Charlie Manuel gone as manager of the Phillies. And replaced by Ryne Sandberg.
I lost track: is this the first firing of the baseball season?
Charlie Manuel gone as manager of the Phillies. And replaced by Ryne Sandberg.
I lost track: is this the first firing of the baseball season?
We were trying to come up with a clever introduction to the return of Tuesday Morning Quarterback (and, thus, the TMQ Watch) but we couldn’t. On the other hand, we were also suffering from a bad case of 70s nostalgia (brought about by many things, but exacerbated by the death of Bert Lance). So we thought we’d throw some vintage music your way before cracking open this week’s TMQ after the jump. Oddly enough, it turns out to be fitting for reasons we’ll see later on…
Mark Sutton, best known as “that guy dressed as James Bond who parachuted out of a helicopter during the 2012 Olympic opening ceremonies”, died yesterday while piloting a wingsuit in Switzerland.
Also among the dead: Barbara Mertz, noted author, Mystery Writers of America Grand Master, and Egyptologist. You may perhaps know her better as “Elizabeth Peters” and “Barbara Michaels”. (Oddly enough, I don’t own any Peters or Michaels books, but I think I have a copy of Temples, Tombs and Hieroglyphs.)
And Bert Lance. Remember Bert Lance? Remember the Carter administration? Bank of Credit and Commerce International?
That sounds like something out of a Ross Thomas novel.
The punchline: all of those paintings were done by one guy in a garage in Queens.
(Speaking of art, this has already been on FARK, but I do want to note it here for the “Art, damn it! art watch”:
I also want to make note of it because that’s one of the rare FARK headlines that’s pretty much accurate. If you have any doubts, click through to the article and look at the photo.)
(“a dictatorship of art”?)
New NFL season. New Tuesday Morning Quarterback. TMQ Watch to resume soonish.
The 5th edition of Learning Python is out.
Since I am not an idiot, I bought the ebook; doing so is easier both on my wallet and on my back. I started reading it and working through the examples last night.
Quoth Chapter 1, under “Who uses Python today?”:
The IronPort email server product uses more than 1 million lines of Python code to do its job.
I can only smile and say “No. Comment.”
And a few bullet points later:
The NSA uses Python for cryptography and intelligence analysis.
So remember, folks: the NSA is spying on you, but they’re doing it with open source software. Doesn’t that make you feel better?
(Yes, yes, I’m sure the NSA also uses Perl and Java and Visual Basic and FORTH and even internally developed languages that are still classified. I just found it funny, is all.)
Ford stopped making the police variant of the Crown Victoria in 2011. We’re now in 2013, and police departments are starting to retire the last of the Crown Vics.
I have flirted from time to time with the idea of purchasing a former cop car as a backup vehicle. (“It’s got a cop motor, a 440 cubic inch plant, it’s got cop tires, cop suspensions, cop shocks.”) Problem is, the state surplus store wants nearly $6K for used DPS cars; at that price, I could go get a used Miata or Outback instead.
The 1933 double eagle is on display at the New York Historical Society. I’ve written previously about the strange history of the 1933 double eagle, and the linked NYT article contains a good summary, too.
Whitey Bulger: guilty of 11 murders.
Boston.com:
He was also found guilty of “…two counts of racketeering, six acts of extortion, as well as narcotics distribution, money laundering, and illegal firearms charges.”
I would link to the Boston Globe coverage, but they’ve put it behind a paywall, so to heck with them.
Your Karen Black obit roundup: NYT. LAT. A/V Club.
I don’t do Facebook, but here’s The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black’s Facebook page.
I’m not all that interested in the digital Leicas, though. The Leicas I drool over are the vintage film ones. Yes, I shoot digital, but I still have a secret fondness for film and certain film cameras.
Speaking of low-light lenses, I’ve been wanting to link this:
Kubrick used those lenses to shoot scenes lit only by candlelight in Barry Lyndon (which, I have to admit, I haven’t seen yet: I’ve often heard it called “Boring London”, but it is one of those movies I feel obligated to see). Anyway, these lenses still exist, and you can rent them along with a camera modified to take the lenses if you really need to shoot something in very very low light.
The family of Henrietta Lacks has made a deal with the National Institute of Health:
This is kind of a big deal, for reasons outlined in the NYT article. The very short version: Ms. Lacks died of cancer in 1951. Scientists discovered that cells from her cancer were able to survive in lab environments, and those cells have been used in research since her death. However, her family was never compensated for the use of her cells, and didn’t even know her cells were being used until many years later.
The above is a very simplified version of the story. The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot (which is mentioned in the NYT article) is an excellent book about Ms. Lacks, her cells and their use in research, the family of Ms. Lacks, and the ethical questions involved. If you have not read it, and have any interest in bioethics, I commend it to your attention.
I actually thought I’d published the first update last night, but I got up this morning and found out I hadn’t.
Oh, well.
Anyway, Wesley McGrew and I have been carrying on a pleasant correspondence by email, and he’s graciously allowed me to host the preliminary version of his presentation, “Pwn The Pwn Plug: Analyzing and Counter-Attacking Attacker-Implanted Devices” here until he gets the final version uploaded. You can download the ZIP archive which contains the white paper, slides, and code here.
(By the way, Mr. McGrew is a heck of a nice guy.)
Headline and lead of a story on the Statesman web site: actual story is behind their paywall.
Pioneering egg farmer, organic feed mill founder dies
Jeremiah “Jerry” Cunningham, who founded the state’s first and only organic feed mill, Coyote Creek Organic Feed Mill and Farm, and the eponymous World’s Best Egg company, died Tuesday at the age of 76.
Now, I’m sure Mr. Cunningham was a nice guy, and liked his chickens. But: here’s the definition of the word “eponymous”:
How is “World’s Best Egg Compay” eponymous? Do I not understand the definition? Am I missing something?