Anarchy in the U.K.?

Watching the news yesterday, it was easy to believe that London was just one big riot, with blood-covered police and protesters wearing Guy Fawkes masks, crowds of people under signs that say "ABOLISH MONEY" and people smashing things just for the sake of smashing them.

This radio report paints a slightly different picture:

Protesters Converge On London's G-20 Summit : NPR (Morning Edition, April 2, 2009)

From this report, it sounds like police took what was a somewhat peaceful protest and turned it into a riot scene by forming a cordon around the protesters, refusing to let anyone out, and then tightening the cordon.

It's nothing new. I traveled to Ireland as the invasion of Iraq began in 2003, and when I came back I received first-hand accounts of how Washington, D.C. police had done the same thing - took a peaceful, properly-permitted protest and forced it into a no-escape situation, and then escalated tensions by drumming their clubs on their shields in a syncopated, aggressive, and threatening manner. Protesters were detained in this manner for hours, in violation of their previously-secured permits. Business as usual. Standard operating procedure.

Not to say that there weren't dangerous or potentially violent elements there - though protests in the U.S. don't attract violent anarchists the way protests in Europe do. I believe Jean-Paul Sartre in the play Dirty Hands said something along the lines that any damn fool can throw a grenade, but it takes some skill to build or create. Too often European anarchists, it seems to me, are doing what they do not out of any sort of conviction, but just because they are in love with chaos and violence and want to smash things up.

Soon the G-20 summit will end. The London police will pack away their riot gear, at least until the next soccer match. And the anarchists will go back to whatever comfortable lives they have whenever they're not making everybody else's lives miserable. Until next time.

Jag

Ah, no April Fool's for me today. Back to work tonight.

I was plotting out today's post yesterday, thinking about people I know who were once the leading lights of the blogosphere - well, of my blogosphere, anyway - but who now have in recent months moved on, given it up, or whatever. In some cases I know what's up. In others I have no idea.

But to do justice to their stories would take a lot more energy than I have to spare right now. I'll continue to compose the post in my head. Maybe by the time I get around to writing it one or two of them will be back. It's happened before.

Thinking about that stuff got me down, though.

I also am disappointed that the information blackout I wrote about in the previous post continues. In a situation like this I would expect full disclosure so everyone can approach the problem rationally and take action based on a full understanding of the situation. In this case I can only assume that the withholding of information is deliberate. The failure to address the resulting mob hysterics may be deliberate, too. Is there something to be gained by having a bunch of uninformed individuals taking actions based on speculation and assumptions? Some people would say yes, absolutely. But I never expected it from the people involved in this situation.

There's some April Fool's stuff going on out there, but the world has gotten so strange that it's hard to distinguish fake stories from real stories. That's true every day of the year, not just today. So I'm not even going to try. Instead I'm going to log off, make my lunch, and get ready for work.

Here's to absent friends.

In the absence of information, rumors will reign

The title of this post has long been a motto of mine. Back when I was in a position where my opinions on such things mattered, I always favored complete disclosure and transparency over need-to-know parsing out of information. When people have more information than they need to make a decision, unexpected insights may arise from previously-overlooked combinations of data. When data is meted out parsimoniously, occasionally critically important information may be inadvertently (or intentionally, even maliciously) withheld, leading to decisions being made based on a skewed perception of the problem.

The James Randi Educational Foundation had its YouTube account suspended yesterday. Here is the announcement of this incident, in its entirety, from randi.org:

Our YouTube account has been suspended, which means all of the Randi Speaks and other JREF videos are temporarily unavailable. We're researching the problem, and will be back online as soon as possible. Thanks very much for your patience.

Phil Plait of Bad Astronomy is the president of JREF. Here is the announcement he made on his blog, in its entirety:

I’m getting lots of notes, comments, tweets, and emails about the suspension of the YouTube JREF account. We’re working on it with YouTube, and we’re hoping to have this resolved soon. Obviously, this is not something we’re going to go into details about until it’s resolved, so please don’t fret, and we ask for your patience. The support we’ve seen from everyone has been fantastic, and we appreciate it.

And that's it. That's all the official information that I've seen out there.

For those unfamiliar with the group, here is the information from the "About the Foundation" page from randi.org:

The James Randi Educational Foundation is a not-for-profit organization founded in 1996. Its aim is to promote critical thinking by reaching out to the public and media with reliable information about paranormal and supernatural ideas so widespread in our society today.

The Foundation's goals include:

• Creating a new generation of critical thinkers through lively classroom demonstrations and by reaching out to the next generation in the form of scholarships and awards.

• Demonstrating to the public and the media, through educational seminars, the consequences of accepting paranormal and supernatural claims without questioning.

• Supporting and conducting research into paranormal claims through well-designed experiments utilizing "the scientific method" and by publishing the findings in the JREF official newsletter, Swift, and other periodicals. Also providing reliable information on paranormal and pseudoscientific claims by maintaining a comprehensive library of books, videos, journals, and archival resources open to the public.

• Assisting those who are being attacked as a result of their investigations and criticism of people who make paranormal claims, by maintaining a legal defense fund available to assist these individuals.

To raise public awareness of these issues, the Foundation offers a $1,000,000 prize to any person or persons who can demonstrate any psychic, supernatural or paranormal ability of any kind under mutually agreed upon scientific conditions. This prize money is held in a special account which cannot be accessed for any purpose other than the awarding of the prize.

The JREF is the sort of organization that tends to step on a lot of toes, because they also tend to pull back a lot of curtains and reveal the hucksters hiding behind them. Hucksters, faith healers, cultists, snake oil salesmen - if you're peddling crap, rest assured that the JREF has your number, and will do everything it can to let people know it. So, naturally, there are a lot of people out to get them.

Only we don't know if that's what's going on here. Information is being withheld. The people who do know the "official" reason YouTube has suspended this account aren't talking, or at least aren't sharing any details. Every bit of official information that has been release on this matter is included in the first two quotes above. Anything beyond that is speculation.

And there's been a hell of a lot of that. P.Z. Myers (whose adventures trying to see a movie in which he was featured I wrote about just over a year ago here) wrote a post about this incident yesterday which has a decidedly different tone than the ones posted on randi.org or Bad Astronomy. It opens with this statement:

This is insane: YouTube has become an overzealous nanny, protecting kooks from offense, now banning the eminently respectable JREF.

But there is no additional information provided. When pressed for information in the comments, Myers responded

The reason for this particular event is irrelevant, given YouTube's history of bowing to the demands of creationists and other kooks. Might as well give up and concede it to them -- it's on the road to being another godtube.

...which is not the sort of response I would expect from a scientist, or a skeptic.

The pitchforks and torches immediately came out in the comments. Speculations abounded as to what had happened, and who had done it, and retaliatory strikes were taken against the people who were suspected of having done whatever might have been done. But the only additional information added to the pot was this statement, purportedly a quote from a private communication by James Randi himself:

Comment #162
Posted by: ozzy1248 March 30, 2009 9:54 PM

Update - Received word from JREF about suspension:

"Sean: there were a few complaints about Oprah material and some from Dean Radin, as well. YouTube shut us down pending our resolution of these problems. I expect we'll be back up very soon...
James Randi."

Hopefully we'll see them back shortly.

And that's where things stand, as of now, information-wise.

The comments fared a little better on Phil Plait's Bad Astronomy. with several of us arguing that we should remain patient as Phil had suggested, and several others taking us to task for waiting to act before we actually had anything more than speculation. Phil has done four additional posts since the one announcing the YouTube suspension, but has not provided any additional information.

In the absence of information, rumors have reigned. Scratch a group of fans of rationality and skepticism, and you might just find an angry mob underneath.

I'm hoping the people who know what is going on see fit to share this information sometime soon.


UPDATE, April 5, 2009: Phil Plait posted this to the JREF site on April 3:

The JREF YouTube Account is back online!
Written by Phil Plait
Friday, 03 April 2009 09:00

We're pleased to announce that our YouTube channel is back online.

Our account had been suspended by YouTube due to some copyright complaints on a handful of videos we had uploaded. The videos in question have been removed, the proper hoops have been jumped through, and YouTube restored the account. We are currently going though our inventory to make sure any videos that we even suspect might be in violation are removed. There are 200+ of them, so it'll take us some time, but we're on it.

I'd like to thank all our supporters once again for the outcry when this happened. But I'll also gently chide some of you: there were many rumors, accusations, and conclusions jumped-to when our account was taken down. As you can see, no one was attacking us, and no one acted unfairly - the complainants were within their rights, and YouTube acted according to their rules. In fact, when we started conversing with one of the complainants and with YouTube, everyone acted in a civilized and even friendly manner. The matter was resolved quickly and, I think, to everyone's satisfaction.

Because of this, I'd like to personally thank everyone involved with this as well.

So we're back on the air! You can expect to see more Randi Speaks soon, as well as our usual skeptical take on all things unskeptical. Thank you to everyone for your support and patience.

Night Shifting

A lot of people think working an all-night shift is difficult, maybe impossible. I guess for some people, it is. I knew one person whose body couldn't handle the shift; going from day shift to night shift threw her body chemistry off in a dangerously bad way.

But for me, it's easy. As long as I get good rest the day before, I'm all set to put in a full night. This usually means that the day before I begin the night shift rotation I go to bed at a reasonable hour - say, no later than 11:00 PM or midnight. I then sleep in, late, and then force myself to sleep some more - optimally, all the way to 2:00 in the afternoon, giving me an unreasonable fourteen or fifteen hours of sleep - less, if you count the hours of wakefulness that inevitably intrude. I leave the house early - my target time is 4:45, a good fifteen minutes earlier than I would leave for day shift, to allow for extra afternoon traffic and construction. Barring such events, I make it to work by 5:20, and spend twenty minutes reading a magazine in the parking lot. I get out of the car at 5:40 and clock in at 5:45. (On a day when I was diverted by traffic and construction, this schedule was thrown off by a half hour; I pulled into the parking lot, hurried into the building, and clocked in at 5:55.)

I don't drink coffee at work. The bright lights, frantic pace of work, and adrenaline rush tend to keep me going until lunch, which sometimes doesn't come until after 3:00. When someone asked me why I don't drink coffee during the night, I asked him if he wanted to see me any more hyper and high-strung than I currently was. This may come as a surprise to some, who know me as a mellow, laid-back sort. That is just my "relaxed" mode. At work I am rarely relaxed.

Work plows along through the night until our relief arrives at or before 6:00. We punch out and trudge to our cars in the pre-dawn darkness - a situation that I trust will be remedied in the coming weeks. On the way home I drink a can of diet cola, eat some grapes left over from my lunch, and sometimes drink half a liter of water and eat an apple.

When I come home at 7:00 I do one of two things: go online for an hour or so and catch up on blogs and maybe try to squeeze in my daily post, or go directly to bed. If I go directly to bed I usually am not asleep until nearly 8:00, and usually do not sleep all the way through to the 2:00 alarm. Days that I go on the Internet first I tend to get more solid sleep.

At 2:00 I wake and eat a meal - usually something dinner-ish, with diet cola and possibly coffee. The lunch that I pack for work is also dinner-ish, with added fruit and cookies. In a sense, I eat two dinners and no lunch or breakfast. I then go online, write my post if I haven't already (or, sometimes, write the next day's post and set it for delayed publication), and catch up on the thousands of updates that people inevitably post when I'm working. Then I pack my lunch (dinner leftovers, grapes, a bottle of water, an apple and a spare for the ride home, and a high-carbohydrate snack, usually cookies), take a shower, dress (I lay out my clothes for the entire four-day rotation on the day before it starts), saddle up the Tercel, and head out again.

On the last day of the rotation I stop on the way home for gas, have some coffee and something breakfastesque when I get home, and go on the Internet until I fade into incoherence.

And then the trouble starts.

You see, working night shift is easy for me. Transitioning to a "normal" schedule on my days off has proved impossible so far. On my first day I usually crash for a few hours in the middle of the day, but then I'm up and wired again as afternoon fades to evening - and get increasingly wired as the night progresses. Eventually I go to bed - not before 3:30 in the morning these last two days - and sleep until 10:00 or so. I then spend the first half of the day feeling hung over: my eyelids swell, my eyes become fiercely sensitive to light, and I tend to get clumsy and lean on things a lot like a slouchy beat poet. In the afternoon I become extremely tired for brief periods, but as the evening wears on I become, once again, increasingly wired.

I'm trying to work through some solutions. Wine seems to have helped. Tonight I stupidly had a craving for cookies, and double-stupidly decided to have some leftover coffee with them. I added some whiskey to the coffee - not something I would normally do, but I'm hoping it will help me sleep.

I need to find some workarounds soon. Next Sunday I will come home from my last day of work and go almost immediately to an 8:00 Palm Sunday mass. I will then return home, shower, change, and head down to visit some friends to celebrate their daughter's birthday one day after her party. I will probably relax a bit face-down in the dirt outside their house three steps from my car until they get back from church, and will then be as witty and charming and photosensitive as a hungover slob as I do my own gift presentation and an inspection of her other gifts. I will then likely crash on a couch for a few hours, and rally in the late afternoon or early evening - at which point I will have to head home, since I (stupidly) made arrangements to have my car inspected the next day.

This is all assuming I'm working next rotation, which is not at all certain.

The Stained Glass Project: St. Victoria and St. John the Baptist

This is part of an ongoing series called The Stained Glass Project, in which I am attempting to photographically preserve the stained glass windows of my parish church, Our Lady of Czestochowa (St. Mary's) in Nanticoke, Pennsylvania.


Continuing to move from the front of the North side of St. Mary's Church in Nanticoke, PA to the rear, the second window we come to is another truncated one. Like the window featuring Saint Anne and Saint Peter directly opposite it on the South wall, this one seems to have been modified from an original, full-sized window, since the donor tags at the bottom are missing.


This pair of windows depicts Saint Victoria and Saint John the Baptist.* As noted above, the windows appear to have been modified after installation, with the lower openable pane and the donor tags removed. Previously I have suggested that the upper openable pane has also been removed, but this appears not to be the case since the upright piece of the red cross at the center point of the semicircular fan window at the top is continuous with the top border of the portrait itself.

These windows are positioned directly above the alcove that until recently housed the church's baptismal font, which is now located on the South side of the main altar. This would seem to be an intentional coincidence, although the alcove itself appears to be, like the side entrance opposite it, a relatively recent addition to the structure - perhaps in the last fifty years or so.


The baptistery contains another stained glass window, but this window is clearly not contemporaneous with the twelve pairs of portrait windows that line the walls and will not be included in this study.


The left-hand portrait is of Saint Victoria. Victoria is a problematic figure: the name can apply to any of several poorly-documented and possibly apocryphal figures. The New Advent Catholic Encyclopedia does not even have an entry on anyone named Victoria, except in an entry for Diocese of Perpignan which states

In memory of former ties with the metropolis of Tarragona, the Church of Perpignan honours several Spanish saints: St. Fructuosus, Bishop of Tarragona, and his deacons Augurius and Eulogius, martyred at Tarragona in 259; some martyrs of the Diocletian persecution (end of third century); Justa and Rufina of Seville; Felix and Narcissus of Gerona; Aciselus and Victoria of Cordova; Leocadia, of Toledo; St. Ildefonsus (607-67), Archbishop of Toledo.

"Victoria of Cordova" is apparently the sister of Acisclus, who was martyred along with her. But other saints bearing the name of Victoria include Victoria of Albitina, Victoria the sister of Anatolia (also martyrs), Victoria the servant of Edistus (with whom she was, unsurprisingly, martyred - or at least martyred soon after), and, not to be outdone, a Victoria who was martyred along with Denise, Dativa, Leontia, Tertius, Emilianus, Boniface, Majoricus, and Servus. It is unclear which Victoria this portrait represents, but it is a pretty safe bet that she was a martyr.

Catholic Online lists three of these Victorias: Victoria the sister of Anatolia, Victoria of Tivoli (twice), and Victoria the sister of Acisclus. There is also a Blessed Victoria Strata, who has not been canonized as a saint; perhaps this is related to the fact that unlike the many Saints Victoria, she was not martyred.

No description of any of the various Victorias lists either a crucifix (which may symbolize martyrdom) or a lily (which may symbolize purity) among her attributes. However, the Wikipedia entry on Saint Acisclus (the brother of Victoria of Cordova, or Córdoba) notes as his attribute "with Saint Victoria, his sister, crowned with roses" - much like the Saint Victoria portrayed here. So perhaps this figure is Victoria of Cordova.


As obscure as Saint Victoria is, she is paired with one of the best-known saints: Saint John the Baptist.


John the Baptist is sufficiently well known that I will omit any details on him as an individual. Here is his entry in the New Advent Catholic Encyclopedia, and here is his Wikipedia entry.

Saint John the Baptist stands before a unique backdrop. Like most of the other saints portrayed in these windows, he appears to be in the "cathedral" setting, judging from the stone pavers on which he stands. But his background is not columns and arches, nor is it a window on the sky or the sea; instead he stands in front of a wall made of stone blocks. Like many of the other figures, this background is partially obscured by a curtain, though this curtain appears to be of a simpler design than the curtains in the other portraits, which feature details like this stitchwork seen over the shoulder of Victoria, and virtually invisible to the observer's unaided eye:




These two portraits have aged worse than many others in the church. This is especially noticeable in Victoria's hair and the loss of detail from John the Baptist's face and beard.

In contrast to this apparent weathering, the upper round window is sharp and clear, with some of the most legible script: "Civitas Dei", City of God, which I have conjectured is the setting for the "cathedral" images of the saints.

*Note: This image has undergone more correction than most of the others in this series. Apparently I succumbed to the temptation of getting as close to the window to photograph it as I could, which resulted in a perspective distortion - the bottom is much wider than the top. I have attempted to correct this by "stretching" the image at the top corners. This may have resulted in some distortion in the vertical dimension - when I was able to make the top as wide as the bottom, I realized the figures were too short, and I adjusted them by eye. Here is the image I started off with:

YouTube Weekend: Catherine Wheel, "Black Metallic"

I first came to know this song by way of a compilation of live performances played at the WHFS studio called "Just Passin' Through." The version there, from 1996, is an extended acoustic performance with passages added to the beginning and the end ("Look into the sky, Daddy-O...") that have nothing to do (as far as I can tell) with the song itself. The version on YouTube sounds heavily overproduced by comparison, especially in the vocal treatment, but it has its own strange, dreamy beauty - as well as a sense of relentlessness and despair.

This video (from 1991) is creepy and disturbing, particularly after the 2:40 mark. It echoes some parts of Kubrick's version of The Shining. It's a non-embeddable video, so right-click on the image to play. Catherine Wheel, "Black Metallic":


For over a decade this song made me think of someone I knew - at least the opening lines "I've never seen you when you're smiling; it really gets under my skin..." As of earlier this week, those lines no longer apply.

Turns out this wasn't the first Catherine Wheel song I had ever heard. I caught a video by them at the end of an episode of MTV's late lamented "120 Minutes" at a friend's house back in 1995 or so. That song was "Waydown", and the video is disturbing for completely other reasons. People with a fear of flying may not want to watch!

Rotation's end

Well, I'm done with work for this rotation.

I should probably go to bed soon. I don't think I can just transition instantly to being up during the day. Which is too bad - it looks like a beautiful day.

I need to figure out how to adjust to the end of the rotation quickly. I have plans for next Sunday, the end of a rotation, and for May 15, which is also the end of a rotation.

I should try to make arrangements to get my car inspected next week on Monday or Tuesday. But maybe that can wait.

I was supposed to give blood today, but the Red Cross called to cancel. Just as well. I would probably fall asleep while donating.

Internet Explorer script error: Line 53, Character 3

Anybody know what the heck this is? I've been seeing it over and over again on websites of all sorts. It appears whenever I try to close the page I'm on. The above example is from Gort's Gort42, which is a Blogspot blog. I'm also seeing it on Gareth's Another Chance to See, which is also a Blogspot blog, as well as Isis the Scientist's On Becoming a Domestic and Laboratory Goddess (NEW ScienceBlogs version) - which is not a Blogspot blog. On many other sites I'm not seeing the problem at all.

The remedy that I have found is to click the "Yes" button, or sometimes the "No" button, or sometimes both, about a gazillion times. The fun part comes on the gazillion-and-first click, after the message has closed and you've just randomly clicked on whatever happened to be under it.

I know, I know: Who uses Internet Explorer anymore? Use a real browser, like Firefox! Well, I use Internet Explorer, and so do a heck of a lot of other people. And as far as I know, Firefox hasn't resolved this problem, though their open-source philosophy suggests that I should say that Firefox users haven't resolved that problem.

I tried looking information up on this problem the other day but could only find scattered bits and pieces. I'm guessing that this is another one of those little bugs inadvertently written into Internet Explorer that requires an elaborate and precise workaround and creates an incompatibility with stuff that works perfectly well in other browsers that hasn't had the workaround applied. But that's just a guess. Maybe on my days off I'll look into this more closely.

Bad day

Well, today wasn't so much a case of a single penny derailing the train as it was a case of the train jumping the tracks and plowing right into the heart of a major population center and releasing its cargo of nerve gas. It was that kind of day.

The most annoying part of it was that I had nothing to do with the problems. Everything - well, almost everything - I did was fine, when I got to do it. But I spent so much of the night racing around answering alarms and restarting presses that it was hard to focus on doing things.

It got to me after a while. At one point I thought I could very easily walk out of the room, turn in my badge to the office, quit, and walk out of the building. Then I realized it was 5:00, and I only had one hour to go.

We still don't know what the problem was. I had my theories, and threw them at my tech as quickly as I could formulate them, and some of them seem like they might actually explain the problems. But the real question is, will day shift be able to clear them up before I go in to work tonight?

More dreams

I seriously think I should earn a paycheck when I spend my entire sleep period dreaming of work. Maybe it could be in dream money, and I could use it to buy things at the dream shop.

I kept waking up every hour or so wanting to do a stamper change. Then I remembered I had handed off the presses to someone I know, and I realized I could trust him to take care of business for the twelve hours that I was away.

(At least this was better than the dream I had the previous day, where I was yelling at my mom for enrolling in a gardening club that charged $19.95 a month to get a catalog of overpriced gardening items. Thing is, i think she actually received an offer for a club like that in real life. She didn't enroll.)

Last night's penny on the tracks came early, but we recovered pretty well. We'll see how things go tonight.

Back to work, again!

Assuming I don't get laid off sometime in the next twelve hours, I'm about to go back in for four! more! days! of money-earning, back-of-the-hand-burning fun.

Well, four more nights, I should say. My first four nights went very quickly. Working all night is very easy for me, it turns out, and as long as I'm on a roll and things are going well, the work is not all that bad. But some days - nights - it only takes a single penny on the tracks to derail the train.

I did have a hell of a time adjusting back on these four days off. Friday - well, I've noted what I did Friday already. Saturday I was still out of it, though I got some necessary chores accomplished. Sunday I felt half-asleep most of the day and accomplished nothing besides watching two episodes of Cosmos on DVD. Monday was the first day I felt somewhat normal - and now it's time to shift back to sleeping during the day and working all night.

But it's money, baby. Money to pay the mortgage and the utilities and the various insurances. Money to pay down the credit card debt. Money to keep the car running so I can go to work and earn more money.

And in four more days I will be shifting gears again. With any luck, it will be an easier transition.

sour bowl monkey vomit

I get the oddest search engine hits on my site. Who would be searching for sour bowl monkey vomit? And why? (My site appears on the twelfth page of search results for this, in part due to this entry and this entry. Did the person searching for this term click through to the previous 110+ results?)

cathy baker hee haw death is enduringly popular. As far as I know, Cathy Baker, the "That's All!" girl from the end of Hee Haw, is still alive, though a lot of people seem to think otherwise. If anyone needs to set up her own personal site, it's her.

eye hooks how to sideshow: This is not the sort of thing I would want to learn about from the Internet.

Once in a while I get hits for leaf raking. Is this the sort of thing for which anyone needs instructions?

Searches like show me a photo of a red leaf rake suggest that some people have search engines slightly more sophisticated than the ones I use. Mine usually just search based on words, not specific instructions. Every time I see something like this I am reminded of Scotty in Star Trek IV speaking instructions into a mouse when he is using a 1986-era computer.

cake shaped like poo stems from the "Poop Cake" of a few years back - though, to be honest, the cake was shaped like a litter box; the poop was just Tootsie Rolls.

Not that I mind these searches. All are welcome. Well, once in a while I get ones that are just plain disturbing...but the less said about them, the better!

YouTube Weekend: The Verve, "Bitter Sweet Symphony"

I am hearing the opening notes of this song, or a soundalike version, being used in a Bank of America commercial. The Verve, "Bitter Sweet Symphony":

I'm wondering if Bank of America, like The Verve, will be sued into nonexistence by Messrs. Jagger and Richards, Esq.? Right now Jagger and Richards probably have a hell of a lot more money than Bank of America, even after accounting for the copious amounts they have inhaled, snorted, and injected. Still, I'm sure they'll take whatever they can get. Like they did with The Verve.

Tryin' to make ends meet
you're a slave to money
then you die

I wonder if Bank of America listened to the lyrics before they greenlighted the use of this song in a commercial?


Update, a few seconds later:
Here's a version of the commercial, though I'm not sure if it's the one I heard last night:
http://adsoftheworld.com/node/35237
The music is called "The Contender" by a group called The Illusionaries. Hope they have a good lawyer...

Off-kilter

I slept from shortly after I got home on Thursday morning at 7:00 to around 2:00 Thursday afternoon. Worked from 6:00 PM Thursday to 6:00 AM Friday. Got home a little after 7:00 Friday morning, made some coffee, had some pie, screwed around online, stayed up until 11:00 AM. Went to bed. Woke up at 12:30 PM, did some stuff, slept until 2:00 in the afternoon, did s0me more stuff, went back to bed. Woke up around 5:00, called some friends, talked on the phone for a while, rubbed my feet and legs with Kmart's version of Icy Hot, got out of bed, had something to eat. Have been screwing around online since, with the exception of a break to watch the last twenty minutes of the last Battlestar Galactica. (I can't believe it was all the dream of an autistic kid. And when Adama woke up in bed with Suzanne Pleshette...)

It's now 2:51 Saturday morning.

I should get to bed soon. In the morning (later in the morning, I should say) I will haul away my old 19" CRT monitor to be recycled at Best Buy. They'll charge me $10, but will give me a $10 gift card. Maybe I'll buy something.

I'll also have to do something with my old speakers. Like the monitor, these are also quite old, and the left speaker has something disconnected internally. If I can figure out a way to get into the welded-plastic shell I might be able to fix it. Then I'll have a backup set of speakers (with a very good subwoofer) with only a small chance that they will burst into flames. If anyone feels technically competent in these matters, these Altec-Lansing stereo speakers (with subwoofer!) are free to a good home!

Done

Well, my first night shift rotation in over fifteen years is over. I stopped on the way home to get gas - Sam's Club has its pumps open before 7:00 in the morning! - and then headed the rest of the way home. Made coffee (something I haven't done these past four days, not in the morning, at least), got a slice of pie, and sat down to listen to NPR's Morning Edition on the computer while checking out everybody's blog and Facebook updates. After a while my reading became woolgathering became hypnagogic experiences, and I'm now thinking maybe I should take a nap.

Friends on Facebook may recall my complaint the other day about headaches caused by the extremely bright blue LED indicator light on my right speaker. I want to have an indicator light, I just don't want it to burn through the back of my skull by way of my eyes. Various methods of dimming or masking this light were discussed. Then I came up with a simple and elegant solution...


...block the light with the tail of a Euoplocephalus! Why didn't I think of that sooner?

You'll notice a few other things in this photo: the right half of my new widescreen monitor, with a desktop background from The Stained Glass Project (see here for the specific image). Desk lamp with compact fluorescent light bulb - almost all of our lights are now CFL's; the light does not look as green as it photographs. Stapler. Ankylosaurus (labeled Euoplocephalus, though I'm pretty sure this is one of the more lightly-armored Ankylosauridae) and Triceratops, both dollar store dinosaurs (see here for another photo of these miniatures, and see here for the definitive online report on "Dollar Dinos.") Van Gogh's Fourteen Sunflowers. Part of a "bumper sticker" I made back in 2004 that reads "SAVE HUBBLE, SCRAP BUSH." The speaker, dinosaurs, and stapler are all on top of my HP DeskJet 842c printer. In the shadows in the foreground are a kitchen timer shaped like a chrome coffee pot (great for when you're cooking or baking while online - another dollar store item) and a coffee cup with a reproduction of a vintage ad for Yokohl Brand oranges featuring an old-style Donald Duck.

Update, 3/21/09: Out of the shadows

Now, I think I'll check a few more things online and then have a little lie down.

The chorus of the morning

One advantage of coming home at 7:00 in the morning at this time of year is that I get to experience the chorus of the morning: songbirds declaring their locations, staking out fluid and overlapping territories, calling for mates, warning off rivals, all at once.

I saw my first Robin of Spring yesterday, two days before Spring actually arrives! It was a big fat one who stood on my lawn and stared at me as I pulled up in front of the house. Then I watched a Cardinal light up crimson in the upper branches of an Oak at sunrise as it sang "wit-wit-wit-witwitwitwit-dEEEuurrr".

On the way home this morning I heard this on NPR's Morning Edition:

Lessons From The Recession In The Classroom

I had a slight thrill of recognition when the narrator spoke of driving through the Pocono "mountains." (There really are no such things, despite what countless skiers and snowboarders and honeymooners will yell you. The Poconos are actually a highly eroded plateau. Very strange to drive through that terrain knowing that fact.) He spoke of travelling to a public college in Northeastern Pennsylvania, and I wondered "where?" Then he revealed he was at Luzerne County Community College, just down the street from me!

It's a report on a topic of some interest to me, how the faltering economy is affecting college enrollments - negatively for some schools, positively for others. Sadly, I don't think the report ever specifically states where L.C.C.C. is located - it's in Nanticoke! So anyone who listened to this report today, who heard a brief snatch of the carillon bells playing, was listening to an audio postcard from my hometown!

Traffic

One major advantage of working day shift over night shift is the traffic, or lack thereof.

This may sound a bit backwards unless you remember that day shift goes from 6 AM to 6 PM, and night shift goes from 6 PM to 6 AM. So the day shift commute takes place around 5:00 in the morning, when the highways are mostly empty with the exception of long-haul truckers and other extremely early commuters. Night shift, on the other hand, requires a commute around 5:00 in the afternoon - rush hour.

It's not just the fact that there are more vehicles on the road. Only rarely are there active work zones in the early-morning hours. In the afternoon construction has been going on all day, and significant delays are possible. Backups, even.

That's what happened yesterday.

I technically live forty minutes from work, door to door, assuming smooth traffic. Since I cannot always assume smooth traffic, and since I still have to walk through the parking lot, into the building, and to the time clock prior to 6:00 - well prior, if I want to not be a jerk, get a good turnover, and relieve my counterpart a little early - I have to add a little buffer to my start time.

On day shift I worked out that 5:00 was a pretty optimal time to leave the house for work. It got me there with fifteen to twenty minutes to spare. If I suspected there would be bad weather or other delays, I would set out as much as fifteen to twenty minutes early.

Night shift is another matter. I would routinely see traffic jams through construction zones on my commute home, usually affecting traffic coming the other way. If and when I had to take a detour on my home-bound commute, it was no big deal.

On Monday I thought about all these things when I left the house at about 4:40 - and got to work at 5:20. So yesterday I decided to shave things a little closer, and left at about 4:50.

Naturally, I hit a traffic jam.

It could have been worse. A state patrolman had thoughtfully positioned his vehicle before the last exit before the traffic jam, so people who realized what was happening had the option of exiting and taking a detour. Which is what I did. But the detour was already overstuffed with commuters, so it was full of its own delays. After more than twenty minutes of picking my way through Moosic and Scranton I was able to get back onto Interstate 81. I made it to the timeclock with five minutes to spare.

This afternoon I think I'll try to leave a little earlier. Maybe I'll take a magazine with me.

For now, I need to get to bed.

One night down, three to go

Well, I survived my first night shift in about sixteen years.

The actual "doing it" part wasn't so hard. I work in a whitespace, pretty much. So, day or night, you're getting massive light stimulation. If you don't look out a window, you can't really be sure if it's 3:00 in the afternoon or 3:00 in the morning. And the job keeps you too busy to think about how crazy it is to be working from 6:00 at night to 6:00 in the morning.

The harder parts are the two other major components of the day: eating and sleeping. I had worked out a meal regimen that kept me fueled up so well that some days I would eat at 3:30 in the morning and not eat again until 4:00 in the afternoon. But on night shift, it would feel odd to be eating cereal with a banana and drinking two cups of coffee in the mid-afternoon. Likewise, it would feel odd to be eating supper in the morning, just after I get home.

On day shift I settled on a sleep pattern of being in bed by 10:00 at night and up at 3:00 in the morning. On nights...well, I'm going to try to get to bed soon, and I have my alarm set for 2:00 this afternoon. Yesterday was an odd transition: I got to bed around 12:30 Monday morning, and woke up (as I had pre-programmed) just after 7:00 in the morning so I could call the unemployment office to see why they wanted me to call them (Routine stuff triggered by cycles of work/layoff.) I think I rolled over for a while, but then got up again and screwed around online for a while. I finally lay down for a nap again at 1:15, and let myself drift off to sleep to test my alarms. (I rearranged them slightly based on that experiment.)

Falling asleep now...need to get to bed soon.

One advantage on this shift: I'll be better informed. I can listen to All Things Considered on my way in to work, and Morning Edition on my way home. On day shift I was going in to work before the morning news came on, and coming home while listening to Fresh Air with Terry Gross.

Good night! Or should I say, good day! And happy St. Patrick's Day!

The Stained Glass Project: St. John the Evangelist and St. Helen

This is part of an ongoing series called The Stained Glass Project, in which I am attempting to photographically preserve the stained glass windows of my parish church, Our Lady of Czestochowa (St. Mary's) in Nanticoke, Pennsylvania.

With this entry we begin to review the windows along the North side of St. Mary's church in Nanticoke, Pannsylvania. Having worked our way forward from the back of the church on the South side, we will now work our way backwards from the front of the church along the North side.

The first window is a truncated one, missing both the upper and lower openable panels. It apparently was designed that way and not modified at a later date, since it still has its donor tags.

This pair of windows, the sixth from the rear of the church on the North side, contains portraits of Saint John the Evangelist and Saint Helen.

This first image is fairly straightforward: John the Evangelist, quill in his right hand, apparently writing on a scrolled page held in his left hand. Accounts of his life can be found here:

New Advent Catholic Encyclopedia entry for St. John the Evangelist
EWTN page for St. John the Evangelist
Wikipedia entry for John the Evangelist

The eagle that stands at his side deserves some explanation. Each of the four authors of the Gospels is represented by a figure - Matthew a human, Mark a lion, Luke an ox, and John an eagle. The New Advent Catholic Encyclopedia has this to say about John's eagle: "Early Christian art usually represents St. John with an eagle, symbolizing the heights to which he rises in the first chapter of his Gospel. " A fuller description of these symbols is given on the "Symbols of the Four Evangelists" page on the site catholic-resources.org. The ultimate source of these particular symbols, according to this site, comes from a vision recounted in Ezekiel 1:1-14:

In the thirtieth year, in the fourth month, on the fifth day of the month, as I was among the exiles by the river Chebar, the heavens were opened, and I saw visions of God. On the fifth day of the month (it was the fifth year of the exile of King Jehoiachin), the word of the LORD came to the priest Ezekiel son of Buzi, in the land of the Chaldeans by the river Chebar; and the hand of the LORD was on him there. As I looked, a stormy wind came out of the north: a great cloud with brightness around it and fire flashing forth continually, and in the middle of the fire, something like gleaming amber. In the middle of it was something like four living creatures. This was their appearance: they were of human form. Each had four faces, and each of them had four wings. Their legs were straight, and the soles of their feet were like the sole of a calf's foot; and they sparkled like burnished bronze. Under their wings on their four sides they had human hands. And the four had their faces and their wings thus: their wings touched one another; each of them moved straight ahead, without turning as they moved. As for the appearance of their faces: the four had the face of a human being, the face of a lion on the right side, the face of an ox on the left side, and the face of an eagle; such were their faces. Their wings were spread out above; each creature had two wings, each of which touched the wing of another, while two covered their bodies. Each moved straight ahead; wherever the spirit would go, they went, without turning as they went. In the middle of the living creatures there was something that looked like burning coals of fire, like torches moving to and fro among the living creatures; the fire was bright, and lightning issued from the fire. The living creatures darted to and fro, like a flash of lightning.

This particular eagle always disturbed me as a kid, with its large, glassy eye gazing upward lovingly at the evangelist, a cartoonish smile (actually, the bottom of its beak) on its face. I believe this is a Golden Eagle, though its upswept crest does not appear in the depictions I have seen online - if anyone can identify the species more precisely, please let me know. The eagle seems to be in direct contact with St. John's leg, like a dog staying close to his master's side.


Saint Helen, who lived from about 250 AD to 330 AD, is well-known as the mother of Saint Constantine, the Roman emperor who embraced Christianity. Her story is covered here:

New Advent Catholic Encyclopedia entry on Saint Helen
Lives of the Saints: Saint Helen
Wikipedia entry on Saint Helen (Helena of Constantinople)

Among the many stories told of St. Helen is one that credits her with finding the True Cross. From the New Advent Catholic encyclopedia entry on "Archæology of the Cross and Crucifix":

In the year 326 the mother of Constantine, Helena, then about 80 years old, having journeyed to Jerusalem, undertook to rid the Holy Sepulchre of the mound of earth heaped upon and around it, and to destroy the pagan buildings that profaned its site. Some revelations which she had received gave her confidence that she would discover the Saviour's Tomb and His Cross. The work was carried on diligently, with the co-operation of St. Macarius, bishop of the city. The Jews had hidden the Cross in a ditch or well, and covered it over with stones, so that the faithful might not come and venerate it. Only a chosen few among the Jews knew the exact spot where it had been hidden, and one of them, named Judas, touched by Divine inspiration, pointed it out to the excavators, for which act he was highly praised by St. Helena. Judas afterwards became a Christian saint, and is honoured under the name of Cyriacus. During the excavation three crosses were found, but because the titulus was detached from the Cross of Christ, there was no means of identifying it. Following an inspiration from on high, Macarius caused the three crosses to be carried, one after the other, to the bedside of a worthy woman who was at the point of death. The touch of the other two was of no avail; but on touching that upon which Christ had died the woman got suddenly well again. From a letter of St. Paulinus to Severus inserted in the Breviary of Paris it would appear that St. Helena herself had sought by means of a miracle to discover which was the True Cross and that she caused a man already dead and buried to be carried to the spot, whereupon, by contact with the third cross, he came to life. From yet another tradition, related by St. Ambrose, it would seem that the titulus, or inscription, had remained fastened to the Cross.

All of which goes to explain why she is shown holding a cross - though certainly not the True Cross, judging from size alone. The segmented vertical piece, the upright, may be in some way significant, as may be the green cloth wreath around the top piece. But I do not see any explanation for these features in the linked references.

Nor do I see an explanation for the scales held in her right hand. Scales are not listed among her saintly attributes, the symbols typically associated with her.

I am unaware of the significance of the structure depicted in the top round window, though I have somewhat arbitrarily assigned it the identifier of "basilica." It may represent a specific structure, or it may be some more generic structure. It is not the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, which is built over the site where St. Helen found the True Cross. The text on the scroll beneath the image is not visible, if there was ever any at all.

The donor tag at the bottom crosses both portraits, and reads "Presented by John Smoulter, in memory of my beloved wife." There was a John Smoulter, Jr. who was listed as president of First National Bank of Nanticoke in 1889. Was he the person who donated these windows? And was his wife's name, perhaps, Helen?

Two, two, two haloes in one!

Note: I originally used the soelling "haloes" throughout this post. My Webster's New World Dictionary (Fourth Edition) lists the plural of halo as "halos" or "haloes." Minnaert uses "halos" throughout his book, so I revised my spelling to match his...and inadvertantly missed the title. Since that spelling is also in the url for this entry, changing the title might revise the url. So I'm leaving it as "haloes."

I dropped off my tax information at an accountant's today - my tax situation has become too complex in recent years for me to do my taxes on my own, something I actually used to enjoy. On the way out I noticed a hazy wash across the sky. I knew then to block the Sun with my fist and look in its general direction through by polarized clip-on sunglasses. And what I saw was...odd.

I was hoping for a halo, and maybe a circumzenithal arc. What I saw was something I've never seen before: a halo, all right, but with some other arc touching it, like a hyperbola with the Sun at one focus.

I only had a camera phone with me. I grabbed a photo, but since I live just a few minutes from the accountant's office, I decided to try to get more images when I got home, if the halos were still present.

They were.


These images were taken between 1:11 PM and 1:13 PM on Saturday, March 14, 2008. I used a hoary old evergreen to block the Sun. Blinded as I was by the glare in the sky, I did my best to capture the halos. I took several images, but most of them came out looking nearly identical. Wispy cirrus clouds are visible, probably providing the ice crystals which formed the halos. Oddly, the point where the two halos touch seems to be offset very slightly counterclockwise from a point directly above the Sun.


Here's another image, using an old gaslight to block the Sun. The deviation of the two arcs on the right is more obvious here. Note the trees reflected in the glass.

So the question is, what were these halos?

M.G.J. Minnaert provides a comprehensive list of halo phenomena in his classic and essential Light and Color in the Outdoors. The lower halo, a segment of a circle that went completely around the Sun, is the 22 degree halo. The other halo appears to either be Parry's arc, or the upper tangential arc, or possibly both.

While trying to image the right side of the 22 degree halo, I actually captured something quite odd:

This appears to be a nearly-vertical white line in the sky, just to the right of the evergreen. Remember that I was mostly blinded by the glare from the sky, so I didn't really see this at all - I thought I was photographing the edge of the halo. So what is this? None of the optical phenomena that I can find on Minnaert's list match this at all. It also isn't an artifact from a defect in the lens or the imager, because it also showed up when I rotated the camera 90 degrees.


My best guess is that this is a cirrus cloud, since that would make it parallel with the cirrus clouds seen in the previous images. Or perhaps it's the edge of a larger cloud, or a linear indentation in a cloud. It's also possible that it was an otherwise unnoticed contrail. Or perhaps it is an artifact, an internal reflection of some sort - I guess if I took a picture with the camera held at an angle to the horizontal, we would have known for sure.

For now we will have to write it off as just one of those things. But keep a camera handy, and keep your eyes open. You never know what you might see! And if you do get any cool halo images, please share them with the rest of us!