Month: January 2006

Microsoft: Not evil, just half-assed.

One of my favorite songs is Slit Skirts, by Pete Townshend. It begins with

I was just 34 years old and I was still wandering in a haze
I was wondering why everyone I met seemed like they were lost in a maze

I don’t know why I thought I should have some kind of divine right to the blues
It’s sympathy not tears people need when they’re the front page sad news.

I turned 35 today, so I can now look back on that song fondly, in my decrepitude.

Cartoonist and painter William Stout offers some advice for living well. (Thanks, Tom!)

Also, here’s a passage from the book I’m reading, Jane Jacobs’ The Death and Life of Great American Cities:

[I]t is understandable that men who were young in the 1920’s were captivated by the vision of the freeway Radiant City, with the specious promise that it would be appropriate to an automobile age. At least it was then a new idea; to men of the generation of New York’s Robert Moses, for example, it was radical and exciting in the days when their minds were growing and their ideas forming. Some men tend to cling to old intellectual excitements, just as some belles, when they are old ladies, still cling to the fashions and coiffures of their exciting youth. But it is harder to understand why this form of arrested mental development should be passed on intact to succeeding generations of planners and designers. It is disturbing to think that men who are young today, men who are being trained now for their careers, should accept on the grounds that they must be “modern” in their thinking, conceptions about cities and traffic which are not only unworkable, but also to which nothing new of any significance has been added since their fathers were children.

At which point Springsteen’s New York City Serenade starts playing, and I feel like I’m going to have a wonderful birthday.

Tony Blair cops to smacking his kids around. According to the article, new proposals by his party intended to restore respect “include a National Parenting Academy where frustrated parents would be given help in dealing with out-of-control offspring.”

If the Brits really have this much trouble with their kids, does it mean that Mary Poppins, Nanny 911 and Supernanny aren’t as valuable as we think?

Remember the case of Cory Maye that I linked to a few weeks ago? That dude in Mississippi who’s sitting on death row in a particularly murky case (as in, cops broke down his door possibly without announcing themselves and possibly without a legit warrant, and the first cop to barge into Maye’s place got shot)?

The Agitator’s done a great job of pursuing the case, and informing readers about the ever-stranger circumstances of the case. Now the strangeness has gone overboard.

Evidently, the public defender who was representing Maye on his appeal has been fired from his position as town public defender, almost certainly in reponse to his pursuit of Maye’s appeal. Read Balko’s latest on the case, just to get one more take on how messed up the justice system can get.

The lawyer, Bob Evans, is still representing Maye. If you want to contribute (not tax free) to a legal fund to try to get Maye off death row, this is the place to go.

Yay! Early birthday presents for me! My buddy Mark decided to help me continue my self-taught crash course in urban issues with City Life, by Witold Rybczynski! And he helped me get in touch with my psychotic banjo-playing alter ego by getting me White African, by Otis Taylor!

Ah, generosity! Not like I expect you to get me anything. . .

(You’ve only got till Wednesday)

I’ve only taken a swing at one woman in my life (I was asleep, and she woke me up at 4am by sneaking into my dorm room), but I’d probably drop the smackdown on Anya Kamenetz. Fortunately, Daniel Gross at Slate does a much better job, with less bloodshed.

(You think I’m overreacting, but stick through to the end of the article.)

(Update: I had no idea there were so many people who read the comments on Daniel Drezner’s blog. I’m glad that you all followed the link over here, and sorry if the brevity of my take disappointed you. I try not to make too many jokes about beating up women, because most people on the internet don’t know when you’re joking.

(So, while I’m not really ready to throw a stapler at Anya K.’s head, I have to admit that it was pretty funny that she technorati’d her way to this page, then offered “her side of the story” through her site.

(Now, despite the fact that Daniel Gross, in his e-mail response to AK’s complaints, goes on to denigrate my career choice (the “crappy trade publication” venue), I still think he’s coming out on top in this argument. Maybe this is due in part to the fact that, in my mid-30s, I’ve worked my way up within this crappy field to a nicely-paying job (one that occasionally leads to calls from Slate writers looking for industry trend information). I’ve had lucky breaks with my finances, but I also never lived outside my means and have yet to carry a balance on a credit card.

(Since my parents are immigrants and didn’t go to college, I don’t have a direct basis of comparison to decide if I had it tougher than they did. I do know that some of the kids who’ve worked in our company (graduating college after 1998) appear to be far more clueless and ‘entitled’ than my college and grad school buddies were.

(Anyway, what I’m saying is that Mr. Gross has a point about the need for patience.)