Friday, December 29, 2006

Poverty is Relative

Whether one is poor or not is sometimes hard to determine. Not too many years ago, I bought a 50 lbs bag of barley for 8 bucks and change, which could have fed a family for several days in a pinch. At the same time, I paid for a burger, fries and drink about the same.

Normal people can't live on foodstamps, but if you ate a la 19th century you could and bank the rest.

VDH from his Works and Days:

The Great Disconnect

For all the holiday depression with the state of the world, there is great munificence and affluence around the globe, and especially here in the United States that have brought us a long way, for both good and evil, from our primordial existence of even the immediate past.

Part of the pre-January rhetoric of the Democrats is the notion of great inequality. Yet despite the budget deficits, the piling up of national debt, and amid the doom and gloom of the vast amount of US capital held by Chinese, or oil payouts to the Arabs, or a declining standard of education, there are signs of American wealth never seen before among any civilization on earth.

I live in one of the poorest sections of one of the poorer counties in California, but consider: there were near riots to get the latest PlayStation 3 video games nearby. I was looking at a 4-wheel drive truck recently, and passed up all the “extras” offered by the salesman—leather seats, GPS, DVD player, extra chrome, multiplayer CD—but that extravagant Toyota Tundra was snapped up by a family on welfare in the booth next to me. With a zero-interest loan package, and no money down, apparently almost anyone can walk into a showroom and drive out with a $40,000 monster-sized truck.

Then I drove into the local shopping center and walked through Office Max, Wal-Mart, and Food4Less where there were more signs of America’s new encompassing wealth. There were new Camrys and Accords all over the parking lot, nearly everyone was on a cell phone. Nearly everyone was also speaking Spanish and no doubt a first generation immigrant (legal or not from Mexico). But in terms of traditional notions of poverty and the ability to acquire material goods, food, communications gear, transportation, etc. they were hardly poor.

Perhaps this new prosperity that encompasses almost all social classes in America is due to the miracle of science that now gives us such cheap appurtenances, or the addition of 1 billion Indian and Chinese fabricators to the world’s work force that results in endless consumer goods; or the ability of low interest and almost universal instant credit.

We are not talking of European vacations, second homes, or SAT camps for junior, but nonetheless there is something very different from the past that I remember when the poor nearby lacked indoor plumbing and at school in the early 1960s students ate thirds and fourths at our noon meal of barely edible surplus cafeteria food. Surely something has gone right in eliminating elemental poverty that we never hear in the din of constant accusations and complaints about American inequality.

This summer I bought on sale an old-style color television, 32-inch screen (the kind with the big tube in the back and curved front) for about $130. A decade ago it would have cost $500. The surprise was that the clerk laughed about what he thought was the idiocy of wanting one of these now obsolete, but perfectly fine, televisions. He probably made about $10 an hour, but would never have apparently stooped to such sacrifice. Again, any discussion about this surreal world is entirely lacking in the current political debate.

A final note. I wrote about such anomalies about three years ago when I broke my arm and visited the local emergency room in Selma about three miles away. Nothing much has changed since then, which is good—however little the credit this country gets from its critics.

We also bought one of those $150 regular TVs recently, because we are waiting for the new technology to get cheaper and also new-technology sources to become more plentiful, i.e. cheaper, too. Our most recent TV before that, a WEGA, was supposedly HD ready, NOT! Lies, Lies, Lies--still a nice TV though. Next time, the TV, the DVD-follow-on, the cable, everything will be to hand BEFORE we buy.

Oh, and why was I buying a big bag of barley? To feed my family for weeks, of course, on Pilsner Beer. The 19th century---when technology peaked.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

David Brin Serves Up

(Image looted from Lifeboat.com)

Dr Brin discusses the Singularity with its signposts and nightmares.

Hurrying or slowing it may be possible, but trying to do one might do the other in my opinion. He hammers on a point that always bothers me about calls from the extremes to use the coercion of government to shut off one avenue of research or another (left and right): in most stories and real life disasters it's the hidden, secret knowledge that spirals out of control and eats everyone's lunch.

I suppose you can spin anything

John Kerry went to Iraq recently after:

insulting the intelligence of the troops


meeting with enemies of the US whose minions are killing our servicemen as he chatted them up (something he's done since the 70's)--here he charms the President of Syria.

When he got to Iraq, he didn't exactly draw a crowd at breakfast:

He had to cancel a news conference to avoid an embarrassing, obviously low turn out...

Ben was there.

I bet if you read the materials coming out of the Kerry '08 Exploratory Committee, they just loved him over there and really got where he was coming from.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

This may or may not be about beer

Most of the Belgium beers I like are from the Northern or Flemish part of Belgium. Maybe this is why.

Today was a wine day. I had most, or maybe all, of a bottle of my homemade white.

Sunday, December 24, 2006

A Christmas Story

Long before it would have occurred to me to build a Christmas Tree out of Grolsch Beer bottles(someone beat me to it anyway), I spent a few Christmas Seasons in an All-City Boys Choir.

Twas the Singing Boys of Houston, and as Houston is a large city and there were about 75 of us boys, it must have been somewhat of a select group I was in. It was not obvious at the time to me, but it was a big deal for everyone else that I was there.

I remember people mentioning that they had listened to me/us on the radio Christmas Eve and thinking Dang, I missed us on the radio.

One year, we sang in the lobby of a large downtown bank and the manager gave us all an un-circulated silver dollar in a plastic case. We all took ours out and played with them.

I was a second soprano, and therefore stood in the middle of the choir. We sang lots of songs, but being boys we liked the ones we could really project.

So, here's to the Christmas memory of standing, surrounded by 75 boys singing a very long Gloria.

If that doesn't do it for you, how about the Nutcracker Suit performed entirely on bicycle parts?

Saturday, December 23, 2006

New Blogger


OK, I finally had time to upgrade to the new Blogger software. Everything is supposed to be the same---except better. Well, everyone could use some push, I guess (Image looted from Lucianne).

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

There are slaves and then there are slaves

Orson Scott Card, he of many words and author of famous SF, has a new interesting polemic---more or less comparing Rome to the USA. He does it in a good way, not the usual Rome Fell, so we Fall, etc.

On the way, he falls into to usual trap of saying that slaves were at the bottom of the economic system in terms of purchasing power. Well, some slaves were at the bottom: let's say salt miners. But, for example, Egypt was owned directly by the Emperor as his own personal property---therefore it was managed by one of his slaves. Now there is a slave with purchasing power. In general, slaves could have their own money, property, etc. During certain times of the empire, slaves---at least the better sort---had more rights than freemen.

OSC's article is a good read anyway. He's definitely a post 9/11 person.

I've had a bottle of my homemade wine so I laugh at barbarian invasions.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Beer Club Buys Engine

Real Ale is a reference to naturally carbonated beer fresh from the cask. To get real ale ready requires some effort. The final product is pumped--not pushed with CO2, as in regular beer taps--with a beer engine, which the young lass above is preparing to yank on. It takes a few pumps and some wait time to pour a perfect pint.

Credit for saving real ale and beer engines and everything that goes with it can be laid at the feet of CAMRA. The lore and love of real ale is explored in this short polemic at the Beer Advocate.

Now, our homebrew club is a great club, and we hold our meetings at Ice Harbor Brewing Company, a local brewpub. They have a cask-conditioned beer every Tuesday, but carbonated and pushed by CO2, as per regular American beer. To say thanks for hosting us for our meetings and special functions (like megabrews on their equipment), we bought them a beer engine. It might just be for us, but I hope they take the hint.

Pump me a beer baby!

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Weekend Blitz

I've been working a lot over the past few months, missing beer club events and shooting opportunities galore, but this weekend I got to do both---beer club Christmas party on Saturday (more about that later) and local IPSC match on Sunday. Wow, maybe it's a sign of normality returning in my life.

The only COED NCAA sport is shooting (that I'm aware of), so it's probably doomed. Her team is doing well, however. I'm sure she wears eye and ear protection when actually shooting and not posing for photos.

The attack on Christmas as opposed to The Holiday Season continues. Mark Steyn has a funny/thought-provoking take on it as per his usual. Seattle is in the lead, duh, but they come out looking better than expected, probably by accident. Accident or not, a good outcome is good.

Friday, December 15, 2006

More Gas

A few days ago, I mentioned that some coal-seam fires in China put out more CO2 than US traffic. Now, we can see that Cows put out more greenhouse gas than all combustion. This is probably a thinly disguised vegan attack on steak and hamburger.

In other news, PM has 10 tech concepts you need to know about.

I really want to swallow that smart pill next time.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

OK, What Would You Do?

If you had mostly unlimited power?


A little fashion review of despots. Quaddafi really does have an all-girl troop of bodyguards. I guess these people are beyond parody, which is why, I suppose, plain ol' W gets all the attention of satirists these days.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Notes from all over


It's a question of magnitude:

Fires in underground coal mines in China consume an estimated 200 million tons of coal per year, putting some 2-3% of all man-made carbon dioxide into the atmosphere—or as much as that produced by all the cars and light trucks in the U.S. And whereas auto transportation has considerable economic value, all the pollutants from coal fires are completely and utterly useless.

Of course, to ‘global warming’ zealots the purpose of fighting ‘global warming’ isn’t to save the environment; it’s to bugger industrially-advanced nations, especially (indeed, almost exclusively) the United States.

...and no, I won't explain what "bugger" means.

Compare and contrast:
General Pinochet recently died and Castro, who he is sort of paired with, is on his death bed. Pinochet seems to be hated by many, yet he stepped down voluntarily in favor of a democracy and Chile is currently the richest in South America--even with a current socialist government. Castro is swooned over by the whole world and Cuba is a totalitarian basket case.

Deja Vu:
The Seattle school district has a racist method of deciding who can go to which school and why. They have defended it all the way to the Supreme Court. I won't link to their website, but here's a nice write-up by Sowell. I'm sure it's OK to send a white girl across town because her neighborhood school is too white. It's just not OK to do that to a black girl because, well, just because, Diversity ya know.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

December 7th

A day that will live in infamy?