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Safari for windows!

OK, i’m a geek, i admit it. But yeah, apple finally released safari for windows. Only took them four years.

But brandon, you ask, why do you care? After all, you run firefox on linux. Well, yeah. And i do that because of the community(ies, really) and the fact that these companies exist primarily as promotions of social good. Heck, firefox even has a manifesto. (Thorough explanation here) And remember i said something about community? The web is their community: everyone, and that means you, can contribute to the conversation surrounding what their manifesto should be. Take that Mr. Marx.

So why even talk about safari? Apple is, after all, a radically closed organization. That’s why their products are so expensive, why they work so well, and why they have a less than 6% market share. In america; never mind the rest of the world. And they seem to be wholely driven by His Steveness’ drive for beauty and total world domination. Allow me to illustrate with pictures from the recent WWDC unveiling of safari.
This is the world right now:

And this is what the world will look like in two months, after safari gets a fair chance to in the fight:

What do you notice? Is it the fact that Ie is pretty much unchanged? How about the complete dissappearance of Firefox and “Other”? (Which, i assume, includes the wonderful flock and opera browsers.) Is this the future that Steve would have, one without choice? Last time that happened we got five years of Ie6. How innovative do you think the web will continue to be if there is a duopoly instead of a monopoly? Will it be any different at all?

Steve’s charisma is well documented. But at this years WWDC, with the introduction of safari to windows, he plunged himself into the harsh light of the windowed world. First off, he claimed that safari for windows is faster than IE7 (not hard), Firefox (unlikely), and Opera (Even more unlikely). Well, just like the rest of the world, Wired said “Wuh?” and went out and tested the three big ones (Opera has a less than 1% marketshare in any market) in a couple google applications. (Which are all very heavy in the html and javascript departments.) Their results? Well, they didn’t match apple’s. They also weren’t very comprehensive; pretty much all that they really say is don’t trust apple’s benchmarks blindly, your results may vary, etc. etc. But you already knew not to trust the vendor’s statistics, right?

People have also always thought of safari as one of the most secure options in existence. Well, a large part of that comes from the fact that it has always run exclusively on OSX. But, well, now it’s on windows. Guess how long it took to find a remote code execution exploit? That’s a browser weakness that means that someone can run any command on your computer if you even just visit their website. No downloads, no nothing, just all of a sudden “hey why is my computer not booting and someone’s charging stuff to my credit card in lithuania?” Go on, guess how long it took. Less than two hours.

And, last but not least, let’s talk about features. The new safari is going to come with a few fairly cool features. (Items 7-11 on the left. Just, ignore number 12 :-) And heck, some of them might even be enough to convince you to switch. Or, if they’re not quite cool enough to make you willing to ignore the massive security vulnerabities so far discovered (yes, there are more) they are maybe cool enough for you to say  “Hey that would be neat if i had that.” Well, don’t worry, firefox has got you covered. Lifehacker’s got you covered with a round-up of extensions that provide features that are equivalent to those provided by safari. One could (but wouldn’t) say that apple was inspired by one of the browsers it seems to want to crush? And don’t forget that there are over 2,500 add-ons available at AMO, to make your firefox behave exactly like you want it to, not exactly the way His Steveness wants it to. Although, if you wanted to, you could.

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Ethics, Abortion, and Real Life (preaching to the choir?)

Reading pharyngula, i came across this essay relating a doctors personal reasons for providing abortions. A quote, the same one as PZ uses because it’s the best:

“By 1967 I was a third year medical student, still with no visible means of support, and we were pregnant with our third child. It was the spring of that year and I was ending my rotation in the Ob-Gyn Service clinic. I was assigned a 40 plus year old, poverty stricken mother of several children. I think she was unmarried but I am not sure of that now. This care worn mother-of-several had a large abdominal mass that I rapidly determined to be a well advanced pregnancy. I asked my resident to come and break the news to this woman; it was very obvious to me that she was not going to be happy about the news of another pregnancy. When told that she – already unable to adequately feed and clothe her family – was again pregnant, she looked up at me and the resident. There we stood, two white males, well clothed, well feed young men with superior educations. We were, in her eyes, stunningly blessed and obviously going places in the world. She began to weep silently. She must have assumed, for good reason, that there was no way that we would understand her problems; she knew also that there was nothing that we could or would do to relieve her lacerating misery.”

“Oh God, doctor,” she said quietly, “I was hoping it was cancer.”

The whole thing is worth reading. Abortion is not an easy moral decision, but that doesn’t mean that it should be taken out of the hands of the people whose lives it affects.

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Seriously? Am i seriously posting about a penguin?

Yeah.

In case you don’t know, and since my last post was about linux, the ‘official,’ or at least as official as it gets, Linux mascot/logo is Tux, the penguin. Here is a page that provides a brief history of the guy, including the letter to the mailing list where Linus (pronounced leenus, i think) first suggested that a penguin be the mascot. It’s pretty funny, especially considering it’s written by the guy who basically wrote linux.

oh, and tux has his own gospel.

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OSS going mainstream

Dell has, per their announcement last month, started selling computers with Ubuntu Linux preinstalled. Check it out. It’s a big day for open-source. (or was, this happened late last week.)

On the other hand, the computers aren’t as cheap as i would expect them to be without the microsoft tax. They are all cheaper than their closest windows equivalents, but they’re also missing hardware that would make them the equivalent machine, actually making them cost essentially the same. On the other other hand, ubuntu will actually run really well with what it comes with, whereas vista will (from what i’ve heard) chug with the default config it comes on.

And i’m torn about the fact that the PCs aren’t even close to advertised. It’s better than it was when they first came out (3 days ago) when they didn’t even come up in searches for Linux or Ubuntu, now you can find them by searching or on the main site by expanding the desktops or the laptops menu and clicking open-source PCs.

My experience with ubuntu, while not without its setbacks, has been fantastic. It has become my primary OS for several reasons, and i actually dread going back to windows. If i had installed it on hardware it was actually designed for i wouldn’t have run into any of the setbacks that i did. So far, also, i have been able to fix everything that i have set my mind to, unlike in windows or OSX you never reach the point where it is impossible to fix something because the OS just doesn’t want to let you. On the other hand, fixing stuff gets technical very quickly. I was in the command-line terminal within maybe 1 hour of installation, and i would guess that i’ve already logged about 15 hours there. I think it probably took me ten years to spend that much time in the windows equivalent.

That said (i.e. therefore) i can understand Dell not wanting to promote it further. The kinds of people who should buy those computers probably already know that they’re available, and, frankly, the hardware problems that are so common in linux mean that i don’t think that ubuntu (the only linux distro i’ve tried) is ready for the mainstream. Everything else, from installing programs to browsing the ‘nets to making your desktop look totally freakin’ sweet is easier and pretty much better than it is in windows. Plus, most everything is free in both senses.

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Rhymes with “canoe”

GNU (pronounced with a hard G) is the little operating system that could, eventually turning into Linux. I think. Anyway, richard stallman would have everyone refer to the latter as GNU/Linux, an obviously unfeasable proposition.

GNU is an acronym for “GNU’s Not Unix,” it’s what’s known as a recursive acronym because as you can tell, the acronym is part of the name. So GNU can actually be further expanded to “GNU’s Not Unix Not Unix” and further “GNU’s Not Unix Not Unix Not Unix.” Eventually it starts to sound like a child whining.

Which, if you’ve ever read much about the Free Software Foundation, seems appropriate.

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Bright and Dreary (good morning)

Last night i met a girl at a concert. A pretty good concert, and a really pretty girl. She was maybe a little too thin, but long, straight, black, hair that framed exactly the type of face i like surrounded by raven hair. her eyes were maybe a little too vacant for comfort, but they really seemed to fit in that face, with that hair, with those spindly arms and legs and that gorgeous white dress. And she didn’t talk much, and surprisingly i didn’t talk much, and the weirdest thing was that she wasn’t wearing any shoes. I don’t know what she was doing at the troubadour without any shoes. We spoke a little, but mostly we just enjoyed frivolous pleasures brought by frivolous music. Then we left together, merging with the line that seemed too long and thin, why weren’t the people crowding together to get out those doors? It didn’t matter, i was filled with the kind of melancholy joy that i only experience when in the presence of someone in obviously great pain. My usual torpor was lifted in the presence of this graceful girl in the white dress with the black hair and almond eyes.

I hadn’t noticed, but we had left the troubadour and were walking down a street filled with white buildings and black lamp-posts that shed no light. The general atmosphere was that of ruined buildings raging with fire. But their facades were intact and flawless white and there was not even a hint of orange in the grey light. Another girl was walking with us now, but forgive me if i don’t remember what she was wearing, all i can remember about her is that she was dead silent and dressed exactly the same as my beautiful girl, but with red hair and a face so forgettable as to not even really be there. I felt like i needed to protect my girl from this new creature, that there was some horrible danger in her silent presence. I followed my girl into a two-storied building and saw that the walls were drywall and iron, that the drywall was paintless and rusted, that the iron was buckling under the weight of the mildew that had consumed its strength. My girl was scared. The glide with which she had been moving was now stilted and hesitant, and her dress was sticking to her, weighed down with hundreds of tiny drops of sweat. The naked creature with red hair and no face and almond eyes was closer to us now but my girl still did not notice that she was there. We clambered up the steps in the back as they splintered and tore her feet and pierced her calves and there was bone showing and she left a trail of blood, but other than the slight hesitation and her increasingly stilted gait she was not affected. Even the tears in my eyes did not affect her, despite our gaze being locked since we first met at the bar in the troubadour. At the top of the stairs it became apparent that we were on the second level of the building, after how many hours of climbing and pain i don’t know. On a balcony, and we could see everything. The whole block. There was the troubadour behind us, a lonely spot of brown in a monochrome landscape. But we were above everything as well as being in its midst, we could see into all of the buildings, could see the fire eating them from within. Could see the mildew pulsing with a hungry life, cringing away from the fire even as it spewed black water and made the fire dance. Could see the rust spreading with the quiet confidence of entropy. I took all this in while my girl was pushing through the iron railing, jumping onto what must once have been the base of a giant statue, and leaping ten feet to the next balcony. And i noticed the fountain at the end of the block, knew that was our final destination, and knew that the blue thing with red hair would never let us reach it, that the closer we got to the fountain the closer it would get to us, that the two distances were linked, and that just as our only hope was to reach the fountain, our only goal must be to avoid the girl with red hair at all costs. So i followed my girl, bringing our bane closer with every step i took. The fires were growing and the insides of the buildings were crumbling but their facades were untouched. If i had had the courage to go to the street i would not have known the destruction occurring in these crumbling rooms and corridors. But I was fighting for every step, and though my lungs were full of ash and my eyes were not even open i knew that this was the only path i could take. I walked towards my girl’s eyes, always trying to stay between her and the other one, my thoughts grew weak and aimless and all that was left was the feeling that there was warmth in those burdened eyes and i had to protect it from the frost that was creeping closer with every step i took.

And then there were no more walls in front of me, there was no ash and no fire and no mildew trying to breed in my lungs, there were just the steps leading down to the fountain. A ring hundreds of feet wide, with another, slightly smaller and lower one inside of it, and another, steps leading downwards into a pit with crystal blue water in the center. I was behind my girl, nearly touching her, and the frost had pealed the skin off my back, and my muscles were not listening to me any more, just following the call of her eyes, and i could feel my exposed ribs being stroked by the cold air. I was too scared to turn around so i just followed my girl on her bloody stumps, with her halting grace that had never slowed, not when every fiber was torn from her naked feet, not when her bones were crushed by breathing mildew, not when her face and arms were torn by rust, not when her skin and blood was blackened by fire. All that i could do was try and protect her from the cold as we approached the fountain at the bottom of the world. I got closer as the cold burnt away the last of the skin on my face and froze my eyes and started to make her shiver. And she glided and i hugged her and my world was her black eyes as the steps started to crack from the cold, and my hug cracked her poor skin but at least it was warm, my heart was still beating and its fire was enough to keep her going as her eyes were enough for me. And then we were at the fountain, and we stained it red with our blood when we fell into it laughing, while the world exploded in the most painful sunrise.

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Allegory of the myspace

This is an analysis of modern entertainment culture in terms of Plato’s allegory of the cave, and it owes a lot to a conversation i had with lily. As such, it will probably make more sense if you have read the allegory. (you’ll have to scroll down about 5 paragraphs to get to it. If you’re not familiar with it i highly recommend reading it just because it’s possibly the best and most important thing ever written about the relation between knowledge and freedom. And also it’s pretty short, shorter than the essay below)

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Plato creates, in “The Allegory of the Cave,” a story which illustrates the difficulties inherent in breaking free of a life where one has been chained to an idea of reality, and also to show the comparative richness and shallowness of the free and chained life, respectively. The allegory continuously uses light as a metaphor, with the captives initially looking at and judging shadows contrasting against the freed prisoners looking directly at the sun; the gradient of awareness which the allegory explicates applies as well to life today as it did 2500 years ago, but the shadows have grown larger, as have the fires which they silhouette. The chains have grown as well, from the simple ignorance of Plato’s time into a manufactured culture of images, one in which the participants who are most deeply entrenched cannot recognize more complexity than a caricature. This is the culture that has been growing in  the first world since the early 1950′s, and which has today created “the myspace generation,” an entire generation who have become so good at recognizing and analyzing shallow images, so good at caricaturizing themselves and the objects of their affection, that the shadows projected into the world via myspace have taken on a life almost as meaningful as the experience of the so-called “real world.” The ascent from the cave is just as applicable to the ascent from a life of consumption to a life of production in today’s society as it was to an ascent to a life of thought in Plato’s day. Mindless entertainment has been the norm for all of my generation’s life; dragging any person away from submergence in that culture is just as difficult, and is met with just as much resistance, as the journey out of the cave. But just as the shadows have grown deeper, the chains stronger, and the ascent steeper, so has the sun grown brighter, and the world more rich in color. If only we could tear ourselves away from the internet which is no longer primarily used as disseminator of information.

We live in a world with an overabundance of things to know and experience, there is, however, very little incentive to go out and learn; we are continuously shown enough that the superficial kinds of knowledge which permeate our culture can – through a process of aggregation which leads to a sort of mental obfuscation – seem like a body of worthwhile knowledge which one can derive benefits by actively thinking about. The content of entertainment culture is meaningless outside of itself, but it because it is the core culture which we are exposed to it has taken on a much more significant role than it warrants. We have been, from a very young age, taught and indoctrinated with the information of entertainment culture and the tenets of entertainment consumption. We want to be entertained, we know that others want to be entertained: we don’t care about things that don’t entertain us, we want to entertain others so that they will care about us. Enlightenment in this culture is a matter of how much you fit into the world of chains and shadows. Appearing different, whether through lack of knowledge about the shadows or lack of grace in wearing the chains, is a sign of ignorance, and due to the conflation of even somewhat related concepts that occurs when every complex idea is caricaturized the ignorance is interpreted as stupidity, as the opposite of enlightenment.

Our assimilation into this culture is so complete that by the time we are old enough to craft a personality for ourselves – to think – we want to be shadows. Just as the puppets in Plato’s allegory create a shadow reality for the captives, the images on the TV screen and the internet define the reality that we inhabit. Since our reality consists primarily of shadows of constructs, and to a lesser extent on shadows of people, we want to fit in by becoming shadows ourselves, we strive to become caricatures of ourselves. We think that people are their shadows, we do not realize that people are themselves, we do not even recognize ourselves as anything but shadows. In fact, we do not want to recognize ourselves as anything but shadows:  if reality is all shadow and shadow play, everything which is not shadowed by culture is unreal. Thus, by suffusing our sight with a manufactured iconography the entertainment culture has manufactured participants in its own image, and dedicated to its proliferation.

A person with the ontology described above will be as unlikely to search for enlightenment outside of culture as a person raised in Plato’s allegorical cave to search for enlightenment in the world outside. It is not merely the mannerisms or casual likes and dislikes of a person, but rather it is the soul – not the religious, spiritual soul, but rather the soul as Plato and other more modern philosophers conceive of it as the essence of one’s being – that becomes enmeshed in society and that is shaped by it. The more entwined one is with her culture, the more that she views herself and the world in terms of it, so she is exceedingly unlikely to remove herself from her entanglement voluntarily and will probably resist every attempt to take her from it with utmost force. The journey upward will, however, hold even more surprises and benefits for a modern human than could even have been imagined in ancient Greece.

Forcing someone away from the screen is the first step, and just as difficult if not more so than all of the other steps which follow. People love their screens; having a television, and probably a computer, is one of the requirements for living in modern America, and the more thoroughly enmeshed in entertainment culture that one is the more inconceivable it is to live without it. An oft repeated story from my life serves to demonstrate that it is not just that the thought of it is painful: I do not have a television in my house, and generally speaking when people find out about this they are flabbergasted. Sometimes they assume that I do not have the money to buy one and pity me, sometimes they just pity me, but in general the immediate response is:  “how do you watch TV?” Those exact words have been aimed at me almost as regularly as “how tall are you?” Modern life is inextricably bound up with television, at least in the minds of the participants of television culture. The screen is the new god of culture, it is the source and goal of life and in many cases – whether directly or indirectly – of livelihood. Growing up with TV as the focus of life means that people do not any more know how to live without it than they know how to sew a field, or harvest a crop, or tell the difference between poison ivy and more benign forms. This is to be expected: if one grows up without needing a skill, then that skill will not be developed.

The screen fills the mind with images and colors where there would otherwise be thought or learning. The screen fills the time with entertainment where one would otherwise be forced to create or do. The screen fills the body with lethargy where otherwise there would be vitality and desire. The screen fills the soul with a deadness that it does not even know is there.

The first reaction to actually losing the screen is a need for some new sort of distraction, anything to fill the void that has not yet been filled with thought, creation, vitality, and life. Losing the source of distraction from the harsh beauty of reality means that the prisoner, with nowhere else to direct her gaze, is forced to look at herself – at reality – for the first time. Forcefully freed of her bondage, she is shocked, she is upset, and in some considerable amount of pain. There is at first a need to understand her own existence. She has been in chains her whole life, she does not know how to walk, and she will need to be dragged up the steep ascent, gaining new depth of understanding as she goes, with new pains and pleasures for each stage.

The first thing she will see as she is being dragged up out of the cave is the fire which is the source of her former distractions. In this new analogy the fires can easily represent the underlying structures of society: the corporations, the government, philanthropic and narcissistic organizations. These are all things lying just underneath the surface of society but which are for the most part ignored and unknown; their inner workings a mystery and their outer workings hidden in the umbra of entertainment culture. Becoming aware of oneself means becoming aware of these organizations because of how much of them is in everybody; as the old adage has it “you are what you consume.”

Once she ascends into the light of the sun the pain will be continue, with more details apparent. In this case the metaphor expands its applicability by orders of magnitude. Being exposed to the entire world at once, and for the first time, is exactly what happens when someone lives for the first time without a screen in front of their face. Generally, though, it illustrates a deepening of understanding, something that is the hallmark of good learning. At first, she will see the reflections of true things, this could be thought of as her coming into contact with vague ideas and concepts related to the operation of the social, or physical, or metaphysical, universe. She could, perhaps, start reading books that have something to say, and start thinking about the concepts that they touch upon; or maybe she starts walking in the park and realizes that she cares about the birds and trees and their connection to one another and to the world. The precise thoughts that she touches upon are not important, what is important is that she will certainly, with time to think, start thinking. Which leads to her apprehending – in the language of the allegory – the objects themselves. This is the stage where direct and real knowledge is desired and sought after, in which she starts actively learning instead of through a process of osmosis. This could be through any of the branches of knowledge, if she grows interested in books she may start studying literature, or criticism, or philosophy. If she grows interested in the birds and the trees perhaps something more scientific, something like biology or ecology. No matter what though, without a distraction to prevent her from learning she will certainly do it. And then, as she progresses down the path of knowledge she will gain more and more awareness of the ways in which every branch of knowledge is intimately related to every other. She will start to see knowledge as the moon and stars, points of light occupying the same plane. And the more clearly she sees them, the more beautiful they will be and the more she will learn about them all and the more bright they will become, and the webs connecting them will grow wider and brighter. Eventually a dawn will come and she will see with clarity the world around her and the sky above, filled with the sun. And the light from the sun will illuminate all of the shadows, the gaps in her wisdom.

The woman who has made this journey will see how full the world is, and how much there is to know and reason about. She will know that her peers still locked in the cave do not even know what they are missing, and she will want to help them. But to try and help them is to reach the final barrier, and the final source of pain, and of course, the source of the greatest possible reward. To help them she must learn to deal with people not as caricatures, but as full and self-willed entities. Unfortunately, nobody in the cave wants to be thought of that way, nor do they want to think of themselves that way. If she returns to the dimness with no consideration for all of her old culture-games she will be ridiculed and out of place. They will be seen for the shadow play that they, the prizes bequeathed for success will be seen as ridiculous, and she will not want to re-learn the old culture that she left so long ago. But her new-found wisdom will have also developed her conscience, which will not let her be, and she will try to help them. And, if she does not practice the old mores and grow skilled in them, she will be seen as a fiend, ostracized, and killed. This fate is almost as likely today as it was for Socrates, since the entertained person, never having had any reason to seek enlightenment, is just as ignorant of the nature of the world around them as the Athenians who sentenced him to death.

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forgive me father for i have sinned

It has been months since my last confession. I went to your church last night, but you were not there. It was loud and empty and i thought that if i shouted you would hear me so i yelled as loud as i could.
But you were not there.

I’ve never been good at hiding, and i have never learned how to seek. The screams and the flagelations served only to keep you away, i think. I could use a confession, and i just don’t think that this is the medium for it.

q.

p.s. if you could, would you please ask god to help kris become famous? it would really mean a lot.

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You say “I don’t know how to live”

the only certainty

is that everything ends.

this is as good as it is bad.

and so: a drawing of an island, and a drawing of a lake (in that order).

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Experts needed (paid by commission)

We need to establish a betting pool website for when the next al-qaida attack is going to be, we will need intelligence analysts, website designers, and somebody who has some idea how people make money by running a betting pool.

Personally, my bet is October 2007: close enough to election 2008 that people won’t have time to actually think through their response to the horrible, horrible terror, but far enough in advance of the election that the constitution can be re-amended to allow bush to remain in office another 12 years to continue the war on terror.

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