Showing posts with label praxis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label praxis. Show all posts

20200330

Before you leave template

mom's pop used this. now mom does. not sure where it is from. posting here to make available to parties expressing interest in/frustration with related planning/documentation while sheltering in place:

BEFORE YOU LEAVE’ (BLANK)

PT. I: FINANCIAL/HEALTH ARRANGEMENTS


LIFE INSURANCE:




WILL:
LOCATION:
DATE:
EXECUTOR/TRUSTEE:
LAWYER’S NAME AND PHONE #:




LIVING WILL?




DURABLE POWER OF ATTORNEY FOR HEALTH CARE
(HEALTH CARE PROXY/APP’NTM’T OF A HEALTH CARE AGENT)?




LIVING TRUSTS?




WISHES ON ORGAN DONATION:




OTHER?





BEFORE YOU LEAVE’

PT. II: FUNERAL DETAILS


CEMETERY:


PLOT:


CASKET:


BURIAL VAULT:


GRAVE MARKER:


FUNERAL HOME:


KIND OF SERVICE:


EMBALMING:


PREPAID FUNERAL PACKAGE:


FLOWERS, MUSIC, RELIGIOUS READINGS:


PRE-WRITTEN OBITUARY:


OTHER:







BEFORE YOU LEAVE’

PT. III: PERSONAL AFFAIRS


INSURANCE POLICIES
AGENT’S NAMES, PHONE #’S

MILITARY SERVICE INFO

BANK ACCOUNTS:
CHECKING
SAVINGS
LOCATION OF PASSBOOKS
ACCT. #’S & LOCATIONS

STOCKS & BONDS (LIST OF SERIAL #’S)

CREDIT UNION ACCOUNTS

MUTUAL FUNDS

CREDIT CARD COMPANIES
#’S, BALANCES

BROKERS
(ACCOUNT #’S., BALANCE, PURPOSE OF $)

MORTGAGES

CAR LOANS

OTHER REGULAR PAYMENTS
LOCATION OF COUPON BOOKS
LOCATION OF PAST STATEMENTS

BILLS (TAXES, UTILITIES, DUES, ETC.)

PEOPLE WHO OWE $







NOTIFY OF DEATH’ LIST:
PRIEST/MINISTER
RELATIVES (NAMES, PHONE #’S.)
INSURANCE AGENTS
BROKER
ACCOUNTANT
ATTORNEY
FRATERNAL ORGS.
CLUBS
BUSINESS ASSOCS.
CLOSE FRIENDS
SOCIAL SEC. ADMIN.
IF VET, CALL NATIONAL CEMETERY SYSTEM OF THE DEP’T. OF VETERANS’ AFFAIRS TO GET A COPY OF BURIAL BENEFITS AVAILABLE FOR HONORABLY DISCHARGED VETS.
OTHER

LOCATION OF:
CEMETERY PLOT DEED
TAX RECORDS
SAFE-DEPOSIT BOX #, ADDRESS, & KEY
SOC. SEC. # & CARD
HOUSE DEED
CAR TITLE
BIRTH CERT.
MARR. CERT.
MILITARY RECORDS
PENSION RECORDS
LIFE, HEALTH INS. POLICIES
UNPAID BILLS
RECEIPTS
WARRANTIES
CANCELLED CHECKS
CREDIT CARDS NOT IN WALLET
CAR TITLE
CAR REGISTRATION
OTHER VALUABLE ITEMS

OTHER USEFUL INFO:


20200322

useful graphs & trackers

https://covid-19.direct/US
-- pretty good county level data

https://ncov2019.live/data

https://www.arcgis.com/apps/opsdashboard/index.html#/bda7594740fd40299423467b48e9ecf6
-- the Johns Hopkins CSSE tracker

https://coronavirusgraphs.com/?c=da&y=log&t=line&f=0&ct=&co=2,89,116,215

https://covid-19.splunkforgood.com/coronavirus__covid_19_

https://coronavirus.1point3acres.com/en
-- so granular, so much information!

https://www.unacast.com/covid19/social-distancing-scoreboard

wobbly loops

that mask i was prompted to search for in the basement and found (over in the truthiness thread, yesterday) will be en route to an acquaintance-chained emergency room doctor in kissimmee, florida, via usps tomorrow, if all goes well at the post office. serendipitously, i also happened to have a large-enough bubble-mailer and $4 in odd old stamps available.

check-in-wise, just to update a tale left mid-stride last episode, whereas yesterday little oomph went from freaking out and losing balance when they noticed i wasn't holding them anymore to excitingly riding alone for up to thirty seconds, today little oomph worked up to being able to ride indefinitely, in big wobbly loops, and even to steer a bit. the starting and stopping still leaves a bit to be desired; there were some falls, some bouts of tears, a multiparty collision with some soccer-playing boys (who, after, were very, adorably, concerned that little oomph was ok), their ball, little oomph and myself, running alongside. there were some moments of terror and some crying, but little oomph was game. the child's mother was there for much of the time, took some videos, did some running, voiced some praise before heading to the grocery store. eventually i commented that at this rate i'd have to switch over to a zone-defense. what's that? i'll have to tell you next time we rest, i panted. so i got to be jock dad explaining a sports metaphor -- not my usual lane! not sure i did a great job, little oomph not knowing very much about the gameplay of the several sports i referred to, or what offense and defense are, as far as i can tell. i guess little oomph humored me, pretending (?) to follow my breathless dadsplaining. and, after some time, i did get to stand mostly still, toward the center of the big wobbly loops, only occasionally sprinting to intervene when it looked like little oomph might ride straight into a fence or wall or another child, and mostly not having to. even grew calm enough to hoist the phone and shoot some video, myself.

i'm quite proud of little oomph & very happy with the rapid accomplishment. and exhausted and quite debilitated with allergies from running so long and breathing so hard in the chill breeze on this perfect, pollen-filled spring day. also: i didn't have a heart attack and am probably far enough past flu (and subsequent cold and acute allergies) to be increasingly confident it has probably not been sars-2 coronavirus.


take care of yourselves; care for others; keep eviscerating the bullshit while bringing the humor, hope, humanity and sense.

20200321

family matters

finally convinced, on the one hand mom & pop, and on the other hand, little oomph & mother, to stop visiting each other. kinda heartbreaking, but hopefully not as heartbreaking as otherwise it could be. i think what moved mom -- apart from her new habit of hatewatching the president's autos-da-nascent-fascism and obsessively tracking a handful of (mostly local) case-tracking websites -- was when i told her "if you're having baby and mama visit i'm coming over too, so that little oomph doesn't have to grow up feeling solely responsible for your death." i know: a bit harsh; it followed a lot of other attempts at persuasion and then a decision to stop arguing. not certain what little oomph's mother has been thinking, beyond that she's better at hygiene than everybody else (she's not wrong to think so!), but she acquiesced without resistance.

it is tough: pop has dementia at just about the point where he's sometimes almost too much for mom to handle (though he remains remarkably serene about it) and mom loves nothing more than time with her grandchildren, while little oomph loves the visits and the doting love of both. have really been valuing their time together while pop is still more lucid (for very-confused-and-wanting-to-go-home-although-already-there values of lucid) than not: he knows his grandchild, and usually his son. also mom's not as naturally talented at social distancing as i am, and chafes at isolation. thought little oomph would weep to learn visits with grandparents are on indefinite hiatus, but little oomph took it in stride, very interested just now in infectious disease and being safe. (pop was a great depression baby, and has been marked by admirable if sometimes frustrating frugality throughout his life in common with many of his generation; not sure what this is likely to foster in little oomph). we all hopefully agreed to revisit the arrangement in two weeks.

i'm still visiting with little oomph & mother regularly, but will isolate from them should the occasion arise that my parents require in-person support i'm able to provide. ... though, come to think of it, that would probably defeat some of the purpose.

today little oomph managed to ride unsupported on their bicycle for the first time ever (and several other spans of several seconds up to about a max of thirty) before being grabbed in the process of ... no longer successfully balancing. i was the only one there. it was exhausting to run alongside & exhilarating.

just drove home: the roads were almost empty. also the first time on the roads in maybe two weeks that i haven't felt (more) endangered (than usual) by several other drivers, i guess trying to lock in that hospital bed (for themselves and me) while supplies last.

20200307

presumptive flu?

43% increase in confirmed cases in u.s. since this morning (233 to 336 per hopkins tracker), likely reflecting more, faster testing rather than increased community transmission. but.

maryland health authorities have shared some information on what our three patients were doing between their return from a nile river cruise feb. 20 and getting tested march 4.
One patient attended a school event in the Philadelphia area. As a precaution, the Central Bucks Schools District closed five schools Friday.

Another patient attended an event at the Village at Rockville retirement community Feb. 28. The Maryland Department of Health determined the time period of risk of exposure is from noon to 6 p.m.
that retirement community is about a mile from my parents' home. mom & pop have lately been visiting some such facilities seeking activities/support/services related to pop's developing dementia, so i sent mom the article and asked whether she'd been there, and read on. the article continues
"The facility there has a workforce staff that they will be looking after, monitoring to make sure that those health care workers do not develop symptoms. They also are very cooperative in making sure that residents that may have been exposed only at that one gathering, that one day, that one gathering, if those residents have any symptoms," said Fran Phillips, of the Maryland Department of Health.

The MDH recommended that members of the public who attended the event should monitor themselves for symptoms of a respiratory infection, including fever, cold-like symptoms, cough, difficulty breathing or shortness of breath, until March 13.
the article followed with the phone number of the Maryland Emergency Management Agency call center. but i was stuck on "the residents that may have been exposed only at that one gathering, that one day," because transmission occurs from fomites -- objects or surfaces capable of carrying/transmitting infectious agents -- not just being present in the same space, and i've been to retirement communities and assess it as doubtful they've been routinely sterilizing all the surfaces in that facility since february 28. mom wrote back
We've been to the Village several times in the last few weeks -- that's where [friend & spouse] and [person whom my parents routinely drive to medical appointments] were!
when pressed on timing, mom said they'd been there feb. 4, 18 and "maybe one other time." she learned from the emergency management call center that the event between noon and 6 pm on feb. 28 was a funeral: "I KNOW we didn't do that!" it was late, so i have been unable to grill her on her use of the past tense referring to her friends' residency there (pretty sure [friend & spouse] have recently transferred to a more acute-care setting, but thought the chauffeuring was ongoing). anyway, that there were cases in montgomery county was striking; to learn that it is that close, physically and socially to my parents, is somewhat more distressing.

i imagine those three patients bought groceries and attended some sort of community religious observations, perhaps visited libraries, coffee shops or gyms nearby. i have some faith the state health department includes such considerations in contact tracing, though that paragraph above about that one 6-hour window of risk does not foster a great deal of confidence on that score.

meanwhile, little oomph seems to have the flu. babymama & i have been trying to elicit descriptions of symptoms (beyond coughing in our faces, vomiting in our dinner, sneezing everywhere & running a fever, which are patent) without tipping off little oomph we're probing for covid symptoms. but little oomph is pretty savvy and just as scared of the flu. babymama thinks they shouldn't visit weekly at grandparents', as is their wont, due to that possible, if attenuated, exposure risk; i'm not certain they should bring flu into that home (though g'parents got their flu shots). also, they're expecting a houseguest from hawaii who will be transiting LAX on sunday, and then staying for several weeks and meeting clients in their home. mom reports he's "going to bring masks and Clorox wipes."

ray of hope: that oft' cited WHO report notes very low proportion of cases among persons younger than 18 years observed in surveyed population, and lower proportion of critical cases, though it drew no conclusions.

i appreciate all y'all's sharing, sympathize with your anxieties and frustrations. thanks for the space to share my own. -- (reported u.s. cases rose by two while i was writing).

20181124

got to make the donuts

i envy she at the music boutique
who waked before dawn rushes
in to tighten each string
on the used ukuleles
various violins, myriad mandolins
guitars galore & harps handled
fondled & browsed dissonant slack
in yesterday's business

who blows the dust out of each horn
the entire woodwind section &
that insular clot of didgeridoos in the corner,
picks up claves, mallets, sticks,
brushes xylo- & vibraphones' teeth,
who slaps the drumheads awake

who wipes the ersatz ivories clean
of mucousy sugary
children-handed glaze
(& the plastic 'round the buttons
& the displays) resets the levels
& maybe, then, plays a bit
before opening the store

i bet she sings

20180729

warmbier's story

i have deleted
my draft tweets
mocking that gq writer's
terrible writing
by quoting it.

that terrible story
was very well reported,
despite its tragic prose.

they were too cruel
tho the writing was
so absurdly bad.

20150312

action shot (fragment of abandoned tangent)



some time ago wanted to learn
to make a stencil-worthy image;

got sidetracked by music. here,
the Annunciation of Bill & Chuck, a

contrast-tweaked screencap
of a sublime moment of jazz

from i think this video of  the
trio's 1965 london sets, will

not be appearing locally as
posters or vandalism by me.

20141212

volume nein: a visit from saint nobody

'twas nigh unto midsummer, and XMAS SUX volume IX
was just about the furthest thing from my mind
('tho' i do keep a list as i listen all year
to consult as XMAS-SUX-mixing season draws near),
when there arose unexpectedly a dreaded circumstance
i eventually noticed due to the silence of the fans.

no fans, no blinkenlights, no files, stunning:
the RAID had turned off when it ought to be running!

i pressed the button and waited, reconnected the plug,
sprang to the netgear user forums with a bit of a shrug
where i described the issue and scanned through the posts
'til i found something close and tried what was proposed;
tried over and over, all apparently in vain:
yet 'twas running just fine when i came home the next day!?

i browsed more in the forum, used software to scry,
found no sure diagnosis, detected nothing awry.
i turned it off and back on, moved some files around;
it worked several days more before it went down.
then i repeated the foregoing, vacuumed the case,
tried some percussive maintenance: each effort a waste.

what's all this to me, why do i give a damn
about your problems with some computer acronym?
you may ask, having parsed all the torturous meter
dear reader, o'er line after line only to see there's
so far left to go. it's because you've been picked
(or shoulda or woulda been) to get an XMAS SUX disk
and, so, now may harbor some slight expectation
as to your part in my ghoulish yule observation.

your role here is vital: to receive and listen loud!
but all there are to hear, these past editions on the cloud:
now, "xmas sux"! [2006]

now, "christmas is capitulation"! [2007]

now, "hang a red star on that tree"! [2008]

now, "untitled"! [2009]

on, "i want my tuppence back"! [2011]

on, "oh come on, ye faithful"! [2013]

on, "gold frankenstein smurph"! [2012]

on, "tender and biled"! [2010]
alas, 'tis my duty to report with disappointment sincere
there will be no new edition of XMAS SUX this year.

that Redundant Array of Inexpensive Disks
is where the bulk of my data exists:
an immense amount of data encoded as .mp3s
meta-reified as my vast eclectic music library,
with other vital classes of data, magnetically arrayed
'cross all the platters of my erstwhile terabyte RAID.

as far as i know the files and songs remain sound,
and my technical expert has since come around;
his prognosis is that it ought to work just fine
once i buy and replace the unit's power supply
(the electronics required imply a steep learning curve,
an ascent i'll attempt when i've got the time and the nerve).
'tis (kinda low) on my list of things to do,
but this is also to say that, if that be true,
then XMAS SUX vol. IX might suffer only delay:
it could be an XMAS SUX st. patrick's day!

either way, i wish you a pleasant december,
joy when you can find it, and goodwill wherever.
and, finally, here, ere i run out of lines
great "bah, humbug!" to each, and, to all . . . better rhymes.

20140616

grauform.izzy aspie

syndrome.

my baby told me
"i described you to my friend and she asked is he aspie?
is he what? sounds like aspergers syndrome to me.
i don't know; what's that?" but looked
it up herself on the Internet,
failing there to develop
a satisfactory sense of what
that syndrome signifies.


special-needs.

i told my baby
"when i told my mom's friend,
the special-needs educator, of my
past girlfriends all telling me
i have aspergers (in their
respective efforts to better dig
where i was coming from, no doubt),
she said they were psychologically abusive,
and i made excuses for them."


spectrum.

"so, what is it?"
i described my sense,
via the usual sources and also via mom's friend,
that it characterizes individuals toward the
well-socialized or highly-interactive end
of the spectrum of autism-related conditions,
and that it was hyperlexia in me they'd
thought denoted aspergers, "but mine's learned."

20140416

out to the hinternets

when this is non-referential, anyone will be able to spell it
lather, rinse. repeat five times. repeat to others. go –

spread: in quarter-dollar-sized dollops of meaning.

go, out, from the universal data storage and retrieval interface:
go out to the far barren barbarian hinternets, to fast!

go, for immersion in the unread ravings of every kooky Gutenberg
in the world with access to a handful of organized conflict minerals. go!

plunge into the voice of the billion-headed Hamilton beast!

all the soapbox pope-haters and their pope-hater-baiters,
locust-winged alien daters, honey-throated conspiracy debaters,
Nigerian e-mailers, valerian tea sellers, myriad retailers;
kirilian photographers, Brazilian pornographers,
mammalian ethnographers, Lemurian cartographers,
ranters, raconteurs, key-loggers, and bloggers
– each with their own dedicated haters and baiters –

scams, spams, evangelical feature film raters, hot-rodders,
intellectual property trafficking traders, mass daters, pathways to fear,
those baiting and aiding the kiddie-porn trade hating legislators’
efforts to crack down, track down and convict such de Sade-ers,
prefabricated essays such as “Satellites, Satyrs, Saturn, Sadism: a Survey
of the Stochastic Sociocomputational Determinism of Insert Dataset Here,”
vids of skaters, lists of prison rape jokes, random thesis generators,
and school projects by most of the nation’s fifth-graders! go!

go! go out to the hinternets. to fast.

there, the devil will come to you disguised as the widow of Patrice Lumumba.

the devil is an empty referent playing craps in a bar by the docks
of an equatorial port town who will offer stones and meaning,
and we will not imagine meeting him like a boy
intent to try the periled path of manly heroism.

he will offer meaning it is good to know.
a compass comprising the breadth of the four modalities,
and deep he will offer to decrypt the elevated perfumes of significance:

all this, see.

the devil – disguised as savings on prescription drugs
and get rich quick schemes – will come, offering
the opportunity to lock in low interest rates. stones and seas and
a bigger penis or lost secret ancient Chinese sex techniques.
the devil will come to you as a philosopher of the mind,
career counseling headhunter, financial planning consultant,
as the vile profiles of virtual mystics, as marketing statistics,
the promise of good times, a self-proclaimed self-help guru:
it is good for you to decide what is good for you. see!

seen: there the devil will come to collect your selectors
and secure this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be saved

from yourself
and everyone else.

20140128

silence and voice

some say the world will end in silence
some say in voice.
an impending sense of oppressive violence
presses me to favor silence.
but if a diff'rent agent destroys,
i've heard sufficient logorrhea
to ken for ending a world voice
also would be a
decent choice.



(cf.)

20130819

toward a more panopticonscientious course

Jacob Applebaum, of reported Wikileaks and TOR fame or notoriety and advocacy of open development, gave a hell of an address about the surveillance state and "preference-based utilitarianism" at a CCC conference last winter, that cannot be recommended too strongly:



At the same conference, noted and notorious whistleblowers Jesselyn Radack, Thomas Drake, and William Binney serially narrate their ordeals and ideals after exposing secret government power, Enemies of the State:



Hmm. This one seems to be the official YouTube posting for the event from CCCen, promising an entire additional hour, which begins circa 1:23:00 with panel responses to audience questions and comments, which could easily fill that span.

20130818

the last wheeze of an unreasonable expectation of privacy dying

Some time ago I mused at length concerning how, to me, it was not obvious, as Jonathan Landay had said to Amy Goodman, what one can do to try to protect oneself from communications interception. (I have spent much of the intervening time wondering how "obvious" a secure encryption setup and TOR deployment are, and suspect the technical proficiency required to implement either weighs against obviousness.)

The New York Times this week ran the harrowing and exhilarating story of how documentarian Laura Poitras, journalist Glenn Greenwald and whistleblower Edward Snowden all got together. Among its notable points is the description of Ms. Poitras' acumen with communications security -- developed over her many years of harassment and scrutiny at border crossings -- which, while sufficiently advanced to receive and authenticate encrypted communications, wasn't entirely to the would-be leaker's satisfaction when he approached her.
She . . . sent her public key. . . . The stranger responded with instructions for creating an even more secure system to protect their exchanges [instructing her] to select long pass phrases that could withstand a brute-force attack by networked computers [by an] "adversary . . . capable of a trillion guesses a second." . . . Seconds after she decrypted and read the e-mail, Poitras disconnected from the Internet and removed the message from her computer.
It is worth reading, because, prior to contact with Snowden, by necessity, Poitras already operated at a pretty extreme level of communications and information security: minimizing cell phone use, masking her browsing activity, learning to use encryption, leaving copies of film in safety deposit boxes in her many terminus cities -- a level of precautionary effort that almost any reasonable American would view as extraordinary, and as requiring an extraordinary level of proficiency with computers and networks. This heightened level of operational security, and the proficiency it implies, are what first enabled Snowden to reach out. And when he did, his first communications were instructions to implement even greater security.

It is also worth reading for other aspects of the, as I said, exhilarating narrative. In an additional wrinkle, you may have seen the coverage of Greenwald's partner's detention, while changing planes at Heathrow, for the maximum time permitted under the UK antiterror laws nominally permitting such detentions for our safety.

The Freedom of the Press Foundation, apparently agreeing that encryption and TOR might not be obvious to the socially networked masses of credulous WYSIWYG clickers, has published "Encryption Works: How to Protect Your Privacy in the Age of NSA Surveillance," a primer on available tools to that end.

I read it it. It was good. It was informative. It had useful links to the described tools and their support communities. Although I'm skeptical about the absolute security of this machine, I have nevertheless downloaded and begun trying to understand how to use the GPG software. It, and its documentation, do, however, assume that I understand things that I do not understand. I do not have anyone in particular with whom to correspond encryptedly anyway: When our freedom of expression was chilled we stopped writing email; or was it when we opened social networking sites, or grew old?

Anyway, it basically says use encryption and TOR on Linux. Each has its technical hurdles, and TOR has some inherent latency issues so long as it is not widely adopted, some developing liability issues for certain configurations in certain jurisdictions, and has recently had some security issues as well.

Gawker also published a guide, "How to Leak to Gawker Without (Hopefully) Getting Caught," which has some good tips for information security conscientiousness while on the Internet, contemplating or cultivating anonymity.

In other news, the Guardian reported that Google filings, in a pending suit over Google's practice of scanning the content of email sent to Gmail users from other domains, assert that Gmail users have no "reasonable expectation" of privacy in their Gmail traffic. This is true. It pretty much always has been for networked activities. Although, to be fair, the case, reportedly brought by parties who corresponded with Gmail users, not by Gmail users themselves, is interesting, and the Google spokespersons' glib, fallacious similitudes maybe don't help the corporation look too good here.

That outraged shriek is a bunch of privacy advocates' unreasonable expectation of privacy dying.

As one's "reasonable expectation of privacy" is the basis for the standard judicial inquiry into privacy issues, it is important to understand this. You can have a reasonable expectation of privacy in Gmail (I learn from the above-linked FPF encryption primer) only if you use an email client to draft and encrypt your message, and only then transmit it through the Gmail service (and your implementation and your correspondents' implementations are secure).

Except: Do you have a reasonable expectation of privacy in encrypted transmissions when now-publicly-disclosed documents clearly indicate that procedures, adopted to minimize storage of data concerning US Persons "inadvertently acquired," expressly direct that those enciphered be retained for cryptanalysis?

Isn't committing a communication to encryption then ensuring that the best cryptanalysts available to the U.S. Government will have a go at it, if only for practice, or training purposes?

The reasonableness of an expectation of privacy in such circumstances then would tend to decrease over time by some function of the complexity of the particular cipher, the processing power available for the brute force attack, and a sense of the throughput and the volume in the queue.

So, encrypting securely per the best advice of the Freedom of the Press Foundation, and assuming that all transmissions are, in fact, collected, and that all those encrypted are retained for analysis, and are so analyzed, maybe our best bet is to create such a volume of inane and harmless -- but securely encrypted -- traffic that the queue will be prohibitively long for available resources.

All of this is far beyond obvious, and calls for some serious grounding in a variety of fields. As she worked with Greenwald on Snowden's material, Poitras emerged as an operational security mastermind: "In addition to encrypting any sensitive e-mails, she began using different computers for editing film, for communicating and for reading sensitive documents (the one for sensitive documents is air-gapped, meaning it has never been connected to the Internet)."

Finally, whereas Google may have the power to send you advertising based on the content of your correspondence on the fly, and the NSA may have filled the wastes of the West with banks and banks of processors crunching away at my encrypted love poems to Jonathan Landay and Amy Goodman, U.S. District Judge Reggie B. Walton, the chief judge of the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Court, told the Washington Post this week that the court lacks the capacity to verify information it is provided or enforce compliance with its rulings. But Mr. Obama knows better.

20130429

take a bow

Here is Dave Canterbury presenting, for The Pathfinder School, a practicum in crafting a formidable bow with rudimentary tools and materials from the eastern woodlands: The Osage Bow (pt.2,3,4,5,6) That man demonstrates that he knows what he's talking about, and, if you listen with a modicum of attention, you too might run the risk of being mistaken for a savant.

By way of contrast, here is the construction of the traditional Korean bow, the hwal, -- a sinew-backed bamboo core with oaken handle and water buffalo horn belly, spliced with black locust or mulberry siyahs, glued with fish bladder and wrapped in birch bark, according to Wikipedia and probably the narration, the latter, albeit, in Korean -- by Bowyer, Kwon Mu-seok, in three parts (pt.2,3). (sorry, i guess number three gets cut off short --ed.)

Barely tangentially related are ancient martial secrets revealed at last by this guy & this guy.

20130427

just The Man's best friend: Franky 'n' Aldo


In two recent cases, both from Florida, the Supreme Court considered questions of the permissible use of trained dogs to generate the probable cause exception to the Fourth Amendment's qualified ban on search and seizure.

Florida v. Harris considered the question of the State's burden of proof with respect to exhaustive documentation of the training and service history of the dog, while Florida v. Jardines considered whether using a trained forensic dog within the curtilage of a home to detect information concerning the interior of that home constitutes a search. Neither case is particularly controversial.

In Harris, a K-9 officer with a trained dog in the car made a routine traffic stop. Noting an open beer can in a cup holder and Harris's nervous demeanor, the officer requested permission to search the vehicle. Harris declined, whereupon Officer Wheetley retrieved his dog, "Aldo," for a "free air sniff" around the truck. When the dog signaled that he detected drugs at the driver-side door handle, the officer concluded that he had probable cause and executed a search. The search did not yield any of the drugs Aldo was trained to detect, but did reveal culpable quantities of ingredients for the manufacture of one of them: methamphetamine. Harris was charged with possession of meth ingredients and released on bail. While out on bail, during another routine traffic stop with the same officer, the dog again signaled that he detected drugs at the driver-side door handle. A search was conducted and no contraband was found.

At trial, Harris moved to suppress the meth-ingredients on grounds that the dog's alert had not produced probable cause to search his truck. Evidence was adduced with respect to the dog's training and certification and there was argument concerning records of the dog's performance in the field in light of its two encounters with Harris, the former, a more-or-less positive identification, and the latter, an apparent false-positive. The trial court found probable cause, and the Florida Supreme Court reversed, holding that the fact of the dog's training and certification alone was insufficient: That court required the state to produce substantial evidence of the dog's performance history, including its frequency of false-positive alerts in service.

Such a "strict evidentiary checklist, whose every item the State must tick off" is anathema to the law of the land with respect to judicial determinations of whether probable cause has been established. The Supreme Court has consistently and explicitly favored examination of the totality of the circumstances:
We have rejected rigid rules, bright-line tests, and mechanistic inquiries in favor of a more flexible, all-things-considered approach. . . . We lamented the development of a list of 'inflexible, independent requirements applicable in every case.' . . . Probable cause, we emphasized, is 'a fluid concept -- turning on the assessment of probabilities in particular factual contexts -- not readily, or even usefully, reduced to a neat set of legal rules.' [internal citations (to 462 U.S. at 230, n.6 and 232) not quite omitted. -- ed.]
There is some interesting discussion of dogs' training, certification, the prospective value of field data, the lack of data on false-negatives, and the value of a false-positive rate:
[I]f the dog alerts to a car in which the officer finds no narcotics, the dog may not have made a mistake at all [but] detected substances that were too well hidden or present in quantities too small for the officer to locate . . .  [o]r the residual odor of drugs previously in the vehicle or on the driver's person." [the phrase "toke up in the parking lot" appears in a quotation of S. Bryson's Police Dog Tactics, 2nd ed., in footnote 2, here. -- ed.
There is this chilling statement: "If a bona fide organization has certified a dog after testing his reliability in a controlled setting, a court can presume . . . that the dog's alert provides probable cause to search," which is softened somewhat with the Court's admonition that, notwithstanding this presumption, a defendant "must have an opportunity to challenge such evidence of a dog's reliability. . . ."

Thus, the Supreme Court unanimously rejected the Florida Supreme Court's rigid requirements, and the evidence seized from Harris's truck was permitted despite the fourth amendment challenge.

In Jardines, a detective set up surveillance on "an unverified tip" that marijuana was being grown in Jardines' home. After watching for some time (he "saw no . . . activity around the home, and could not see inside because the blinds were drawn"), he, another detective who was "a trained canine handler" and "Franky," a dog "trained to detect the scent of marijuana, cocaine, heroin, and several other drugs, indicating the presence of any of these substances through particular behavioral changes recognizable by his handler," approached the house. Upon nearing the front porch, the dog began a series of behaviors leading to its signal that it had found the strongest point of the odor of a substance among those it was trained to detect: "a positive alert for narcotics." The detective sought and obtained a warrant, on the basis of this evidence, and executed a search which revealed marijuana plants.

At trial, Jardines moved to suppress the seized plants, arguing that use of the dog had been an unreasonable search. The trial court granted the motion; the appeals court reversed; and the Florida Supreme Court suppressed the evidence, holding that use of the dog was a search unsupported by probable cause.

The Court decided this one five votes to four, with three of the majority filing a concurring opinion. Justice Scalia wrote the opinion of the majority, on property grounds; Justice Kagan wrote the concurrence, noting the case may have been similarly disposed on grounds of the reasonable expectation of privacy; Justice Alito, with the Chief Justice, Kennedy and Breyer, dissented.

Jardines is a "straightforward" case in light of Fourth Amendment principle that the Government may not intrude on the "persons, houses, papers and effects" of the people.
[T]he home is first among equals. At the Amendment's 'very core' stands 'the right of a man to retreat into his own home and there be free from unreasonable governmental intrusion." This right would be of little practical value if the State's agents could stand in a home's porch or side garden and trawl for evidence with impunity; the right to retreat would be significantly diminished if the police could enter a man's property to observe his repose from just outside the front window. We therefore regard the area "immediately surrounding and associated with the home"--what our cases call the curtilage--as "part of the home itself for Fourth Amendment purposes." [citations omitted.]
Having established "that the detectives had all four of their feet and all four of their companion's firmly planted on the constitutionally protected extension of Jardines' home, the only question is whether he had given his leave (even implicitly) for them to do so."

The Court reviewed the common law license implicit in the gate, path and doorbell or knocker which  "typically permits the visitor to approach the home by the front path, knock promptly, wait briefly to be received, and then (absent invitation to linger longer) leave." Soliciters, peddlers, girl scouts, trick-or-treaters, and "a police officer not armed with a warrant may approach a home and knock, precisely because that is 'no more than any private citizen might do.'" [citation omitted.] But "the background social norms that invite a visitor to the front door do not invite him there to conduct a search" by "introducing a trained police dog to explore the area around the home in hopes of discovering incriminating evidence."

The three-justice concurrence would also find that a search had occurred, but on privacy grounds. Like the property-rights based opinion of the majority, the privacy opinion would have invoked the right of retreat, noted heightened privacy expectations in the home and curtilage, and "determined that police officers invade those shared expectations when they use trained canine assistants to reveal within the confines of a home what they could not otherwise have found there." The detective's dog "was not your neighbor's pet, come to your porch on a leisurely stroll" but a "tool . . . geared to . . . convey clear and reliable information" to law enforcement.

The dissent says dogs are great, and especially Detective Bartelt's dog, "Franky."

Franky is the scion of the 12,000 year legacy of mutual association between canis familaris and humans, and inheritor of some three to eight centuries of proud and effective canine collaboration with law enforcement (homo sapiens imperiosa). Also, if you buy the opinion of the majority, Franky is magical: Despite being an unremarkable dog, just like any other, Franky transformed a police officer's permissible visit under the common law license to go knock on a door and seek an interview into a civil-rights violating unreasonable search simply by being led into Jardines' dooryard on a leash by his handler and innocently doing exactly what expensive and exhaustive training compelled him to do -- what came nurturally -- during that visit. Silly Franky.

Silly Jardines. Silly trial court and Florida's Supreme Court. Silly majority of the Supreme Court. The dissenting Justices do not believe in magical dogs.

It is worth noting that this case does not establish a property or privacy interest in the smells emanating from one's home. There is no such interest. This dog was taken from the street into Jardines' yard and led toward the porch, at which point it signaled a detection. The detectives departed with it. Because the yard enjoyed the property protection like those accorded to the home, and because the dog and its handler conducted a search there without license, detecting evidence in the yard that could not be detected by humans casually walking to and from the front door, that search violated the Fourth Amendment.

If the police had approached the door, and smelled marijuana themselves, without the aid of a "highly trained" and "specialized device for discovering" things not apparent to unaugmented human perception, or if the dog had caught the scent and sufficiently signaled that it emanated from Jardines' property while still out on the street, the probable cause likely would have been sustained.

I further imagine, given some reason for Franky to be there in the first place, the hallway of an apartment building would not enjoy similar privacy or property protections as the Court here found in the curtilage, dooryard and side garden of a house, although a person residing in an apartment still might, simply, not answer the door.

It is interesting to note that, finding probable cause established by the use and behavior of the drug sniffing dog during the routine traffic stop in Harris, the unanimous Court consistently refers to the subject "German shepherd trained to detect certain narcotics" by name, as "Aldo," (n=41) using the syntax "the dog" (n=24) only within quotations or when generalizing. In Jardines, on the other hand, the name of the dog, "Franky," appears only in the dissenting opinion, and then at a rate of once per page, while the majority and concurrence use "the dog," "a drug sniffing dog," "[the Detective]'s dog," "a trained police dog," "a forensic narcotics dog," and "drug detection dog." It is a "highly trained tool" like "high-powered binoculars" or thermal imaging, trained and used to a purpose. It is further interesting that Justice Kagan wrote both the Aldo-heavy opinion in Harris and the Franky-free concurrence in Jardines. At no point in any of the opinions was the dog ever described as a law enforcement officer.

Not having read all dog-sniff cases, I wonder whether it is a convention of the Court to use the dog's name in opinions that uphold evidence detected by the dog, and describe the animal impersonally (imdoggiely?) in opinions finding the dog's involvement to constitute an impermissible search.

20130422

Pay no attion to the torturers behind the curtain!

Perhaps in your rush to keep abreast of the past week's constant updates on a certain news story's breathless failure to develop, or to indulgently "participate" in that non-development through any number of the various vicarious media available for collective hysterical speculation -- as I, also, did, dear Reader -- you did not notice the universal coverage of a very significant event last Tuesday which promises to bring us a little bit closer to the end of a long, shameful and depressing national -- global even -- nightmare.



I speak, of course, about the release of The Report of the Constitution Project's Task Force on Detainee Treatment (.pdf). And of course it does not bring our national nightmare much closer to an end, which would require, for a start, that we, the People, agree that there is a national nightmare, and commit to some collective attempts to develop a consensus as to the features and contours of, and plausible and possible remedies to said nightmare. But this report represents just such an attempt by a panel of eleven "members . . . known for their integrity and impartiality and . . . hav[ing] relevant knowledge and expertise as members of the military, national security, legal, public service, law enforcement, foreign policy, religious, and medical communities" convened by The Constitution Project and charged with bringing
to the American people a comprehensive understanding of what is known and what may still be unknown about the past and current treatment of detainees by the U.S. government as part of the counterterrorism policies of both Democratic and Republican administrations [to] help policymakers and the public confront any past abuses, including torture and cruel treatment, honestly and effectively, and . . . provide a roadmap for any necessary next steps [in the form of] recommendations to the Administration and Congress to ensure that the country’s national security policies are consistent with the rule of law . . . [and,] particular[ly] assess whether and what kind of an official government inquiry might be required. 
Perhaps, during your media binge this week you heard someone quote the beginning of T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land a time or seventy as though he or she had read through to the end of its 434 footnotes, like someone does every year. And it does sound pithy and ominous, even now, ninety-one years later. But, I have been thinking about a passage from the end:

Then spoke the thunder
DA
Datta: what have we given?
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands

                       I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?

London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down

Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon - O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.

                        Shantih    shantih    shantih

And, dear Reader, while trying to slog into and through this 600 page report, I keep coming back to the end of The Hollow Men and paraphrasing

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang [, a whimper or a war crimes tribunal
But the staid, clinical, toothless, and patently committee-authored 600 page report of The Constitution Project's independent bipartisan Task Force of eminent personages on Detainee Treatment, its Document Database, Interview Index, Transcripts and Errata, which will be read by few, credited by fewer, and influence the conduct of government and policymakers not one whit 
and then a twitter update and something something reddit
and five egregious mainstream gaffes
and a yawn
as more technical reports about new catastrophes and catastrophes we negligently have been permitting to develop for scores of years are released, by teams of esteemed and tenured experts, one upon another for our reading pleasure if we could just find
enough time]

That probably sounded terribly disrespectful of the Task Force and its Staff and the Constitution Project, and its prodigious efforts and dense, thorough product, and the government, and policymakers, and many, and more, and the people, and twitter and reddit and peak oil and climate change and class warfare and whatever other shoes the surprisingly violent upstairs neighbors may have yet to drop, and, quite possibly, you, dear Reader.

And I don't mean that at all: I mean no disrespect to the Task Force and its Staff and the Constitution Project, and its prodigious efforts and dense, thorough product, nor, quite possibly, to you, dear Reader.

The Report is Important. It is a substantial and valuable work of scholarship which may prove to be a significant stepping stone toward some actual public accounting and atonement for the mess we made of the whole shining city on the hill, moral arc of the universe thing here in the USA. But I'll believe that latter bit when some of certain former executives are haled before a tribunal, lose their teaching jobs, or face the justice of the system whose justice they invoked and represented and undermined and corrupted, when the drones are grounded and the records made transparent.

And I am working on reading it.

I wish it were available printed in a book format because I want to fold pages, and underline and highlight, and take issue with committee diction and implicit jingoism here and there in the margins, or insert scraps of relevant or irrelevant paper in meaningful ways, and to remember where in the document I may have done those things and why (by dint of some sort of apparently tactile memory useful for finding one's place, or a remembered passage, in a corporeal book, but absolutely impotent when confronted by a virtual document on a screen), and 600 is a lot of 8-1/2X11" pages to tote as an unwieldy binder-clipped sheaf (I know this because that is how I read HIPAA and certain business associations' recommendations concerning implementation of some of its provisions). I have so far read only a few pages beyond the "Findings & Recommendations" section, and already I had to slow down and cast about for the prospect of such print publication because I had passed my third short suggestive sequence of words worthy of haiku or destructive writing (or destructive haiku!), one jarringly callous attempt at bureaucratic humor, and the nth instance of evidence of committee authorship.

I shall have to start keeping notes.

Anyway, I mean to read it, because I will want to have certain citations at hand when I inquire whether certain partisan persons of my acquaintance who have expressed strong opinions on the covered subject matter over the past decade because they believe what the authority figures they recognize as authority figures tell them to belive are ready, on the authority of a unanimous panel featuring some figures sure to be so recognized, to eat their fucking words.

But, during this pause, in case you haven't heard of it, or gone to find it, or read it yet, I thought I'd post excerpts of the Findings and Recommendations section, before, preambling loquaciously as above, the foregoing came out. Find the findings below, but know that I have elided a lot of substantial information that, for many of the findings, is presented in several more explanatory paragraphs in the full report. Believe it or not, I did it for brevity!

I had a friend who thought every American shared a patriotic duty to watch videos of some guys cutting the heads off of Americans several years ago (with which proposition I disagreed), (come to think of it, I heard similar assertions this past week, with respect to different media depicting different events). I have a friend now who describes being struck by someone else's assertion that on Judgment Day each of us will have to stand before God and explain what we did to prevent the horrors of the War on Terrorism ostensibly perpetrated in our names by our agents. And I have secretly believed, until now, that every dead American after circa 1986 is reincarnated as an Iraqi child. Now it is not a secret so much.

Without further ado: Take it away, the Constitution Project's Task Force on Detainee Treatment!!!

[APPLAUSE]

20130413

provender

it's been a while since i've had anything to say here, dear reader, or, indeed, much of anywhere else.

but i've been enjoying the leading edge of spring here, lately, as my yard begins to reveal its flora.

(also, i have brutally abused much of said flora, having finally been able to make a little bit of headway against the enormous and entrenched patch of (what i think is) english ivy: the desiccated, if not cold and frosty, winter soil became much more friable so the many runners are somewhat easier to tear up, until it rains and bakes in again.)

i gossiped with several neighbors one afternoon while out pruning (or, as i'm new here, it would probably be more accurate to say i listened to neighbors talk about the neighborhood, inferring the quality of gossip from tone, posture, subtext and negative space among the sundry narrations), and planted some sunflowers about which i'm not too confident.

but the reason i write just now is to report that today i made a weed omelet!

i know what you're thinking, but i did not do that: that would be somewhat more involved, i would be disinclined to tell you about it publicly, and i don't think it would taste very good.

what i did was eat my yard weeds: spring onions and dandelion greens.

it was very satisfying in conception: humbly rooting here and there in the yard for things i had not cultivated, washing, preparing (with supermarket eggs) and eating them. in execution, it was a bit haphazard . . . in keeping, i suppose with the voluntary and opportunistic nature of the meal. the omelet itself was nothing to write home about, but serviceable. and i am home already: that's the whole point of the weed omelet.

(and, so far, there have been no adverse gastric phenomena)

now, maybe time to brush up on ways to harvest and prepare cicada!

20120917

duali-tease

dharma books read, 10;
time spent in sitting practice,
none: bodhi svaha!

20120819

long term storage

my friends moved abroad for some period of years a year ago, and have just stopped renting their furnished home to friends in favor of having some local agency rent their unfurnished home to strangers, which change in status occasions their need to store their lovely furnishings. i felt guilty simultaneously about wanting the few items that i wanted, and about being unable to take more, but i am happy with those they passed into my stewardship not least for how neatly they fit my still-somewhat-fluid distribution of - and need for - furnishings.