Jan 292009
 
Image from Flickr user calafellvalo.

Image from Flickr user calafellvalo.

This is a crime that I had never even considered, let along worried about: honey laundering. Yes, it’s got a slick name, but the problem appears real:

The honey business is plagued with international intrigue, where foreign hucksters and shady importers sometimes rip off conscientious packers with Chinese honey diluted with cheap sugar syrup or tainted with illegal antibiotics.

That from the Seattle P-I, which conducted a five -month investigation into the problems with honey in Washington state — as well as delving into Canada, which doesn’t get off scot-free. Rather, although the series says that Canadian-made honey is generally pretty good, and we even have some authentic organic honey (which Washington does not), the problem with Canada is that it’s used as a third-party waystation in order to obscure the origin of antibiotics-laced Chinese honey:

“Truck drivers tell us about bringing full semi loads of foreign honey across the border to packers in our state and Oregon. That honey didn’t come from Canadian bees, but it’s sold with a label saying ‘from U.S. and Canadian honey.’ “

Literally, “honey laundering.” Now that’s what I’d call ‘a sticky situation.’

There’s lots to read in the P-I special report — eight good stories. Makes me re-think my appreciation for honey, a little bit. But what am I going to switch to, peanut butter?

Modern office space

 Posted by on 29 January 2009  Modern Life
Jan 292009
 
Where do you think I got the logo?  Yahoo?

Where do you think I got the logo? Yahoo?

Grant posted not so long ago about office layouts.  I’ve never been one with an eye towards interior design of any sort, so I hesitantly admit to having only skimmed that post.

What I am currently interested in is how the current economic downturn (I refuse to use the word ‘recession’) is affecting the business world.  It is really quite scary:  Sprint-Nextel cutting 8,000 jobs; GM cutting 2,000 (no suprise there, though); Home Depot losing 7,000; and Caterpillar a whopping 20,000 job cuts (source).  The numbers are astounding and mesmerizing in a horrid car-crash sort of way.

Reading all of these numbers, I started to think about the tech boom of the 1990s and the extravagance that was said to have taken place in those offices.  (Maybe it was fact, but I never saw it firsthand…)  My idle thoughts led me to the wonder of the Internet where a few seconds of research brought me up short:  Google is cutting staff.

“But that can’t be right,” I said to myself.  “Not Google.”

Which brings me back to Grant’s office design post.  Here are some shots of Google’s offices.  While I admit it would be kick-ass to work in such an environment, how does a company justify such frivolity while laying people off work?

It is something I’ll never understand.

Jan 282009
 
Turn down your volume if you click this image at work or in a library.

Turn down your volume if you click this image at work or in a library. Otherwise, turn it the hell up!

Normally, if one thinks about the President of the United States spinning platters, perhaps one would think of a circus performer, frantically trying to keep plates spinning atop poles, dashing frantically from one to the other, spinning, spinning, spinning. One plate is labeled “Iraq” and another “Afghanistan,” while there are also plates with terms like “Illegal Immigration” and “Economic Crisis” wobbling around over there.

How does he do it?

Maybe, sometimes, he just needs to relax, and spin a different kind of platter. Why, I think the current President of the United States looks like kind of a cool cat, probably the kind of guy who can spin up a turntable and drop the needle ex-fucking-actly on the damn beat.

That’s a prez who would appreciate a top-secret record collection, all pristine vinyl in special President of the United States limited edition (of one) commemorative sleeve, hidden away in the basement of the White House, right?

Good thing such a secret record collection actually exists!

Stored in the basement of the executive mansion is the official White House Record Library: several hundred LPs that include landmark albums in rock (Led Zeppelin IV, the Rolling Stones’ Let It Bleed), punk (the Ramones’ Rocket to Russia, the Sex Pistols’ Never Mind the Bollocks, Here’s the Sex Pistols), cult classics (Captain Beefheart’s Trout Mask Replica, the Flying Burrito Brothers’ The Gilded Palace of Sin) and disco. Not to mention records by Santana, Neil Young, Talking Heads, Isaac Hayes, Elton John, the Cars and Barry Manilow.

No, it was not designed to ensure that the artform of DJing survives a nuclear apocalypse, or even put there to keep the First Family boogying away in the fallout shelter.  But it’s still awesome, and it’s the kind of perk that I never really expected the president to have in real life. Maybe in comic books, but real life?

Wait a minute … black president, with a secret record collection hidden in the basement of the White House?

Is that it? Are we living in a comic book?!?!?

Yessssss. (fist pump)

Jan 282009
 

Wow, this recession is hitting restaurants hard. Because in some places its legal to pay servers less than minimum wage (on the assumption that tips make up the difference, some restaurants are laying off minimum-wage-earning busboys so they can keep on cheaper servers to clear tables.

Or, so says the Wall Street Journal.

However, the story goes on to note that the current economic downtown may have a shiny side — at least for cutlery manufacturers. The WSJ’s story implies that lazy or rebellious servers are throwing out spoons, leading to restaurant-wide shortages:

With the busboys gone, Ms. Baker noticed something odd: Spoons started disappearing. So many were missing that the restaurant sometimes ran out of clean ones during peak times.

Mr. Harris asked managers at other Bob Evanses and learned it was happening at their locations too. “Was this an act of rebellion because we have to do this now?” he asked. One manager suggested putting magnets inside trash-can lids to capture any spoons.

At Bob Evans Farms Inc. headquarters in Columbus, Ohio, management had to increase the number of new spoons it bought companywide during the first three months after bussers were cut. Mr. Hicks says Bob Evans restaurants historically have gone through more spoons than other utensils, though it isn’t clear why so many vanished with the change. The most likely explanation, employees said, is that servers and dish washers were simply throwing out silverware in their haste to scrape dishes clean; spoons get thrown away more easily than forks or knives because, the theory goes, they are lighter.

Talk about a ridiculous economic indicator. “ZOMG! We’re out of spoons! How will The Tick save us now??!?!”

I do have some sympathy for overworked servers, though. Hey, you try being a waitress!

Today is Data Privacy Day

 Posted by on 28 January 2009  Modern Life
Jan 282009
 

I had big plans for a long series of posts breaking down the threats to privacy and what you could do to address them, but life got in the way.

Surely, I’ll address them at some point in the future, but I would like to say one thing, just to honour the occasion.

When people say “if you’re worried about privacy, you must have something to hide,” I get annoyed.

I think that’s false. It’s like saying the only people who care about freedom must have somewhere to go. Privacy, like freedom, is about more than that — it’s more fundamental.

Not only is it about keeping things that are personal, personal, it’s about choice. No, I don’t have anywhere but Brandon to be, right now, but I cherish the freedom that I could drive to Vancouver or Halifax next week, if the impulse struck.

Similarly, I’d prefer to have the choice about what personal information I release — and when, and to whom. Once I’ve given that up, once I’ve given my personal, private information away, it’s no longer under my control. There are thousands of companies out there with some piece of my information, and I know that they don’t care about me at all.

Some people will say that because they don’t care about me, they won’t care enough to abuse my privacy. But I think it’s the opposite: I think they won’t care enough to protect it.

So think about that, the next time you’re asked for your phone number or your postal code or your drivers license. Does the person or company asking really need it? Or do they just want it? And if they want it so badly, why are you giving it away for free?

 Comments Off  Tagged with:
Jan 282009
 

Brandon’s blessed with a river running through it — a river that, despite fits and starts, we’ve generally managed to take fairly good advantage of, in terms of parks and recreation space. I could go on and on about the missed opportunities and the poor decisions, but by and large, when it comes to the Assiniboine River, Brandon hasn’t done half bad.

Take a look at this map of proposed green space and parkland from 1969 (I found it here, where I was mesmerized for a little while):

oldmap

Click on the map to get a larger size, and there’s an even larger size available for downloading on the Flickr site here.

Anyway, if you take a look, you get a real sense of recreation priorities for the time. With picnic and open areas to the north and east, development is concentrated in the centre, where the plan calls for everything from tennis courts to a bowling green and a football/baseball field surrounded by a quarter-mile track. There’s even an indoor swimming pool in the plan — but all that infrastructure comes at a cost: fully half of that centre developed area is devoted to parking!

Luckily, there are areas of “dense trees” and five-foot-high “screening hedges” blocking out the roads. (I seem to recall most of the dense bushes in Brandon, around our walking paths, were thinned out radically after a series of sexual assaults about a decade ago.)

Now, see what Google maps has to say about the current state of of the park that’s in the area:

modern-map

Again, click on the map for a larger version, or head over to Google for full zoomability.

Very little of what was envisioned actually got built — and what we do see is the cheap stuff. So, no indoor pool, and no running track, but on the plus side, many fewer parking spaces.

You’ll also note that there seems to have been a baseball field explosion (do we really need that many?) and the tennis courts, when they got built, were situated further east.

This park is also where the current skating oval is, and that’s used in a completely different way than this plan thought out — I don’t see any provision for winter at all, except for the indoor stuff, plus I suppose the trails could be used for cross-country skiing.

Another difference that I noted is that the original plan called for a series of pedestrian bridges crossing over through the island and heading to Curran Park. When I was a kid, there was actually a ferry that crossed the river (though it was further east) and it did indeed lead to Curran Park (now Turtle Crossing) but never to my knowledge did the island get involved. There’s a small pumping station there now.

I also did up a quick overlay of the two maps, so you can see the differences, but it’s best if you download the .psd here (warning, big file) and adjust the transparency back and forth yourself.

mapoverlay

I would love to have the time to go waaaay back in the archives and see the debate and budget processes that turned this park plan into quite a different park reality.

Jan 282009
 
I thought when the time was expired, you had to move?

I thought when the time was expired, you had to move?

Just surfing around, working on a column about parking meters, when I happened across the picture above (it’s in Oklahoma). What a weird tombstone — but I don’t mean that in a bad way. It’s unusual, but it’s probably also very personal, and it’s touching, I find.

Of course, It’ll likely attract vandals like there’s no tomorrow. They’ll really have to watch out for Luke:

(RIP, Mr. Newman — I really have to watch that film again.)

However, back on track, the website where I found that parking meter tombstone is just the sort of ecclectica that I love to happen across on the Internet. It’s a compendium of weird and unusual off-the-beaten-path roadside attractions.

Although the era of the Route 66 roadtrip seems long past (Roadtrips now seem more about highways and Interstates — you stop at a gas station, not a tourist trap) they’re still ingrained in the culture. And some of those roadside attractions struggle on.

They’ve got a few of the Westman basics covered — Happy Rock, Sara the Camel, Tommy the Turtle — but when Amy and I head off on our bi-annual trip to Minneapolis in May, I think I’m going to spend some time checking out the stuff we might otherwise have just driven right by: Road Cheese Graveyard, here we come!

Jan 282009
 

How many people love flying these days?

(crickets)

Well, faced with terrible food and bad entertainment, at least one Virgin Air passenger decided to take his complaints right to the top — writing Richard Branson himself. And doing so hilariously.

The email is so perfectly viral, and reports are so quick to  say that Sir Richard himself telephoned the email-writer to quickly apologize, that I wonder if its some sort of guerrilla marketing scheme.

No matter, it’s hilarious!

virgin1You don’t get to a position like yours Richard with anything less than a generous sprinkling of observational power so I KNOW you will have spotted the tomato next to the two yellow shafts of sponge on the left. Yes, it’s next to the sponge shaft without the green paste. That’s got to be the clue hasn’t it. No sane person would serve a desert with a tomato would they. Well answer me this Richard, what sort of animal would serve a dessert with peas in?

You can read the whole email on Popbitch.

Jan 272009
 

bp-logo-starOver at Broken Pencil, a Canadian website/magazine that chronicles indie culture, there’s an interesting little voting contest going on: their Indie Writers Deathmatch 2009.

From the Canwest story:

Readers can vote for their favourite, and cheer on or hurl insults at the writers and each other, with the writers themselves having to survive round after round of online voting as well as fending off the armies of their opponents’ supporters.

It’s deliciously nasty. A comment from the website, where the first round of voting is ongoing:

Judy Blume – 2009/01/26
You notice you’re growing hair in places that you never had hair before. You notice that your voice is cracking and getting husky and you’re getting boners in the morning and that you want to stick it into smelly holes. You notice that so far this deathmatch is for “edgy” tween readers and that this story is only slightly less shitty than the other. I can’t relate. You got my vote!

You’ll love it.

Mad about office design

 Posted by on 27 January 2009  Vintage/Retro
Jan 272009
 

At the Brandon Sun, like many offices, the furniture and design is, um, mish-mashed. We’ve a long-promised newsroom reno coming (apparently) this year, and that is supposed to include not just carpet, but new desks (dare I dream of ergonomics?) and a new layout.

That sounds great, but there are some serious vintage desks currently being used in that newsroom that I would absolutely love to take home.

Desks like the ones below, all solid steel and midcentury green. Desks that make you sit up and think, “Huh, I guess that whole ‘duck and cover’ thing might actually have worked, after all.”

Here’s a taste:

I also love the striped filing cabinets. To die for!

I also love the striped filing cabinets. To die for!

Some more images on the Mid-Century Modernist blog, which I found linked from Draplin.

Apparently, they’re scans from a furniture company’s ad in Fortune magazine. Sorry, apparently they are really cool vintage scans from a furniture company’s ad in Fortune magazine.

Jan 262009
 

william20-20crack20pipe

Yes, it’s true. The whole “crack baby” thing was a myth. Turns out that researchers who follow crack-exposed kids from womb to now find that there is almost no difference between them and kids whose parents weren’t crack-addicted.

It’s official, because it’s in the New York Times:

So far, these scientists say, the long-term effects of such exposure on children’s brain development and behavior appear relatively small.

(snip)

Cocaine is undoubtedly bad for the fetus. But experts say its effects are less severe than those of alcohol and are comparable to those of tobacco — two legal substances that are used much more often by pregnant women, despite health warnings.

Of course, you could have learned that three-and-a-half years ago, if you read Slate or the Columbia Journalism Review, whose story back in 2004 chronicled the rise of the new “meth baby” myth.

Or heck, go back another decade, to 1995, and you’ll find a piece in Mother Jones, deconstructing the crack baby “epidemic”:

The crack baby quickly became a symbol for the biological determinism recently promulgated in its rawest form by Charles Murray and Richard Herrnstein in The Bell Curve: These (mostly black) bug-eyed morons weren’t quite human–and no amount of attention could make them so. In the late ’8os, some commentators predicted they would become America’s “biologic underclass.” By 1991, John Silber, president of Boston University, went so far as to lament the expenditure of so many health care dollars on “crack babies who won’t ever achieve the intellectual development to have consciousness of God.”

(snip)

No one suggests using cocaine in pregnancy is harmless. But unlike alcohol, which in heavy doses can cause a set of birth defects known as fetal alcohol syndrome, cocaine is not associated with any pattern of defects. Nor does it produce infantile withdrawal, like opiates. Today there is something approaching scientific consensus that cocaine increases the risk of low birthweight and perhaps premature delivery.

The piece goes on to say that, although low birthweight and premature delivery are no laughing matters, by themselves, they don’t predict what a child will be like at 3 years of age, or 9.

Now, as the Slate piece linked above makes clear, it’s time to inoculate yourself against the awful overreporting of the “meth epidemic.”

“Meth mouth” is probably mostly myth and the rest exaggerated. “Meth babies” I would be surprised to find exist. I’m not going to go out and say let’s all do meth, but let’s take a look at this bit from a 1990 Newsweek article, cited from that very same Slate story:

Don’t tell the kids, but there’s a dirty little secret about crack: as with most other drugs, a lot of people use it without getting addicted. In their zeal to shield young people from the plague of drugs, the media and many drug educators have hyped the very real dangers of crack into a myth of instant and total addiction

Now, where they say “crack” read “meth” or “hillbilly heroin” if you prefer.

So, yeah. Drugs are, not that bad, mmmkay?

Jan 262009
 

Obama, in the first few days of his presidency, has been busy. He has made a point of changing some of Bush’s more controversial policies. His most recent act making the news is his decision to overturn the “global gag rule” which bans funding for international groups that perform abortions and help in family planning.

This decision has Vatican officials speaking out. From the Times Online:

Archbishop Rino Fisichella, president of the Pontifical Academy for Life, said that with “the arrogance of someone who believes they are right”, Mr Obama had signed a decree which would “open the door to abortion and thus to the destruction of human life”.

What has me so bothered, is that Fisichella says Obama is “arrogant” in believing he is right. Excuse me, but doesn’t the Vatican think it is right in deciding that abortions should be illegal, and even worse, a sin? Doesn’t this arrogance cost women their lives? Doesn’t this arrogance make women, who already have a difficult decision to make, believe themselves morally condemned for doing what is possibly best for their situation?

Fisichella goes on:

“What is important is to know how to listen, without locking oneself into ideological visions with the arrogance of a person who, having the power, thinks they can decide on life and death.

I don’t think the Archbishop is aware of how truly ironic this statement is. The Catholic stance on abortion is purely ideological. And by claiming power of the holy kind, power over the immortal souls of women, the Catholic Church has the arrogance to assert that their position is the right one.

Maybe if the Vatican changed it’s stance on contraception, abortion wouldn’t be such a problem.

Obama isn’t saying abortion is right or wrong; instead he is allowing the decision to be the woman’s, and is allowing the family planning organizations to benefit from funding, so they can give women the proper information and resources concerning abortion.

Good for Obama.

Jan 262009
 
Goth kitten "Snarly Monster" from the eBay ad, via the Examiner.

Goth kitten "Snarly Monster" from the eBay ad, via the Examiner.

Pet groomer Holly Crawford is in trouble. Humane officers in Pennsylvania charged her with animal cruelty last week, after being tipped off by the SPCA and PETA. Her crime? Piercing the ears of kittens and trying to sell them as “goth” on eBay. A PETA spokeswoman called it “barbaric.”

Unusual? Sure. Innovative? I think so. Weird? Perhaps.

But cruel?

Crawford told The Associated Press on Thursday that she didn’t see any difference between piercing a cat and piercing a human. She said she used sterile needles and surgical soap and that she checked the kittens several times a day to make sure they were healing properly.

“When I did it, it wasn’t with any cruel intentions,” said Crawford, of rural Ross Township. “They were definitely loved, well-fed, no fleas, clipped nails. And they were happy.”

We live in a topsy-turvey world, where you can pierce the ears of a newborn infant, no problem, but get arrested for doing it to an cat. Have problems with that same cat’s behaviour, though? It’s no trouble to take it in — often to your local SPCA-associated Humane Society! — for a castration, a hysterectomy or to have its paws chopped off at the first knuckle.

Don’t you dare pierce its ear, though! If you want to alter the appearance of a cat’s ear, you’ll have to let it outside to freeze like everyone else does.