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2009.140: "It's a Free Country"

No. Who told you that? It doesn't matter what country we're talking about, by the way. The only "free country" is an anarchy, and as far as I know there are no countries in anarchy, yet.

You and I are now and always have been the prisoners of a system. How you feel about that system depends on your position in it. If you are rich and powerful, most any system will be kind to you and you will be at the top of the pecking order. This applies to socialist and communist systems, not just capitalism. We are all in "Lord of the Flies", some of us are flies, others lords. The aim of a democracy is to give the flies a say in how things are run.

If it was a free country, smokers would be able to light up anywhere without hindrance. Tobacco companies would be able to do everything in their power, including illegal things, to addict you to tobacco, which they did, for years before being slapped on the wrist. Smokers are in denial about the "freedom to smoke". You see, smokers have always been manipulated by the tobacco companies, yet pretend that smoking is a right. Smoking is something you learned under pressure and the pressure was maintained all your life by vested interests. Then you die. Possibly of one of so many smoke-related diseases. Your smoke may have even contributed to someone elses health problems.

If it was a free country, anyone could force you to have sex with them. If it was a free country, people could not just own and carry guns, they could also walk up to you and shoot you. Why not, it's a free country? Isn't it? No. Would you want it to be? No.

It's time to give the "free country" defense a rest, it isn't accurate anywhere. If every possible opinion were carried into law, we'd have total chaos and no law. Instead, we have a system called democracy. Although it becomes more poluted daily by the lobbying of commercial interests, it somehow still muddles through at the end of the day. Or at least, close enough. For now.

If you live in a democracy, the laws are supposed to reflect the will of the people. So, in all the ranting about any particular issue or even about an incumbent politician, if the will of the people has been carried out and we're all part of the people, why are some complaining so much? The will of the people is more important than you or me, this is the basis of democracy.

I accept the will of the people when it is carried out. If you don't, then you don't accept the basic principle of democray, so ironically, have no reason to expect a Free Country.

2009.137: My Best Friend and The Shock Nearly Killed Me

This anecdote nearly killed us, yet it's something we still laugh about.

We were driving from one end of California to the other o,ne year and
we'd stopped at our good friend's home in Fresno for a few days. It
was very hot all over the state, and especially in the San Joachin
Valley, as usual. Just before leaving, I was taking our chilled water
bottles and whatever other ice chest stuff in the freezer compartment
and his fridge when I spotted a bottle of "Frappucino". He saw me
looking at it and said, "Oh that's $old_girl_friend's, you can take it
with you if you like." Sounded like a great refresher so I put it in
the cooler.

Many hours later, I grabbed that bottle from the cooler and too a deep
swig of what I thought was a chilled and sweet latté beverage.

IT WAS SOY SAUCE!!!!

The shock nearly made me lose control of the wheel and I had to
immediately pull over to spit the salty soy sauce out in the dust.

Amazingly, I still love soy sauce with rice based dishes.

2009.136: October 2009 Mobile Platform Share

Statistics from a subscription site with access from 3,500 unique subscribers during October 2009.

Method: All accesses from a platform in the user agent log were sorted to reveal a unique subscriber id which was counted once for that platform, then compared to the total number of mobile platform users.

iPhone+iPod 63%
iPhone 60%
BlackBerry 29%
iPod(Wifi) 3%
Symbian/Nokia 3%
Windows CE
2.4%
Android 1.6%
Opera Mini
0.8%

Notes

Apple mobile browsers are still used by over twice as many users as the nearest competing platform, Blackberry.

Opera Mini's low figure tends to corroborate my theory that our target audience will not (or at least, did not) download and install a browser.

BlackBerry, 16 models detected!

BlackBerry8100
BlackBerry8110
BlackBerry8120
BlackBerry8130
BlackBerry8300
BlackBerry8310
BlackBerry8320
BlackBerry8330
BlackBerry8700
BlackBerry8707
BlackBerry8800
BlackBerry8830
BlackBerry8900
BlackBerry9000
BlackBerry9530
BlackBerry9630

 

2009.135: Dignity

Many people come to France seeking asylum for many reasons. In about 1983, I moved to a new region and had to go register with the police. When I showed up for this, I was in a waiting room with at least 200 people of varied origins. There were people from southern Europe, people from North Africa, Asia and many did not speak the language. I will never forget this scene. Here were human beings, far from home, needing to register, afraid of the future and being treated like cattle. Voices of the public servants in the department were often raised, as if the person could understand better if you just shouted the question at them.

Ironically, and this is what struck me and is engraved in my memory today, when it came to be my turn, the way I was treated and the expression on the functionary's face basically said "Thank goodness you're white!". Although I had an easy time with that interview, I remain deeply embarassed for the human race because of the way others were treated.

2009.134: What's up with Yahoosoft and Microhoo?

When I listen to Buzz Out Loud these days I hear a mercifully short commercial for Yahoo. I can't figure out what demographic it's aimed at. The music is awful and sounds like a generic 20th century beat. I would have guessed it was a SNL parody, but now I've heard it every day for weeks. The script is so lame there must be a coded message in it, although I do get "Yahoo,... it's You". Maybe there's a hip video part I'm not seeing but this is the worst audio ad I've ever heard in my failry long life of listening to audio. Ok, the Microsoft Windows 7 Party TV ad was way off, too.  But what does it mean, these awful ads? Maybe it means that for some reason, both companies are trying to reach an AOL demographic of vanilla, "no bleeding edge for me", sheep-like customer base, perhaps one that just got broadband service in their area. What's next, "Please don't squeeze the Charmin?"

2009.133: Goodbye, Paul Lagos

Started a new Remembering Paul site for people who'd like to contribute to his memorial

On the night of our 30th wedding anniversary I learn of the death of Paul Lagos, a man who had a tremendous influence on me musically since our first meeting in the early 70's. Paul and I were born on the same date, but different years.

 

Paul played with Kaleidoscope and recorded with Leo Kotke, did a lot of recording in L.A., played in the Johnny Otis Revue and then went on tour with John Mayall, John Klemmer, did a bunch of gigs in Los Angeles with jazz and blues players. We toured together in the Pure Food and Drug Act in 1972.

Yes it was a long time ago, when you got on stage with instruments; drums, guitars and a sound system and made music, sounds you heard in your imagination and then translated through your limbs to skins and guts.

Paul taught me about Miles and Coltrane and Joseph Schillinger, about Joe Henderson and Thelonius Monk. We were kids, Victor Conte and I, and we lived in his basement with his flea-infested Great Dane, "Gretta", and we were privileged to meet the likes of the brilliant saxophonist Richard Aplanaugh and Don 'Sugarcane' Harris - who, with Dewey Terry, wrote "I'm Leaving it All Up to You", one of the most played songs on the radio for years. Paul was a GIANT, I'll miss him.

The last time I saw Paul was on a tour for my own CD in about 1995 in France and Switzerland. Ironically, Paul and I played in Geneva in 1974 with a band called the Curtis Brothers. That gig was the inspiration for my song "Woman In White" which was linked to by a nurses' site but in fact the woman in white wasn't a nurse but a powder. Oh, the irony of the Internetz...

Paul, I didn't get to tell you that I loved you man, and now I can't even find out how to contact the woman you lived with to tell her how much your life and advice meant to me. Maybe someone will read it here.

We shared a short period of music nearly 40 years ago, I feel "we hardly knew ye". Thanks for Trane, Miles, Bird, Monk and yes, the blues I feel tonight in learning of your passing.

Please take a moment to listen to this song. It isn't Paul on drums, he would have played it a lot better, but he was there when this moment took place and we laughed about it many times - because we survived it.

The Woman in White

I had a dream
In the blue of the night
I was caught in the scheme
Of the Woman in White

Long ago
Through the mists of the past
She blackened my soul
It all happened so fast


Down Cadillac Valley
I copped me a dime
Did it in the alley
To save a lotta time
When I almost died...
As I slid to the ground
I heard kind of cry
Like a siren sound

And I remember
Moments of bliss
The scent of a smile
or the color of her kiss
But seeds of sorrow
Lay buried deep within
And I'm never going back
Never goin' back there
Ever again

I woke with a scream
In a stone cold sweat
I know that means
That I'll never forget
That she got my money
Nearly took my life
It's time I stopped running
From the Woman In White

And I remember
Moments of bliss
The scent of a smile
or the color of her kiss
But seeds of sorrow
Lay buried deep within
Never going back
Never goin' back there
Ever again

Filed under  //   death   drugs   jazz   mortality   music   Paul Lagos   rock and roll  

2009.132: Meeting the VUC

After doing the weekly conference for over 2 1/2 years, several regulars had a Chance to meet up at Astricon in Phoenix last week. I think everyone came away happy to have been there. Two of them had the courage to bring their wives, something I might do next time, depending on where it is held. Thanks to all who participated! http://VUC.me for video and more info on VUC, the largest live voip conference with an average of 35 callers and thousands of downloads. Sent from high above Chicago.

Edited from ORD

Filed under  //   travel   voip   VUC   wifi in flight  

2009.131 Anecdotal Look at Mobile Platform Market Share

I'm looking at data from server logs from Jan 1, 2009 to Sept 22, 2009 and I was surprised to see these percentages:

iPhone 87
iPod 5
Symbian OS 4
BlackBerry 1
Android 1
PalmOS 1

So in this space, Apple seems to have come a long way from being "Apple Computers" to "Apple" the people who, love them or hate them, invented a very popular new mobile platform.

Filed under  //   mobile   operating system   penetration   platform  

2009.130: Innocence Lost

I can remember feeling the sun on my back at the start of summer in Minneapolis and the mud scraper on the back porch, the one you used before you could go in. And the smell of burning leaves in the fall. And waiting for the ice to thaw so I could open the garage door and get my bike out to ride it when the streets were no longer slippery. And putting playing cards or baloons in the tires in the spring, to make the motorcycle noises. And walking in snow plowed up on the edge of the sidewalk, over my head in winter.

I can remember making friends in suburban Seattle and liking the climate with its fog and dark rainy winter skies with mild temperatures. When they got an inch of snow, Boeing closed its doors for the day! In Minnesota schools sometimes closed down. We used to listen keenly to the radio in the morning and be cheered by the news of an occasional school closure. Too occasional.

I can remember much later when all the "adults" in the tour bus in Germany wanted to just get there and that I wanted to get out and roll around on the ground like a dog, and no drugs of any kind were involved. And I did get out and roll around!

The rest of my life will need to be spent trying to find a few of those intense good feelings.

Filed under  //   childhood   memories   midwest   seattle  

2009.127: My Trip to Italy, Part 2: By the Beautiful C

Warmed by the out-of-this-world café and feeling like a seasoned world traveler now, it was easy to get on the right train since it was the first (and only) one in the station, a little before 6AM. How could it be that this train was the same train I was on a few hours ago. The guy who spoke Englsih wasn't there (there was a young woman who replaced him, very nice, smiling) but who can tell the difference between a dozen ladies in all black? And the extras, they all looked the same, too. Again, men were getting off at the little coastal towns. In about an hour, the conductor came and punched my ticket and asked me a question which I couldn't understand. After a few minutes, he lost patience and left. Puzzled, I turned to my sympathetica neighbor. The girl smiled and said,

"Oh, he just wanted to know why you are riding in third class when you have a first class ticket."

A final smile and she left, getting off at the next stop.

By the C (program)

The trip was to install and test a program my company had sold to a huge glass factory that made windshields. My destination was a town near Vasto or it was Vasto, I'm not sure. What I recall though is that there were two stations with the name "Vasto" in them. There was only one thing to do, ask the nearest lady in black, pointing first to the ticket, then to the name on the map in the train car. They had to assemble a committe of five ladies in black, but they assured me it was the second stop, not the first. Then they all got off. It was getting light, and the train was going along the coast, it was really beautiful and I was as high as a kite, drunk on the fatigue and the adventure of my first trip to Italy.

Taxi Driver: You Talkin' to Me?

Getting off at the destination, there was a one free taxi waiting and I let the driver take my bag and throw it in the trunk. Again the fellow didn't speak aq single word of either language I knew. Of course he said "where to?", I got that and I reached in my pocket for the scribbled note with the hotel name on it. It was then I realized that I had changed jackets before I left and the name of my hotel was in the other jacket pocket. I don't know how the next part happened, but somehow, with only gestures, the driver "said": "I take you past the hotels", "you remember maybe the name?".

Ok, Vasto or wherever it is, isn't Manhattan I grant you, but there was a whole long street of little hotels, at least 15, so it wouldn't be far from trivial to visit or call each one. The man's idea worked, I recognized the name and he took my bag in and up to the desk. The driver and the hotel clerck (or owner for all I knew) shook hands, and exchanged a few sentences. The man at reception greeted me in English and handed me a key with a large number carved on the wooden part. The driver then launched into rapid fire Italian that, if you went only by the sound of the accents, sounded like an operatic lyric "Death, why cometh you now, please let it not be so, show kindness and mercy in this time of need!" and the clerk still smiling nodded and took my key back and handed me a different one. I looked back at the taxi driver and he smiled and was about to leave, so I shook his hand and gave him what I hoped was a generous tip. The hotel man saw me puzzled again and explained: "He scolded me for not giving you a room with nice view, so I gave you a better one."

And so to work. I was scheduled for a test of the software that morning at the factory and before I was able to go up to my upgraded room, Luc showed up. Luc was a very cool guy, Belgian (francophone), living in this town with his wife who'd even agreed to have me for dinner a couple of times, and she was a great cook, by the way. I asked Luc if I could have an hour to get cleaned up before we go to the factory. He laughs and says, "Why? We installed and tested the software yesterday without you, it works fine. Go to the beach when you're ready. I'll be back at noon to take you to lunch. Tonight we'll go out for drinks and dinner. By the way, how did you manage to get the room with a view?"

Filed under  //   Hotel   Italy   Ladies in Black   Taxi   Vasto