudge work going forward. This is not conjecture on my part. This website uses seven plugins I installed that I coded using AI. They all work better than the human-coded plugins they replaced.

The only thing that will be really valuable for computer coding is going to be judgment. And if you’re wearing wool socks and sandals, a man bun, and a neckbeard, I’m afraid you’ve already demonstrated exactly how valuable your judgment is going to be going forward.

Absolutely Tailor-Made for a Ska Remake

Get Smart was harmless fun. The movies and teevee were awash with James-Bond-ish spy stuff back then, and it was inevitable there’d be plenty of comedic riffs on the genre to follow. Mel Brooks and Buck Henry got plenty of mileage out of it. Don Adams made an amiable Agent 86. The term “86 something” is in wide use now, but it was a kind of in-joke back then. If a diner was out of something, they’d “86 it” They’d also refer to an unwanted customer in the same way. Deli humor.

The show was a catch-phrase generator. People wandered the earth saying, “Missed it by that much,” and “Sorry about that chief,” whether it fit the occasion or not. But it was the opening credits ended up being the only truly memorable thing about the show.

The theme song was written by a mostly unknown dude from Quincy, Mass, named Irving Szathmary. He also composed the score and bumper music for the show. I guess it paid well. When the show was retired, Irving retired too.

Stamford Ska is a rollicking band from Old Blighty. They certainly took the theme song one step beyond with panache. You can hire them if you want. Their website says you can get the whole eight-piece outfit for about $1,500, only paid in spondulicks or dosh or bob or shrapnel or whatever it is they use over there. I don’t understand their money.

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