A letter to Bruce Springsteen regarding the Consumer Broadband and Digital Television Promotion Act

Bruce,

I’ve been a fan since 1975, since I spent the summer with nothing but Born to Run on my bedroom turntable. Thanks for all the incredible music over the years. I’ve also been glad that you’ve mostly stayed out of commenting on politics and letting your actions speak for themselves. Not being one to write adoring fan letters but to let my actions (purchasing recordings, concert tickets, sheet music, and so forth) similar speak. I believe, and I hope you agree, that with the introduction this week in the US Senate of the Consumer Broadband and Digital Television Promotion Act by Fritz Hollings a new issue has become significant enough to you and your fans that you will choose to use what influence is available to you to defeat this horrible legislation. I assume that I need not waste your time explaining why I call this horrible legislation and why I have chosen to finally write.

Personally, I will do what I can, writing to my senators and representatives, urging family and friends to do the same, and posting such sentiments to my own website. I’ve never seen you really just come out and, say, issue press releases condemning this or that but I am sure there are appropriate tools and channels for you to use if that is your desire. Your record company, for instance, has to be torn between its IP-generating music and film divisions and its consumer electronics/PC groups over how to proceed and your voice might help executives make the right choice. Similarly, I’m sure the elected officials from New Jersey would take your calls.

I hope your fans will triumph in the end on this issue. I hope you will see fit to add your efforts.

Thanks,

Bill Lazar

Oscar Picks from Vivian and Bill

Award Bill’s Picks Vivian’s Picks
Best Picture Lord of the Rings Lord of the Rings
Actor Tom Wilkinson Russell Crowe
Actress Halle Berry Halle Berry
Supporting Actor Ian McKellen Ian McKellen
Supporting Actress Jennifer Connelly Jennifer Connelly
Director Peter Jackson Ron Howard

Last night’s party: Happy birthday Michelle and Allen

This week saw the birthdays of two of our favorite chatters, Michelle (who really does have a pretty smile) and Allen (only he knows why he’s Griff), and there was a party last night. Didn’t get a picture of Allen but here’s one with Michelle. Beforehand, a few of us ate dinner at H’s Lordship at the Berkeley Marina and we took a few photos there too and here’s one of me and Vivian.

Michelle, Aaron, and Mark celebrating Bill and Vivian at H's Lordship

A gallery with these two and several other photos is online in Celebrating Michelle’s Birthday

Today’s movie: Blade II

Wesley’s back and bad as ever in Blade II (2002). Kristofferson’s back too as sidekick/mentor Whistler. This sequel is nastier, bloodier, and more violent than the original. Some of the imagery is so disturbing that I wouldn’t go to see this if you’re easily upset. On the other hand, the special effects folks have come up with some cool visuals for when the vampires die, burning them to cinders. The fight scenes are somewhat repetitive and heavily influenced by The Matrix. Luke Goss is nicely nasty as the head Reaper, Leonor Varela looks good in leather and Ron Perlman, who also played a beast in TV’s Beauty and the Beast, makes a surprising but good appearance as one of the vampires (he’ll also show up at the end of the year in Star Trek: Nemesis). Not recommended unless you’re a big Snipes fan or totally into these gorefests.

On being well-read

Phil points to the recently released list (by some NPR show) of the 100 best characters in fiction since 1900 and claims to have read 26%. My count comes up at 23 and I note that the score is only that high because some books (To Kill a Mockingbird, for example) have multiple characters on the list. Phil suggests the Random House list of the 100 Best Novels is more relevant since people generally read for the totality of a book and not just characters. I did much worse on the Random House Board’s list: 13 read, a couple not sure, and a few I started and couldn’t finish. Did much better on the RH Reader’s list with a score of 27. Of course, the reader’s list was apparently targeted by Ayn Rand followers and Scientologists with the top three and seven of the top 10 titlese having been authored by Rand and LR Hubbard. And I have read the three books not by these two in the top 10 (plus two of the Rand titles, when I was young).

I would point out that:

  • All three of these lists are generally confined to titles written in English plus a few that were popular with the literati when translated into English.

  • Much of my reading has been of science fiction and there was no SF on two of the lists.

  • I would like to see sworn affadavits that people who voted for the James Joyce and similar LitPop titles actually read them from cover to cover.
  • Responsibiity: If respected leaders like the Pope won’t take it, why should anyone else?

    Others have raged on about the pedophile priests, but to me these guys are much like any other group of people, weak and sometimes willing to act on temptations they see. Not that I think the priests should avoid punishment for their crimes, far from it, but what I find far more disturbing is the behavior of the so-called princes of the Church, Cardinals like Egan and Law, who directly covered up the disgusting actions of some priests in their dioces, and even more the Pope.

    John Paul II issued a 22 page statement today, one whole paragraph of which comments on the Pedophilia Scandals. Cardinal Dario Castrillon Hoyos, head of the Vatican Congregation for the Clergy, who presented the report and held a press conference said that “the church had not neglected priestly pedophilia.” Hoyos said sexual abuse was the product of modern culture, where sexual liberties had influenced priests too. Um, yeah, sure. Which covers the actions of the priests who committed these nasty, terrible acts. Notice, though, the report makes no mention of any wrongdoing by higherups in the Church. That’s why after decades of covering scandals by shuffling priests from parish to parish so they can molest more children, when there is no more chance of covering up the truth, throws a few bones to the public, a few dollars, and then no one else need answer for the scandal. Of course, I’m of Jewish heritage, what do I know, but I thought the Pope in this modern age would look to heal rather than throw dirt over such an issue.

    This morning’s dream: Mountain climbing and death

    [The following was as vivid to me as if I’d actually done it] I was climbing up cold, snow-covered mountain with three close friends, two men and a woman, none of whom I recognized. And I’ve never been mountain climbing, especially in winter weather, but thanks to the movies I knew what I was doing, and we must have been about two thousand feet up, maybe half way to the peak. Out of nowhere, wee saw another group of climbers a few hundred feet away. None of us knew there was another climbing party that day, seemed to be three young guys through binoculars, so we waved to them.

    Instead of waving back, the other group took out rifles and started shooting at us! My friends and I immediately started moving down, kind of sliding (it was a dream, okay?) and none of us were hit. The shooters started moving down too, same as us, occasionally sending lead our way, and angling closer towards us. We, of course, did not have guns or anything similar, and focused on getting down the mountain as fast as we could. All of a sudden, maybe 100 feet off the ground, the two of the three shooters hit an outcropping of some sort and lost their grip; they got pushed out into the air, essentially, and plunged to the ground. The third guy was able to stay on the mountainside but then, just before reaching the bottom, he slipped and broke his neck as he hit the ground. Somehow, all four of us made it down safely.

    We ran over to where our attackers had fallen and found them all dead. Without touching a thing, one of the guys ran for a phone to call the cops. When they showed up, we had another surprise. Keep in mind this is a small town in the middle of nowhere. The sheriff was the father of one of the three attackers, all three of the attackers were teenagers, and he was mighty pissed at us. I tried to explain to him what happeneed but he was so caught up in his grief he wouldn’t listen. The sheriff kept taking his gun out of the holster and putting it back, sometimes just opening the restraining strap and closing it. Finally one of his deputies came over and took the gun away from him quietly, friendly, with one arm around the sheriff’s shoulders, their two heads touching, whispering, and the sheriff didn’t object.

    Bad shit going down in Zimbabwe, is it too late?

    Not meaning to be facetious or facile with this post, just to put this in front of the few eyes that may not otherwise see it. Genocide Watch has declared a Politicide Watch as these seasoned outsiders see many, many deaths on the horizon. The Economist recaps the absurd farce of an election through which the aging despot Robert Mugabe held on to power, the “coup by ballot box” as the magazine termed it. AIDS is raging through this nation, even as Mugabe decimates its on most other strata. And on a personal level, I refer you to praetor_lex’s Clueless Comments post.

    Isn’t this precisely what the RIAA is complaining about?

    Two webloggers, Chris and Max, have unveiled Burn, Baby Burn!, “the first round of the Weblogger CD Swap!”. Their idea is to sign people up, each of whom is to pick out a set of summer-themed songs, burn those songs onto five CDs, and then send those CDs to other participants. In return, each will get a CD from five other participants with those people’s favorite summer songs. Amusing, entertaining, and precisely the kind of violation to which record companies point when they ask for legislation such as the DMCA and SSSCA. And from my perspective they are quite right to complain about this kind of swapping, since the participants are unlikely to use these CDs as samplers and then go out and buy the licensed works. No mention by either of the initiators of this little shenanigan of any intellectual property issues. And another reason not to participate: I’d likely end with five CDs worth of dreck like this compilation from Max’s site. [via garret, who should be wary of shaving his legs for any reason!]

    Tonight’s movie: Ice Age

    The latest digital animation extravaganza, Ice Age, is entertaining, funny, and surprisingly lightweight. Two complete misfits and a bad guy with a melted heart attempt to return a baby human boy to his father as winter falls, all the other animals are headed south before the ice age freezes them solid, and a pack of tigers plot to kill the boy. The animation is top-grade, as good as anything Pixar has done yet, there’s a great deal of originality (such as the ongoing antics of the Scrat and his acorn), and the voices are good, especially Dennis Leary and John Leguizamo. Still, in the end, I was left wanting something more. The scene where we learn about Manfred Mammoth’s parents’ death at the hands of humans was a good step in this direction but not enough. Recommended especially if you are going with kids.

    Fsck!

    Not even 8 a.m. yet and right outside my bedroom window, not 30 feet away, some assholes with a cherrypicker and powersaws start going at it to trim a huge old tree. Or take it down totally, who knows. But damn, what a crappy way to wake up, talk about hurting your head!

    Western Water Wars: Large or small, cities fighting to stay wet

    [Note: this is another creative writing exercise. And yes, this is a rewrite of this post]

    by Kim Chang

    special to the New York Times

    GROVELAND, CA, Tuesday, May 15, 2014–Henry Harris went three months without running water at his home this winter. He and his neighbors in a newly constructed set of townhomes in Burlingame, who had only moved in the previous August, had to rely on bi-weekly water trucks and rented storage tanks after a vigilante blew up their development’s connection to the city water main. The vigilante, a man named Wendell Krantz, was arrested a week after the incident; Krantz claimed that development where Harris lives is illegal and the homes are stealing water away from the legitimate residents of the city.

    Burlingame is a mainly residential town a few miles south of San Francisco, home to a generally upscale populace, a mixture of various nationalities and no particularly ethnic neighborhoods. For several decades the population was fairly stable and remainded between 25 and 28 thousand from 1960-2000. The count soared to over 37,000 by the 2010 Census, however, as developers in the latter part of the decade took advantage of court and legislative decisions to build lucrative housing units such as the Green Hills development where Henry Harris now lives. The decisions that led to this boom were not made by locals, for the most part, and many long-time residents were angry and frustrated by what they saw as outsiders ramming changes through in search of the Almighty Buck.

    Wendell Krantz didn’t pop out of nowhere with his water system bombing, though. He was well know to Burlingame City council, police, city workers, and other residents as one of the most vocal opponents of the new housing developments. Burlingame might have some under-utilized land, he would admit, but with San Francisco’ stranglehold on Hetch-Hetchy water there wasn’t enough to justify the permits. Krantz protested on every level after the first few thousand housing units were constructed in 2008 and 2009, he went to zoning board meetings, city council meetings, he organized residents to sue (delaying some construction for 18 months), and vowed too never give up. Finally reduced to writing letters to the editors of area newspapers and running a website detailing all to which he objected, in the last couple of years he was no longer taken seriously. Some, resigned to the new residents and the water restrictions that followed, began to see Krantz as a crank, an odd crackpot who refused to give up on a quest that all saw as over.

    Krantz never gave up though, and finally turned to the only means left in his eyes: violent disobedience. He didn’t try to hide his involvement so when the police showed up at his door he went peacefully and detectives found instructions for the bomb in his den and leftover makings in a closet. The last thing Krantz did when he realized the police were at his doorstep was publish a manifesto on his website.

    “When a man tries to live a simple life in this modern age,” Krantz wrote, “he has easy access to so much that one can imagine anything is possible. But that is an illusion, fed by the people with gold, who push our desires aside in their lust for more gold. When no matter where one drives in this fine city I have called home all my life and there is no stretch of green longer than a block, and few enough of those, housing (for I will not call them homes) jammed one against the next until the offices and stores begin, and finally we are told there is not enough water to go around, I say enough. Enough! I will not sit by idly watching the pretty but vacuous pictures. I have shown them my answer. Who else will follow?” Wendell Krantz killed himself in prison two days after his arrest.

    Water wars are part and parcel of Western history

    Burlingame is not the first city to be disrupted violently by struggles over the basic commodity of water. Early in the last century, real estate developers were making outrageous profits in developing Los Angeles until they were stymied by a lack of water. They found an answer, one that lay hundreds of miles north in California, at Mono Lake, and they paid off anyone who’s approval was needed or drove off with violence and threats those that stood in their way and would not take the bribes. The classic Jack Nicholson film Chinatown provides a barely fictionalized view of the struggle. Later in the century, the water fight pit state against state and several of the states against Mexico as arguments raged over who was entitled to how much of the Colorado River’s flow.

    Burlingame and many other cities in the Bay Area are dependent on the city of San Francisco and its Public Utilities Commission for their water supply. San Francisco manages a fragile system, patched in the last decade but still vulnerable as it carries water more than 160 miles west from the Sierra Nevada through a complex system of tunnels and pipelines, many of which lack critical back-up capabilities. Over 15 years ago, for almost five years, the other municipalities fought San Francisco for control of the waterworks but were never able to overcome that city’s political clout; Willie Brown, mayor at the time and former Speaker of the California Assembly, was able to outmaneuver his opponents on what he saw as a crucial resource.

    Krantz was not the first water protester to turn violent. There were several others who acted before him. Most notorious were the Silicon Valley Tea Party, a group of techno-terrorists who played havoc with the SFPUC’s computer systems for months in 2009 in response to the commission’s edict of rationing supplies to the South Bay. Much more serious damage would have been done by the group if one Party member hadn’t been traced through his personal website, leading to arrests and betrayals that brought the organization down.

    Small towns want water too

    The Hatfields versus McCoys type of feud went out of style with the dawn of the 20th century or so we all thought. Local conflict is making a comeback, colorful if you don’t live there, as we wend our way through the early part of the 21st. Last week, right here in Groveland the Acorn Block Association was hit with a denial of service attack that took down their security net and opened them up to a physical assualt in which their network server vault was firebombed.

    Sheriff Winters has no suspects at this time, officially, and her investigation is ongoing. But with our reporting ears to the ground, though, we hear this may be the work of neighboring Chinese Camp Block Association. Certain elements of the CCBA are up in arms over Acorn plans to divert a stream that currently meanders downhill from Groveland to Chinese Camp and this week’s events were a pointed “Do not go there.” No representative from either group was willing to speak on the attacks although one member of the CCBA did shout at us as we were leaving “Just tell them over in Nut Street that a certain bit of water better keep coming downhill if they know what’s good for them.” Nut Street is the not so affectionate term used by the CCBA for the Acorn’s location.

    Details of the denial of service attack are rather sparse although the Acorn security net was offline for about 15 minutes and the network server vault was firebombed less than two minutes into that time. Acorn techs were able to get their backup servers online at the end of that time but expect that replacing and restoring the original vault will take several more days to complete. “In the meanwhile,” said Acorn president Tim Byron, “are people are spending most of their off-work hours monitoring everything to prevent another attack before we’re ready.” He declined to speculate on the source of the attack.

    Sheriff Winters is quite concerned about the situation. “This is quite an escalation of conflict, at least for our sleepy little county. I know neighborhood groups in the Bay Area have been fighting for a couple of years now and there have even been a few unintended deaths there, but this is 100 plus miles away and we just don’t expect folks to do things this way. I just hope it isn’t the start of something worse.”

    Mr. Cranky tells it like it is

    Steven really lets it loose in his essay It ain’t my fault. “Africa is fucked…Asia is fucked…Europe is probably fucked, too. [South America]’s still fucked.” He goes on to explain that everyone blames him (that is, Americans) for things they either did or did not do, either recently or some distant time in the past. But is America truly worthy of the blame, or are others using us as a scapegoat, a convenient target? “I find myself despairing, sometimes. It gets to be too much for me. Sometimes I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs, Why don’t all you people solve your OWN fucking problems for a change?” Right on, Captain.

    Groveland rocked by terror

    [Note: this is a creative writing exercise, hopefully the first of many.]

    (UPI, Groveland, CA, 15 May 2014) The Hatfields versus McCoys type of feud went out of style with the 20th century or so we all thought. Local conflict is making a comeback, though, as we wend our way through the early part of the 21st. Last week, right here in Groveland the Acorn Block Association was hit with a denial of service attack that took down their security net and opened them up to a physical assualt in which their network server vault was firebombed.

    Sheriff Winters has no suspects at this time, officially, and her investigation is ongoing. But with our reporting ears to the ground, though, we hear this may be the work of neighboring Chinese Camp Block Association. Certain elements of the CCBA are up in arms over Acorn plans to divert a stream that currently meanders downhill from Groveland to Chinese Camp and this week’s events were a pointed “Do not go there.” No representative from either group was willing to speak on the attacks although one member of the CCBA did shout at us as we were leaving “Just tell them over in Nut Street that a certain bit of water better keep coming downhill if they know what’s good for them.” Nut Street is the not so affectionate term used by the CCBA for the Acorn’s location.

    Details of the denial of service attack are rather sparse although the Acorn security net was offline for about 15 minutes and the network server vault was firebombed less than two minutes into that time. Acorn techs were able to get their backup servers online at the end of that time but expect that replacing and restoring the original vault will take several more days to complete. “In the meanwhile,” said Acorn president Tim Byron, “are people are spending most of their off-work hours monitoring everything to prevent another attack before we’re ready.” He declined to speculate on the source of the attack.

    Sheriff Winters is quite concerned about the situation. “This is quite an escalation of conflict, at least for our sleepy little county. I know neighborhood groups in the Bay Area have been fighting for a couple of years now and there have even been a few unintended deaths there, but this is 100 plus miles away and we just don’t expect folks to do things this way. I just hope it isn’t the start of something worse.”

    Today’s movie: Moonraker

    Roger Moore plays Bond for the fourth time (out of seven) in 1979’s amiable, enjoyable Moonraker. 007 faces off against megalomaniac (aren’t they all?) aerospace industrialist Hugo Drax in a French estate transplanted into desert California, Venice, Rio de Janiero, and finally outer space. Drax aims to eradicate the vast masses of humanity, save for an elite, beautiful set of mostly white people he takes aboard his secret space station, who with their perfect children will repopulate an Earth ruled by a Drax dynasty. Moore is a suave, sophisticated hero, with luscious women falling into his arms in bare moments, though none really challenges him, not even the moderately attractive Lois Chiles as CIA agent/astronaut Dr. Holly Goodhead. Michael Lonsdale essays a strong, unconsciously arrogant Drax and Richard Kiel once again taunts Bond as Jaws (and yes, this is the movie in which Jaws falls in love with the petite, breastful Dolly).

    More reasons why this is a good Bond: Lewis Gilbert directs for the third time, John Glen edits for the third time (and then steps up to direct the next five Bonds), and Christopher Wood does his second turn writing. Corinne Clery is luscious and too soon dead as Drax’s helicopter pilot. Q’s wrist nerve gun. Jaws turns good for his woman. Bond in Outer Space! Recommended

    Yesterday’s recipe: Veal Parmaggiana with Prosciutto and Garlic Tomato Gravy

    A little dinner party with Vivian and another couple, so a trip was made to the local German butcher and a fresh produce market. The following was served with a simple green salad and spaghetti and followed by a delicious baked New York Cheesecake topped with fresh strawberries placed atop a mix of chocolate and strawberry syrup. You will need a large skillet, a medium to large stock pot, and a large baking dish for the recipe:

    Ingredients

    • 4 veal cutlets, pounded thin

    • 4 think slices of prosciotto

    • 9 cloves of garlic, 4 crushed, 5 left whole

    • 2 tbsp of cilantro

    • 2 tbsp of oregano

    • 32 oz of tomatos, chopped, seeded and peeled (canned is fine)

    • 8 oz of tomato paste

    • 8 oz fresh grated Romano cheese

    • 4 oz fresh grated parmaggiano cheese

    • 1 egg

    • 8 oz of seasoned breadcrumbs

    • 12 oz of fresh mushrooms, sliced

    • 2 large onions, 1 yellow, 1 white, sliced thin

    • salt, pepper, and olive oil

    Preparation

    • Lightly whip the egg in a bowl, then for each piece of veal, thoroughly dip in egg wash and coat with breadcrumbs

    • Brown veal in a hot skillet with extra virgin olive oil, about three minutes on each side, until golden brown; set veal aside

    • In a large pot, add some canola or good vegetable oil over a medium low heat

    • Add onions, stir to coat with oil, add a little salt and pepper, stir periodically until onions are completely soft and have begun to carmelize, about 25 minutes

    • Add garlic and stir

    • Add tomato and tomato paste, stir in thoroughly

    • Add cilantro and oregano, fold in, simmer for five minutes

    • Add mushrooms, fold in, more salt and pepper, simmer for five minutes

    • Change flame under pot to about the lowest setting, simmer for 30 minutes to reduce and thicken

    • Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees

    • Cover bottom of baking dish with tomato gravy

    • Lay veal cutlets over gravy

    • Sprinkle remainder of fresh herbs over veal

    • Cover each piece of veal with a piece of prosciutto

    • Thoroughly cover each piece with cheese (mix the Romano and Parmaggiano together)

    • Cover the veal with remainder of tomato gravy

    • Bake for 15 minutes and serve