Sunday, January 01, 2017

Dilbert Watch: Okay, "it's called leadership," but is a manned mission to Mars launched by Dilbert's Pointy-Haired Boss a good idea?

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"Two ways to win and no way to lose"? Really?

DILBERT     by Scott Adams
"Volunteers for Mars Trip" (Monday, Dec. 26)

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by Ken

I don't think any additional comment is required for this lovely Dilbert sequence, which I first assumed was completed Friday (but see below). The one thing I would perhaps like to note is that the last time I shared a Dilbert strip, I was actually happy that a commenter registered surprise at seeing Dilbert on DWT, given creator Scott Adams's political views. I was happy because it's a discussion-worthy issue.

My test is that I almost always find Dilbert both seriously insightful and seriously entertaining. Which of course is why I so often feel the urge to share a strip or a sequence of them. And I don't see any conflict between that and Scott's politics. I'm sure there are people whose politics would place them beyond the pale for me, but I'm kind of relieved to find that merely disagreeing with someone's politics doesn't make it impossible for me to take in and appreciate what they have to offer.

The "seriously insightful and seriously entertaining" standard, I think you'll agree, is tougher than it may appear at first glance. Take the writing of Ayn Rand, which misses the cut by a country mile on both counts, being not only devoid of insight but, although comedically tinged in a primitively moronic way, isn't anywhere near funny enough to be entertaining.

All of that said, let's proceed with the great mission to Mars.

"Naming the Spaceship" (Tuesday, Dec. 27)


"Picking the Spaceship Staff" (Wednesday, Dec. 28)


"Oxygen Not in the Budget" (Thursday, Dec. 29)


"Boss Doesn't See Email" (Friday, Dec. 30)



NOW HOLD ON A SECOND HERE . . .

My original assumption was that yesterday's strip was a breakoff from the Mars-mission story arc. Then, looking back, I was reminded that the ill-fated Ted was the person who designed the spaceship for the Mars journey. Perhaps I didn't make the connection because Ted has, of course, both died and been fired more times than anyone can count (and in all cases so far has thereafter reappeared as if nothing had happened). So maybe this cheery little, er, postmortem, really does belong with the Mars-mission sequence.

In any case, yesterday's strip in addition strip brought in Wally, and as I've noted (admitted?) so often here, Wally is my guy.

"Spreading Ted's Ashes" (Saturday, Dec. 31)




WHILE WE'RE AT IT, WHY DON'T WE TAKE A LOOK
AT TODAY'S STRIP? ANY POLITICAL DIFFICULTIES?


SUNDAY DILBERT     by Scott Adams
(Sunday, Jan. 1, 2017)





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Sunday, December 18, 2016

Serious about putting out the absolute minimum effort? Again, Dilbert's Wally is our inspiration

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DILBERT     by Scott Adams




-- December 18, 2016

by Ken

I've never shied away from the embarrassing reality that Dilbert's Wally is my guy. Not so much a role model, perhaps -- who has the courage to carry slacking to that extent as a life principle? -- as perhaps an inspiration, a dream soulmate. So I confess to mild surprise that in this saga Wally has been so slipshod as to present his doctor's note in what is recognizable even to the Pointy-Haired Boss as his own handwriting.

But then, I guess in Wally's World, where the governing principle is to put out the absolute minimum effort to every task, the operative test for what we might call "necessary authenticity" as applied to the note would be: Is it good enough? And the concluding panel suggests that, at least in Wally's mind, it appears to be.
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Sunday, September 11, 2016

I don't need or want a new computer, but it looks like Apple isn't going to take "no" for an answer

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Plus: There's a lesson somewhere in yesterday's Dilbert


-- from Apple's macOS Sierra Web page (click to enlarge)


by Ken
Dear Apple,

What about those of us who:

• have absolutely no interest in having Siri on our Macs?
• don't want help rediscovering our best photos, whatever that means?
• can already shop online way faster than we can pay for any of the stuff?
• and don't believe that you would actually help us work "more seamlessly between devices" even if we had devices we wanted to work "more seamlessly" between?

Yrs truly --
A longtime loyal Mac user
The question isn't meant to be rhetorical (I really would like to know), but it is, because I'm pretty sure I know Apple's answer: Drop dead.

I don't wanna talk about Matt Lauer, and for that matter I don't wanna talk about the vanished headphone jack (as previously threatened) on the new iPhone. I don't have an iPhone, and for all the trouble I've had learning to use my already-aged android phone, I have no intention of getting an iPhone, in part because of how badly things have deteriorated between Apple and me. For a long time I was a proud and happy Mac user, but that goes back a ways, to before Apple made it clear that it doesn't give the tiniest damn about my computing needs, and merely sees me as a captive patsy for forced software and hardware upgrading.

As it turns out, the "news" to which I'm responding is three months old. But it's news to me, so let the panic proceed.

I survived a scare awhile back when the company decided -- for no necessary technological reason, as far as I could tell -- to stop supporting OS 10.6.8, the perfectly good operating system then in use on both my main computer, an aging iMac, and a refurbished notebook computer I bought mostly for writing purposes. Suddenly, for one thing, my bank set a term limit on the time it would allow access to its website for pre-OS 10.7 Mac users. Not being able to access my account online would be a serious disruption in my life. Then I discovered that, while the notebook computer, which is almost contemporaneous with the iMac, indeed can't be upgraded beyond good old OS 10.6.8 (which I supposed is why it was so cheap), the iMac could be.

After adding some memory, I could not only upgrade the OS but jump it all the way to the current system, OS 10.11, El Capitan -- and I did just that. I know I've read all sorts of terrible things about El Capitan and why users shouldn't upgrade from OS 10.10, Yosemite. However, I haven't had any problems with it. Of course this could be because I don't do any fancy stuff with my computer. Mostly, I write and I go online. Just like I did in contemptibly obsolete old OS 10.6.8. As witness the fact that the notebook computer does these things quite okay, despite having not a whole lot of memory. (Hoping at least to speed it up a little, and heady with success from my successful iMac memory upgrade, I actually tried to jack up the memory, only to discover -- too late to seek relief from the vendor -- that the battery compartment is somehow locked closed! The joke was on me, as it usually is.


ENTER macOS SIERRA

Now I learn, via e-update from the vendor from which I bought my memory upgrades (which, by the way, was very nice about allowing me to return the notebook upgrade I couldn't install), that although Apple didn't mention it at the big announcement of the new iPhone (with the disappeared headphone jack), the company has announced online that on September 20 it's releasing a new Mac OS: macOS Sierra. (That's right, after all this time, no more OS X, or 10. So if you laid down any bets that there would never be an OS XI, or 11, it's time to collect.) As usual, the Apple folks are giddy with excitement about all the wonderful new stuff packed into Sierra -- see above.

Then, among the e-update's appended list of "Related Articles," I fixed on the last one: See If Your Mac, iDevices Are Compatible with Sierra, iOS 10. Do tell, I thought. Okay, here goes (note that the "today" referred to is in fact June 14):
Today’s WWDC keynote saw the unveiling of the next iterations of iOS and the newly named macOS. The announcements of iOS 10 and macOS Sierra will lead many to wonder whether their devices or Macs will support the new operating systems.

The Rocket Yard [the blog of the vendor, OWC, aka MacSales.com -- Ed.] has put together a quick guide of devices compatible with the new operating systems.

It appears that for the first time since 2012, older Macs will be dropped from compatibility and will not run macOS Sierra, many of which are 2007-2009 models.
Uh-oh! Now, as I think I've made abundantly clear, I could care less about what iOS which iPhones will or won't support. You can find that here. But I care very much about those "older Macs," from 2007-2009, that are apparently on the Sierra chopping block. Gulp.
Here is a list of Mac models that will be compatible with macOS Sierra, according to Ars Technica:

• MacBook: (Late 2009 and later)
• iMac: (Late 2009 and later)
• MacBook Air: (2010 and later)
• MacBook Pro: (2010 and later)
• Mac mini: (2010 and later)
• Mac Pro: (2010 and later)
I don't want a new computer, and given my computing needs, I don't need a new computer. At least I won't until Apple turns its back on all the pre-Sierra OS-es, and all the Web outlets that hate having to support Macs to begin with follow suit.

It would be one thing if these software and hardware upgrades offered significant upgrades to the way I do the stuff I do. But they don't. Of course, the very fact that I'm not a frequent upgrader probably explains why Apple doesn't care about me, or my patronage, or how badly they piss me off.


BONUS: THERE'S A LESSON LURKING
SOMEWHERE IN YESTERDAY'S DILBERT


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Sunday, September 04, 2016

TV Watch: Working our way extremely circuitously toward "Inspector George Gently"

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DILBERT'S WALLY SORTS OUT THE
OPTIMISTS AND THE PESSIMISTS



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by Ken

So here we are again in the Northeast having another Storm Watch Weekend, this time all mooshed together with Labor Day Weekend -- and never mind that today we've enjoyed an utterly lovely day as poor Hermine, the still steadily approaching storm, keeps dropping down on the charts, from hurricane to tropical storm to "post-tropical cyclone" -- a new one on me. What comes next? "Ba-a-a-d, ba-a-a-d storm"? And the anticipated mayhem has been both pushed back and similarly downgraded, now to tomorrow, with stiff wind gusts and maybe some coastal flooding.

Me, I'd planned a quiet Labor Day Weekend anyway -- a bit of a breather from, well, it's hard to specify what exactly. I'm still not working, so it can't be that. Nevertheless, I seem to be so busy doing this and that that I wasn't at all sorry to see that I hadn't really scheduled any mandatory activities. If I could afford to retire, it would be a swell time. I've taken to suggesting that if I'd had the sense to become independently wealthy, I'd make a splendidly active retired person.

So I've taken advantage of the lull -- along with trying to cobble together my first "TV Watch" post in goodness only knows how long, which was going to take a look, by way of the great 1984 Granada TV miniseries The Jewel in the Crown (just rebroadcast by one of my local public TV stations, Long Island's WLIW), dramatized by Ken Taylor from Paul Scott's tetralogy The Raj Quartet, set in the final years of British rule in India, and the 1988-92 Judd Hirsch NBC sitcom Dear John, at one of my new all-time favorite police procedurals, Inspector George Gently, graced by Martin Shaw's beatific performance in the title role -- by attacking the DVR pile-up. First I took in all four outings in the most recent ITV series of Endeavour, tales of the young future-Inspector Morse. Then, by way of further procrastination, I began attacking the similarly warehoused most recent series ("The Final Season") of Inspector Lewis. Which is to say the pre- and post- extensions (respectively) of the Morse franchise.


Merrick (Tim Piggot-Smith) unleashes his considerable worst on poor Hari Kumar (Art Malik) in The Jewel in the Crown.

A smiling Nicholas Jones
No sooner has the episode, "One for Sorrow," begun than there's Tim Piggot-Smith, who gave perhaps the most amazing performance in the gallery of amazing Jewel in the Crown performances with his portrayal of Ronald Merrick, the despicable British police superintendent in colonial India, and now he's playing an elderly professorial sort -- with clear perv-potential overtones -- giving a lecture on the Victorian fascination with freaks! Then there's another familiar face. As an elderly man apparently newly arrived in some sort of home suffering dementia, yes, it's Nicholas Jones! Best known to me, at least, as the pompous egomaniacal lawyer-twit Jeremy Aldermarten, the dark presence in the chambers of Kavanagh QC in the series of that name, the second-best-remembered series of the late John Thaw, the best-remembered being, of course, Morse. And a short bit later, when DI James Hathaway (Lawrence Fox) -- officially on a week's leave, doing "whatever it is Hathaway does," as Lewis puts it -- arrives at the home, we learn that the old gent is (yes!) his father.

All of which goes to remind me, as if I needed reminding, that time surely does whiz by.

Though it's been ages since I've done a "TV Watch" post, it hasn't been for want of TV-watching. What there has been, perhaps, is a persistent question of whether my TV-watching has any pertinence to anyone else. It's not that I don't watch anything new, but I keep encountering reports of wonders, chiefly in the outer reaches of cable and especially the streaming world, which are wildly at variance with such experience as I've had with them. (I don't streaming. Come on, isn't my cable bill high enough?) So I'm happy to devote a fair amount of my viewing time to TV past.



It doesn't seem to me a bad thing, first, to be reminded how much of that past survives (though also how much doesn't), and, more important, to take advantage of how much good stuff there is now readily available. Even a show like Dear John, which on rewatching turns out to be no better than I remembered, still rewards my attention more than, well, most of the offerings in the imagined (imaginary?) current Golden Age of TV Comedy, and it occurs to me that one reason is that it's a show that couldn't be made today, since it makes no effort to pander to the youth market.


In November 2014, Martin Shaw (DCI George Gently), Lee Ingleby (now-DI John Bacchus), Lisa McGrillis (about-to-be-DS Rachel Coles), and company were on location in the northeast of England filming what's now the most recently aired series of Inspector George Gently. (Various whole episodes are available on YouTube.)
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Friday, August 05, 2016

Do The Donald and The Unspeakable Pence and all the others have any glimmering that they're asses?

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Last Tango in Halifax's Alan and Celia: Below, normally
soft-spoken Alan shares a striking political insight.
In Series 1 of Last Tango in Halifax, Alan Buttershaw (Derek Jacobi) and Celia Dawson (Anne Reid), both now widowed, had refound each other after 70 years without contact and, discovering that they were both still madly infatuated, and considering their advanced age, hatched a plan to just go ahead and get married. Of course in most ways they hardly knew each other, and in this exchange from Episode 3, which aired originally in December 2012, they fell afoul of each other's politics. (Like all 17 other episodes to date, this one was written by series creator Sally Wainwright.)

CELIA: D'you know, I'd never had you down for red-hot Labour.
ALAN [trying to say something]: Hmm --
CELIA: I thought you had more about you.
ALAN: You know, the good thing about David Cameron is that even he knows he's an ass. You know, every time he opens his mouth, you can see him thinking, "I was born an ass, I'll die an ass, but at least I know I'm an ass."

by Ken

Okay, this post is mostly an excuse to do something with this delicious rant of Alan's -- a soft-spoken rant, of course, because Alan is almost always soft-spoken, but a rant nevertheless. At the same time, I think it has some significant resonance, not just in more recent British politics, but in our own as well.

After all, the condition of having been born an ass and being destined to die an ass isn't exactly unknown on our side of the pond. What's rare -- on both sides -- is this quality that Alan attributes to the now-unlamented David Cameron: knowing that he is one. To pick a random example, do you suppose that The Donald has even a glimmering? Or his anointed running mate, The Unspeakable Pence? Or, for that matter, many of their fellow pols and the pundits who provide sideline chatter?

In The Donald's case, I think there really are moments when he knows he's being a buffoon, sometimes for entertainment purposes and sometimes in the hope of attracting favorable attention from potential voters he thinks are buffoons. Within a certain range, we have to remember, the man knows how to play an audience.

And so, in a season of almost nothing but political insanities, should I really have done a double take upon sight of this item in yesterday's nytimes.com "FirstDraft"?


But seriously now, Donald Trump attracting contributions from small donors sufficient to seriously alter his campaign-finance situation? People giving money to Donald Trump just for being Donald Trump??? Am I missing something here?

Do I have to add that I didn't pursue that link? (And I haven't given it to you as a link. If you really want to find it, you can do that via nytimes.com.) From the same source, I didn't pursue this link either:


Well now, isn't this a surprise?

Of course there's nothing I see that can be done about it, beyond recognizing that this is where the country is in the year 2016 -- something that isn't likely to be magically changed by the election, whatever the outcome. The disaffection that's driving the would-be Trump voters is real, and as Ian Welsh has been pointing out, when people in desperate need of change come to the determination that no hope of change is to be entertained from any of the existing players, it's not surprising that they may grasp at any straw advanced toward them without intensive scrutiny of the source.

And if they've fixed their hopes on The Donald as their "breath of fresh air," are they likely to be persuaded otherwise even by an episode as egregious as their boy's utterly astonishing response to the DNC appearance by the parents of Capt. Humayun Khan? Aren't we already seeing even loonier responses by the Trump faithful: that it's all a plant by anti-Trump Dems, very likely in cahoots with the Muslim Brotherhood. It's kind of hard to argue rationally against hopes that have no toehold in reason. (And Democrats might be in a better position to address them if they had made any serious attempt to make government work for any segment of the country other than the 1% and their cadres of hangers-on.)

Nevertheless, for those of us who try to dwell in the domain of reason, or at least try to make regular visits, the stuff that's come out of the mouths of many of the political participants is eye-popping. Like that of the aforementioned Unspeakable Pence, who apparently thought he could paper over the problem with his running mate by offering mouth honor to the heroic captain and his family and laying all the blame on (who else?) President Obama. (This was dealt with nicely by Teacherken in a Daily Kos post, "Pence responds on Capt. Khan - if you can stomach it.")

Of course, as all sorts of folks in the reasoning world have pointed out, Captain Khan's killing can't have had anything to do with Obama or Hillary Clinton since it occurred in 2004 -- in other words, during the first term of Chimpy the Prez Bush, amid the insanity created there by his invasion.

And in the Unspeakable's official statement, in the sentence "Due to the disastrous decisions of Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton, a once stable Middle East has now been overrun by ISIS," beyond the lesser delusions embodied, there is the one that at some point in the rememberable past there was such a thing as a "stable Middle East." This represents a level of ignorance and dishonesty that seems to cross some sort of line as to what ought to be permissible. It certainly boggles my mind, which is no longer easily boggled. Unfortunately, our system doesn't allow us any way to define "what ought to be permissible" in political discourse.

At the same time, it's possible for the level of political discourse to descend so low that I find myself passing along a Washington Post column by the normally appalling "Chucky the Hammer" Krauthammer. It's called "Donald Trump and the fitness threshold," though I note in this link to the NY Daily News version that to the original title they added, not inappropriately: "He craves not only validation but adoration." I can't believe I'm saying it about anything penned by Chucky, but -- while it's not the whole story about Trump (it doesn't account for the undeniable success he's had carving out that peculiar but undeniable position he's created for himself), but it's worth a read. Here's the basic premise, jumping off from the candidate's seemingly unaccountable blunder in attacking a Gold Star Family.
Why did Trump do it? It wasn’t a mistake. It was a revelation. It’s that he can’t help himself. His governing rule in life is to strike back when attacked, disrespected or even slighted. To understand Trump, you have to grasp the General Theory: He judges every action, every pronouncement, every person by a single criterion — whether or not it/he is “nice” to Trump. . . .

This is beyond narcissism. I used to think Trump was an 11-year-old, an undeveloped schoolyard bully. I was off by about 10 years. His needs are more primitive, an infantile hunger for approval and praise, a craving that can never be satisfied. He lives in a cocoon of solipsism where the world outside himself has value — indeed exists — only insofar as it sustains and inflates him.

Most politicians seek approval. But Trump lives for the adoration. He doesn’t even try to hide it, boasting incessantly about his crowds, his standing ovations, his TV ratings, his poll numbers, his primary victories. The latter are most prized because they offer empirical evidence of how loved and admired he is.

Prized also because, in our politics, success is self-validating. A candidacy that started out as a joke, as a self-aggrandizing exercise in xenophobia, struck a chord in a certain constituency and took off. The joke was on those who believed that he was not a serious man and therefore would not be taken seriously. They — myself emphatically included — were wrong.

POSTSCRIPT: AREN'T WE ALL GONNA MISS CIVILIZATION, WALLY?

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Friday, July 29, 2016

Urgent! Important! Please read!

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DILBERT     by Scott Adams
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Wednesday: Biggest Obstacle


Thursday: Dashboard For The Boss


Today: Dashboard Never Changes


by Ken

It's a good thing there's nothing happening in the world, 'cause I'm suddenly in a condition of computer snafuitude, which I'll explain in a moment for the record. Meanwhile, this gives me an opportunity to raise a question I've been meaning to throw out for some time, with regard to stuff like that I've put in the post title as it turns up in e-mail subject lines. And the question is this: Does anyone actually read e-mails that come with such declarations of self-importance? Can it be possible that I'm the only one who, just on principle, more or less automatically deletes them?

"Urgent," eh? "Please read," you say? No, I don't think so!

And confidential to whichever Democratic Party functionaries who are sending out those end-of-the-world-is-nigh fund-raising e-mails with all-caps subject lines about how the sky is falling: Just quit it, huh? I'm certainly not going to read those.


NOW, AS TO MY CURRENT COMPUTER MALAISE --

Last night when I got home from seeing my friend Gil in the Classical Theatre of Harlem's adaptation of Macbeth (absolutely free, great reviews in both Time Out New York and the NYT, though I take the latter's theater writing a lot less seriously) with three performances left -- in the excellent Richard Rodgers Amphitheater of Northern Manhattan's Marcus Garvey Park, tonight, tomorrow, and Sunday at 8pm), I went to the computer and discovered that my keyboard appears to be majorly fucked up, and I don't have time to go keyboard shopping today.

This isn't entirely unusual, since I am known to spill stuff on the keyboard which I know I should never have anywhere near it. Which is why some time ago I instituted a policy of always having a spare keyboard on hand, replacing what had been the spare as soon as it's pressed into service as the new keyboard. The thing is (and this is a funny story; you'll laugh and laugh) I took my last spare into the office so that I would have a working keyboard there, feeling queasy about reporting the situation to the office manager, seeing as how it was my own fault that I didn't have a working keyboard. Ironically, when I had occasion to mention to Christine, the office manager, that I had done this, she didn't see why I hadn't just told her!

And then, that Friday in January, we came into the office and found out that we didn't have an office anymore, and I was afraid that if I took my keyboard home, I would be accused of stealing "their" keyboard. Ha ha ha! Pretty funny, right? (Note to self: I really should try to get in touch with Christine, maybe see if I can find her on Facebook. She's good people, and I haven't had contact since That Day in January. Of course I should also be finding, you know, a job, but that doesn't seem to be happening either.)

The odd thing about my current keyboard predicament (assuming that that's all it is -- the keyboard) is that normally I know all about it when I demolish a keyboard, because I've just watched myself do it. This time, is a puzzlement.

So on the regular computer I can still do anything that can be done by mouse, plus things that can be done using still-working keys. From which I got the idea that I could maybe do some of the heavier post-related lifting on it, then dump that stuff in a blog file, and then edit that file on a MacBook that I bought refurbished some time back, hoping it would help me back when I was still blogging every day (and twice on some days). And after a fashion it has worked! (If you want to see something really funny, you should see me with the two computers running side by side, the MacBook perched precariously alongside the desktop, and me furiously working the mouse from the desktop computer and cursing the MacBook for not responding -- or occasionally vice versa, when the trackpad of the MacBook fails to produce results on the desktop.)

I knew going in that the machine just missed the cutoff for being system-upgradable beyond OS 10.6, a perfectly lovely OS that Apple has chosen to abandon, rendering it. But I thought I could at least upgrade the memory to make it work better and faster.

Only by the time I was ready to actually attempt the feat,  after successfully performing a memory upgrade on the desktopo computer which enabled me to upgrade that also-aging machine all the way to El Capitan, and even ordered the new memory, when I went to open the battery compartment to perform the installation, I discovered that I couldn't open the battery compartment. I figured this was just my incompetence, and eventually I took the computer and the memory upgrade to the crackerjack Mac folks at Tekserve, assuming they would deftly open the thing and then for a reasonable fee install the new memory.

Instead what happened was that they gathered their savviest tech hands to gaze in wonder at something none of them had ever seen: a battery compartment that had somehow gotten internally locked, leaving no option that any of the assembled wizards could think of except to break into the thing, after which they couldn't of course guarantee its continued functioning. Maybe I should have let them give it a shot, but at least as is the thing was working, within its limits.

My bad, obviously, for not having thought to try to open the battery compartment while I might still have gotten redress from the company that sold it to me. And by this time, I discovered, the company existed except in name, a name that had been sold to another company, which informed me with a nice tinge of regret that sorry, there was nothing they could do for me. On the plus side, the company from which I had bought the memory that I successfully installed on the desktop computer and then the memory I was unable to install on the MacBook allowed me to return the latter.

Which today include enabling me to get this post done. And the nice thing is that I can whine to my heart's content, confident that my subject line has triply warded off any potential readers.
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Sunday, July 24, 2016

If Soterios Johnson leaves WNYC, does that mean the world is coming to an end?

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Plus: Dilbert's CEO on "Making the world a better place"


Soterios abandoning his WNYC mic? Is this really allowed?

by Ken

Yeah, sure, the world is going to hell in a handbasket -- Trump, Hillary, Nice, Istanbul, Munich, blah blah blah. Normally I would be happy to solve those problems, but this week we've got a real problem. When I got around to opening the latest issue of the recently instituted member newsletter of WNYC, our public-radio station, I was promptly assailed by this bombshell:
We're Going To Miss You, Soterios!

We're starting this month's newsletter with some news you may have already heard: Soterios Johnson is moving on from WNYC and is headed to sunny, warm California at the end of August. He's accepted a position as Director of Humanities, Arts, and Cultural Partnerships at the University of California, Davis. We’re happy for Soterios, but we’re having a hard time imagining waking up without his dulcet voice to start the day.

During his time with us, Soterios has become an important part of our morning routines, and we're all going to miss him. So, we wanted to give our members the opportunity to help send Soterios off. We've created a form for you to share your thoughts and memories of Soterios's time at WNYC, and we'll share what you write with him before he heads out west. And be sure to listen to your radio in August—we have some special plans of our own for seeing Soterios off!
Say what? Soterios Johnson leaving WNYC?

Now this sounds lovely for Soterios. And what WNYC listener doesn't wish the station's much-loved morning guy well? That is, as long as it doesn't involve depriving us of this uniquely welcomed, welcoming, and trusted voice. Hey, consider the thousands of hours of station pledge drives I've listened through largely because there on-air was Soterios. It just didn't seem right not to listen.

Who the heck, you may be wondering, is Soterios Johnson? Here's the website answer:
Soterios Johnson

Before you ask... it's Greek. And, so is Johnson (via translation). It's a long story... Soterios Johnson seemed strangely drawn to the news, even as a young child.

As a kid he would lull himself to sleep listening to WCBS NewsRadio 88. "As a kid, I always wanted to be in the know... and to spread the word," he says. In high school, Soterios worked at a small FM station in his hometown in New Jersey, followed by a four-year stint as an undergraduate at Columbia on WKCR, New York. He was an Associate Producer at Newsweek On Air and worked in the field of science journalism for several years. He earned his master's degree at Columbia's Graduate School of Journalism.
I suppose I ought to try to explain for the benefit of unfortunate folks who aren't in the habit of waking up to Soterios just why he's so uniquely "welcomed, welcoming, and trusted." And it's not just because you've come to understand that "Soterios" is really a name and "Soterios Johnson" is a real person. It's because . . . nah, if you have to ask, you have to be there.


BUT IF YOU WANT TO HEAR WHAT HE SOUNDS LIKE --


In this November 2015 interview, WNYC's Soterios talks about the legendary obstacles to building a Second Avenue subway with Hobart and William Smith Colleges history professor Clifton Hood, author of 722 Miles: The Building of the Subways and How They Transformed New York, who says: "The problem with New York City from 1920 to today is that we've never been able to come up with a formula that would provide the subways with the money they need to maintain good shape."

Well, okay then, good luck in California, Soterios, dammit.


SUNDAY SPECIAL: DILBERT'S CEO HAS A PLAN
FOR "MAKING THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE"



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Sunday, October 11, 2015

A Dilbert stalemate: "Not our finest moment"

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DILBERT     by Scott Adams

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Saturday, October 03, 2015

Weekend meditation: In human interactions, there are forces more powerful even than yoga, feng shui, and Irish dancing

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Can there really be a force more powerful than Irish dancing?

by Ken

The pen is mightier than the sword, we've been told, and it's a theory, at least. No doubt there have been time when it has been true. There are fewer claims, you'll note, for the superior might of the sword of such weapons as handguns, automatic rifles, conventional bombs, and thermonuclear devices.

You'd think more attention would have been paid to what we might call the Hierarchy of Forces. So as a weekend thought provocation, I thought I would throw out a couple of choice contributions to the literature I've stumbled across.

First there was yesterday's Dilbert. I think we've all noticed Dilbert's Pointy-Headed Boss growing steadily -- um, what's the clinical term? -- nutsier lately. And encountering, at least in his familiar corporate world, depressingly little pushback. And then came this demonstration of force:



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BUT A FIST, LIKE ANY OTHER WEAPON, HAS TO BE ACTIVATED

And tonight I happened to be watching a rebroadcast on one of my local public TV stations of a 2004 Midsomer Murders called "The Straw Woman," in which DCI Barnaby is enmeshed in a string of murders in the village of Midsomer Parva involving witchcraft, or so the gullible villagers are being led to believe. Naturally this isn't helpful to the inspector in cracking the case, and we find him venting his frustration at one of those famous Barnaby family dinners. His daughter Cully offers this interesting perspective on the subject of witches:

"Everyone needs to have something they can feel good about hating."

And, we might add, something they can feel good about fearing.


SPEAKING OF YOUR FIST --


A fist thing

I found this photo of a fist accompanying a 2012 ZME Science post titled "Punching may have shaped evolution of human hand." The post describes research reported by University of Utah researchers. After discussing the adaptability of the human fist to punching, the report note points out:
Researchers note that the human hand is also shaped for an increased dexterity in handling a number of objects and tasks, so they presume that the hand evolved both for dexterity and punching force – two things which don’t exactly go hand in hand.

There may, however, be only one set of skeletal proportions that allows the hand to function both as a mechanism for precise manipulation and as a club for striking,” the researchers write. “Ultimately, the evolutionary significance of the human hand may lie in its remarkable ability to serve two seemingly incompatible, but intrinsically human, functions.
Makes you proud to be a human, no?
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Saturday, July 11, 2015

Three views of success -- from Dilbert's Wally, Tyrell Wellick (of "Mr. Robot"), and the great Robert Benchley

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DILBERT by Scott Adams
July 9: "Hard Work Is Necessary For Success"


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"I take Life as it comes, and although I grouse a great deal and sometimes lie on the floor and kick and scream and refuse to eat my supper, I find that taking Life as it comes is the only way to meet it. It isn't a very satisfactory way, but it is the only way. (I should be very glad to try any other way that anyone can suggest. I certainly am sick of this one.)"
-- Robert Benchley, in "A Little Sermon on Success"

"Give a man a gun and he can rob a bank. But give a man a bank and he can rob the world."
-- Tyrell Wellick (Martin Wallström), interim CTO of
E Corp., in last week's episode of USA's Mr. Robot

by Ken

As I think I've made abundantly clear, Dilbert's Wally is for me both a cultural hero and a role model. (See "Long-Run Planning Watch: Finally somebody asks, 'What is this "long run" people keep harping about?'," March 19, and "Dilberft Watch: The fall and rise of Wally -- When one door closes, maybe some crazy window opens?," March 28.) Now, suddenly, coming almost out of nowhere, we have Wally on Success.

As suggested, it didn't come quite out of nowhere. Thursday's strip came out of Wednesday's, with poor clueless Asok demonstrating his cluelessness by listening to Wally on . . . well, on pretty much anything.

July 8: "Attendance Strategy"

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If there's any consolation, it's that poor Asok would be paralyzingly unlikely to be able to take any real advantage of advice way better than this.


(2) TYRELL WELLICK FROM MR. ROBOT



Our second authority on success is Tyrell Wellick (Swedish actor Martin Wallström) from USA Network's Mr. Robot, who as suspected (see my Tuesday "TV Watch" post, "Mr. Robot brings us yet another of those fiendishly world-conquering villains from Scandinavia") came into his own in Wednesday's Episode 3. Tyrell himself describes the mot I've quoted at the top of this post as "a bit of a sillly expression," a bit "reductive." Even so, he likes it.
To me it means that power belongs to the people that take it. Nothing to do with their hard work, strong ambitions, or rightful qualifications, no. The actual will to take is often the only thing that's necessary.
Noted, Tyrell, noted.


AND FINALLY: (3) THE GREAT ROBERT BENCHLEY

Some time ago I did a fairly long-running nightly series devoted to great American comic writing, which grew out of an extensive "Thurber Tonight" project. The "Thurber (et al.) Tonight" series eventually came to include Woody Allen, Robert Benchley, Bob and Ray, Will Cuppy, Wolcott Gibbs, Ring Lardner, S. J. Perelman, Jean Shepherd, and E. B. White, and I wish I had figured some way of enabling it to live, because a serious chunk of my soul went into those pieces (the index is here) -- and nothing in the series more than the pieces by the great Robert Benchley.

Among the more than a dozen Benchley pieces included, with all due respect to the sublime "My Five- (or Maybe Six-) Year Plan" and "How to Get Things Done" -- and, oh yes, "Why We Laugh -- or Do We?" -- there's no Benchley piece I treasure more than "A Little Sermon on Success."

In presenting it, I wrote:
Following our initial foray last night into the, shall we say, singularly dimensioned world of Robert Benchley, "The Five (or Maybe Six) Year Plan," we have now his -- and perhaps, I think, anyone's -- definitive statement on the subject of success, or rather Success, and even disposing (as you can see in the bit I've extracted above) of Life. This is another of those pieces I've spent ages trying to cherry-pick or synopsize or paraphrase. It just doesn't work, though. The piece really needs to be, as it were, swallowed whole.
Again, you can read the whole piece here. For our purposes, though, I can say that eventually our Bob spins one of literature's most peculiar fables, concerning "a very, very brave Knight who had a very, very definite yen for a beautiful Princess who lived in a far-away castle (very, very far away, i mean" and "a Magician who could do wonders with a rabbit" -- and also, eventually, the Princess's not-previously-mentioned husband ("who, it must be admitted, was a little disappointed at the way things had turned out").

Beyond that, you'll have to read the thing for yourself, and I can't encourage you heartily enoough to do so. The point is . . . well, let's let Master Robert explain it:
Now, this little fable shows us that Success may be one of two things: first, getting what we want; and, second, not getting what we want. [Emphasis added. -- Ed.]

It was Voltaire who is reported to have said: "Plus ça change -- plus ça reste," meaning, "There isn't much sense in doing anything these days." Perhaps it wasn't Voltaire, and perhaps that isn't what the French means; but the angle is right.

Can you say the same of yourself?
I don't know about you folks, but I sure can't, Bob (if I may).
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Sunday, May 17, 2015

"Mad Men" Watch: If it works for advertising guys, why shouldn't it work for engineers?

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DILBERT by Scott Adams


Dilbert (gasp!) makes his move!

by Ken

As some of you may recall, at the time this post posts I'll be at the Museum of the Moving Image in Astoria, Queens, with as many other Mad Men fans as they can pack into the joint for a celebration culminating in watching tonight's series finale on the big screen. So tonight I thought I'd throw open the question, "Is Don Draper a phenomenon unique to the advertising business, or are there Don Drapers in all walks of life?

And we start with Nerdworld. Here's Dilbert's claim to Draperdom. Picking up from the above:







Generally the results of Don Draper's seductions are a good deal more clear-cut. But in Dilbert's defense, he doesn't seem to have unequivocally struck out. Or at least that's his story. (Would he know?)
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Saturday, March 28, 2015

Dilbert Watch: The fall and rise of Wally -- When one door closes, maybe some crazy window opens?

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UPDATE: The fun's not over (see below)

DILBERT by Scott Adams -- Thursday, 3/19

When last we left Wally . . . (Click to enlarge)

by Ken

I've already admitted that Dilbert's coworker ("friend" seems kind of a stretch in Dilbert's world) Wally is a personal hero and role model, and when last we left him, it was Thursday of the second seeke of the stirring saga of his mentoring by the company's CEO, and as you can see above, he was, er, riding high! As, of all things, a vice president! Since it was, after all, Thursday, I wrote: "Which leaves us (presumably) with two days to follow."

It's a good thing I stuck that "presumably" in, because it turned out that the whole thing would become unstuck in morely one more day:

DILBERT by Scott Adams -- Friday, 3/20

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Oh well, easy come, easy go. And you never can tell, being a vice president might at some point have entailed (shudder) work, and we know that Wally doesn't readily go there. But imagine the surprise when this very week some mighty strange developments developed? (Such a coincidence! You don't suppose ol' Scott has maybe slipped some reruns in here on us?)


A STAR IS BORN?

It all started, well, perplexingly enough:

DILBERT by Scott Adams -- Wednesday, 3/25

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And then the thing just sort of gathered momentum:

DILBERT by Scott Adams -- Thursday, 3/26

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DILBERT by Scott Adams -- Friday, 3/27

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DILBERT by Scott Adams -- Saturday, 3/28

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TO BE CONTINUED? (STRANGER THINGS HAVE HAPPENED)


MONDAY UPDATE: No, the fun's not over!

DILBERT by Scott Adams -- Monday, 3/30

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Thursday, March 19, 2015

Long-Run Planning Watch: Finally somebody asks, "What is this 'long run' people keep harping about?"

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From Dilbert's CEO, the eternal question (more or less)

by Ken

Probably the first thing you want to know is the context for the above frame. How did the subject of the "long run" come up? Where exactly does a CEO hear tell of such things?

The immediate answer lies in this past Monday's Dilbert strip. Note that you can click on any of today's strips to enlarge -- and they should look real nice! Okay, here goes:

DILBERT by Scott Adams -- Monday, 3/16



IT ALL BEGAN LAST WEEK

And as you may have divined from the above, it all began with Wally. This two-week story arc is a bonanza for us Wally fans. Though perhaps I shouldn't admit to being one. I often get in trouble when I tell people that Wally is one of my cultural heroes and role models. Nobody seems to know how to take it. (Hint: The way it was meant, maybe?)

DILBERT by Scott Adams -- Monday, 3/9



WALLY HAD AN INSPIRATION

It's not as if Wally never has ideas. He has ideas all the time. They aren't necessarily ideas that lead to leaps in productivity, and for that matter they aren't ideas that are likely to be pushed terribly hard -- remember who we're talking about. But he's going to get some mileage out of this idea. (Oops, after-the-fact spoiler alert!

DILBERT by Scott Adams -- Tuesday, 3/10


DILBERT by Scott Adams -- Wednesday, 3/11


DILBERT by Scott Adams -- Thursday, 3/12



NATURALLY THERE WAS JEALOUSY . . .

DILBERT by Scott Adams -- Friday, 3/13



AND STRAIN BETWEEN MENTOR AND MENTEE

DILBERT by Scott Adams -- Saturday, 3/14



UH-OH, THE PROJECT HAS NOW REACHED
THE CRITICAL ONE-WEEK-PLUS MARK!


C'mon, how long are you supposed to give an idea? For goodness' sake, it's already been over a week!

DILBERT by Scott Adams -- Monday, 3/16



SO WALLY GETS A BUMP-UP

Which impacts his erstwhile coworkers. (Note that the usually explosive Alice takes the news surprisingly calmly, while Asok's response is more true-to-form -- and it works out for him about as well as things usually do.)

DILBERT by Scott Adams -- Tuesday, 3/17


DILBERT by Scott Adams -- Wednesday, 3/18


DILBERT by Scott Adams -- Thursday, 3/19



WHICH LEAVES US (PRESUMABLY) TWO DAYS
TO FOLLOW -- IN THE SHORT RUN, OF COURSE

And after all, is there any other kind of run?
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