Day: January 4, 2016

  • dollsahoy:

    fallenwithstyle:

    dollsahoy:

    geekygothgirl:

    waffleducttapedtoadoor:

    landrykilledyetanotherguy:

    “Would you go on vacation for $100,000?”

    I would take people out at the knees with a baseball bat to get front of the line access to a remote cabin in the woods where no one knows where I am and can’t contact me, all for a $100k reward after the fact.

    I’ve seen this floating around my FB and so many of the comments on it are smug and holier than thou and “oh, the REST of you plebes can’t survive without your precious Internet and television but I would be fine, because I’m  just that not attached to technology.” And it’s like “bro, I love FB, I love Tumblr, but give me 100K and I’mma take a box of books, a notepad and some pencils, and be golden.” I really don’t think there’s many people who wouldn’t take that option. Shut up. You’re not special. 

    …and…like…it doesn’t even say NO TECHNOLOGY, just no real-time-access-to-outside-world tech.  If there’s electricity, you can have a non-networked computer–work on writing, illustrating, composing music, watch movies, play games, bring Arduino stuff and hack to your heart’s content…

    If there’s not electricity, there’s probably not plumbing, either, which might be a bigger deal breaker for some people than lack of electronics.  And, some of those people…well, there’s technique involved in keeping a fire going… (Is there a stove at all?)

    My point is, as @geekygothgirl pointed out, of course people can survive without the internet for a month, especially if they’d get $100,000 for it…but…living in a small isolated cabin in the middle of winter might require doing without more than just an internet connection…and that’s where all those smug ‘not attached to technology’ people might realize that…yeah…they are…

    Also, this sounds like the premise of a bad horror movie.

    When “Just wanted to get away from it all” goes too far

    You know, this is pretty much my idea of a perfect holiday. Electricity or no, I’d be happy.

  • People are arguing about what to call the armed group that took over Malheur Wildlife Refuge in Oregon

    shadesofmauve:

    shadesofmauve:

    Personally, I’m going with “fuck heads.”

    Longer version:

    Their choice of location is not random.

    These are people who are incensed at limitations put on them with regard to public lands and the environment and critters in the public trust. So they occupy a wildlife refuge. They then claim that they’re striking back against tyranny and reclaiming land ‘for the people – by taking a beautiful resource that was open to anyone and making it so only their 150 white dudes with guns can access it. One must assume they don’t feel ‘the people’ includes the scores of birdwatchers who are the normal visitors to Malheur. Very fair. Much openness. So public minded.

    (It is further stunningly ridiculous that they’re on what was very definitely native land, not just historically but by federal treaty – one of the treaties that was broken/ignored).

    (I admit, I’m rather concerned for when they get sick of stockpiled MREs or canned food or whatever and start wreaking havoc on the birds. That’s crucial breeding and overwintering ground for a lot of different species!).

    The response to their actions thus far is reasonable.

    A cautious approach and attempts at de-escalation are how we SHOULD handle these assholes. The extraordinary, utterly racist and sectarian problem is that if they were brown or Islamic the powers that be would not try to de-escalate. Try to remember that when people make the comparison: the goal isn’t a world that’s more violent and worse for everyone. It’s a world that’s less violent and better for everyone.

    An armed protest is not a peaceful protest.

    An armed protest is a protest that isn’t violent YET. There are huge and important traditions of peaceful protest, and none of them involve carrying assault rifles. Flaunting weaponry is an explicit threat. Flaunting weaponry and then saying you hope no one gets hurt is right out of a bad mob movie: That’s a nice life you have there. It’d be a shame if anything were to… happen to it.

    TL;DR: fuckheads.

  • Malheur National Wildlife Refuge

    Malheur National Wildlife Refuge

    shadesofmauve:

    If anyone needs a reminder of what we’re actually protecting when we talk about preserving public wildlands, here’s my dad’s photo album from a trip to Malheur National Wildlife Refuge.

  • Oh hey, it’s 2016

    How did that happen then?

    So, I think I missed my year in review thing for 2014, and I’ve felt a bit sad about that. But hey. Instead of worrying about it more, here is my 2015 in review, since 2016 has arrived.

    A few days ago we were sat with our friends seeing in the New Year and talking about how hard 2015 was. Everyone I know seems to have had a tough 2015. It certainly felt that way from my personal perspective.

    They were commenting that they sent their application in to move to the US in January. Having checked, we started dinking with the paperwork in January… And getting the house actually ready for sale. I spent most of the actual year just decorating. Decorating and finishing The List. It’s weird to think that the last year has largely been spent just in stasis. What is weird though is that actually? actually? Actually… we sent our application in in May. Those first 5 months of faffing and getting all of our ducks in some kind of row-based-organisation may have made the process feel painfully long, but they paid off. Because we’ve arrived and many things have aligned.

    Although I’ll grant, I still have no job.

    So whilst it feels like 2015 was really, really stressful stasis, most of that stress (as is so often the case with me) was self inflicted. Some of it was shite like the NCLEX exam which it turned out was not quite the disaster predicted. And whilst I’ve been looking at posts for something other than decorating, I’m finding that that part of my perception is right, I did mainly spend the year decorating. We did do some fun stuff though. Beyond the decorating, I did manage to cram in some more fun tasks – like building the greenshed. I also spent an inordinate amount of time on my 1920s/30’s bike that is currently traversing the ocean.

    Some of the highlights of the year were in London. We spent a lot of time, relatively, visiting various museums in London. We hit up a fabulous Daphne Oram exhibit at the Science Museum, and also saw an utterly amazing Cosmonaut exhibition. And we saw a phenominal exhibition at the V&A called The Fabric of India (which I don’t seem to have written about weirdly).

    We also had one of the most stunning holidays we’ve been on, dragging the Prius thousands of miles through Norway – a place which I’d wanted to visit for a very, very long time. Especially since I’ve a friend over there and had wanted to see her in her natural stomping grounds. And understand why she said it was so incredible. We didn’t quite make it all the way up to see her, but I do understand now. It’s just stunning.

    What has been less fun and continues to be a bit of a pain is that my laptop broke… It still spontaneously reboots and now the battery (its second in its 8 year life) is dead. I’m trying to decide what the future holds for it. I’m loathe to replace something that, broadly speaking, does most of what I need. But a retina/infinity/ultrahighres display is really tempting. Of course, at the moment, not having a job means that ‘plugging it in all the time’ is pretty much the answer.

    I did have some tech successes though. The media server was upgraded and although for a while it became a pain in the ass, it eventually got sorted and turned into a nice piece of kit. When it arrives in the US it’ll need a new power-supply though, as the current one is only 240 volt. Grr. The RiscPC has been repaired – with much help from John. Sadly the original mainboard is beyond salvage having been doused liberally in battery gunk.

    Also with help from John, the Squeezebox2 was resurrected, adding more exciting kit to our Logitech Squeezebox collection. Much loved and completely unsupported now…

    And of course… Rebecca returned to the road. Again. Briefly. She’s now in a shipping container crossing the ocean. Or something like that… hopefully she’ll be here soon, along with the rest of our stuff. At least, that which fitted in the container.

    And all of that leads us into 2016, where we’re considering building a house, starting a business, and are currently planning to move somewhere neither of us have ever lived before. Which’ll be an exciting first for us.

    And I’m starting this year in my trademark soothing fashion. With a driver’s exam. Woot.

  • I doubt anyone really cares, but here’s why.

    All of these things other people have said these things much more eloquently than I ever will, but I’m going to say them anyway.

    So a lot of people ask me ‘Why America’, and rarely do I give the real answer. I say “My wife’s American, and it’s time for us to be near her family”, or I explain about wanting space and land to live, and to build, and to keep a goat or two. All of these things are true.

    But up until a few years ago I said I’d never go to America to work, because the health care system there seemed so uncaring compared to that in the UK. The Affordable Care Act has started on a path that I really, really hope America continues to follow. One to Universal Healthcare. I doubt it’ll ever be healthcare free at the point of use, but perhaps it will.

    But why abandon Britain? When I was at university, I’d get told I was the most English person most of my friends knew. I listened to Radio 4, loved the BBC and drove a Morris Minor (still do, still love the concept, still do). I think the NHS is the best thing since sliced bread. I adore the lake district… And have a great fondness for this little island. But what I have watched is the destruction of all that I cared about.

    The BBC has become naught but a puppet for right wing ideology. I still love the concept of a not-for-profit, state funded, independent broadcaster. But I’ve watched as it has been eaten away to being a gnarled stump of what it once was. The morning shows berate anyone left of centre, and extol the virtues of destroying the NHS, cutting all welfare, and letting rich people avoid their taxes. It’s depressing. The news doesn’t cover any left-wing protest, or the privatisation agenda of the current government. They barely reported the passage of the bill that removed any necessity to actually provide healthcare from the government and ripped the NHS from from public ownership, chopped it up, and gave it to the donors of the conservative party. So my beloved BBC is a mere shadow of a once great thing.

    And given my love for the NHS, they question, why abandon it, and leave it to the less than tender mercies of British politics?

    Because the NHS barely exists anymore, and I don’t believe the British public have the will to fight for it. When I discuss it with people, the broadest sense I get is one of apathy. People who’re using it? The best I might get is some ramble that its unsustainable. Despite the fact it’s cheaper than pretty much any other system, other than not having healthcare at all, for anyone. It’s ridiculously efficient, because it’s fundamentally very simple. It could be a hell of a lot more efficient if the government stop fiddling with it. But the vast majority of people rarely need it, at least, not until they get older. They don’t consider that one day they’ll be staring down the barrel of a cancer diagnosis. That they’ll be putting out the rubbish, slip, and suddenly find they’ve broken a hip. So they mutter that its unsustainable and that they don’t really think that everyone should be able to use it free.

    People are inherently bad at planning for the unexpected. Or even the expected but distant. And people also don’t understand what’s happened. When you present them with statistics about how much has already gone – they are shocked. But then they don’t really understand what that means in the long term. What it means is companies that are in it for the money will take all the bits that make money. That they won’t run a loss-making service because it’s what people in the area need. That they don’t give a monkeys about anything but the bottom line. That they will cut training to the bare minimum, because it’s more important to make a profit than to develop their staff.

    The companies that want to buy rock bottom priced chunks of NHS aren’t in it for the love of providing healthcare.

    And morale? In the last decade I’ve never seen morale so low. The NHS ran on it’s staff. What Hunt, the media and many others fail to realise is just how much people gave for free. People don’t love crappy low wages. People don’t love their real-terms pay going down year after year after year (whilst watching MPs give themselves a 10% pay rise). Most people don’t love working nights and weekends. Most people aren’t deeply in love with never having family time, or not being at home on Christmas. But they do it, because they care.

    But it’s not just that people turn up and do the bare minimum. No. People give their souls for the NHS. They work through breaks, they stay late, they come up with ways to extract every last red cent from the measily stipend the government’s provided for running the thing. They train on their days off, on their evenings at home. They pay for courses with their annual leave, they put their own money in to fund courses to gain qualifications that they’ll never see any financial benefit from. When hospitals cut one thing, staff often quietly make up the missing chunk.

    But people are now running to leave. They’re tired of being abused, of being told they’re worthless, wasteful and incompetent. They’re tired for of the media denigrating all that the NHS is, and does. No one in the NHS believes it’s perfect. No one believes that nothing could be improved.

    But ripping it to shreds and handing it to people who care only for the bottom line and lining their own pockets is not the way to improve it. Cutting it up and making it harder and harder for joined-up services to be formed is not the way to improve it. Slicing the profitable bits out and handing them, like candy treats, to your favourite companies and leaving the remainder of expensive, difficult to run, and unpopular services for the NHS is not going to improve it.

    But that’s just one element of many of why I decided to go.

    Another is the fact that none of the major parties are willing to try and stand up for civil liberties. The state of civil liberties in the UK country terrifies me. It seems to largely be based around “If you have nothing to hide, you’ve nothing to fear” which is a frankly terrible way to run a country. Watching both Labour and the Conservatives tweak the law further and further towards a near totalitarian monitoring of every individual is deeply scary. As someone who suffered the government’s censorship of the existence of LGBTQ people as a child, who truly felt for much of their childhood that they had something to hide. A person that was disturbed by knowing that they weren’t like everyone else, and that the government had said they were bad.

    Perhaps that gives you a different perspective.

    And then there’s fracking. This is a little island, and it won’t take much to fuck it up completely. Unlike much of the rest of the world we seem to be hellbent on fracking. And burying nuclear waste under an area of outstanding natural beauty. And building more nuclear power stations rather than trying to switch to any kind of sustainable future. And cutting green energy investment for no readily apparent reason (other than that some slimy politician wants a few extra quid for a few extra years).

    And y’know what, I can’t deal with it anymore.

    And that’s not even getting in to the way we’re treating people from countries where we committed acts so terrible the government here won’t even open the archives. Where the Empire imprisoned tens of thousands and tortured them. And we’re still standing in the way of getting any kind of reparations for the damage we did.

    I can’t be in the UK any more.

    So that’s why.

    I don’t think America’s perfect, but it’s different. And it’s somewhere I don’t have the baggage of believing it to be my country, that should be the way I was brought up to believe it was.