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			<title>Link Catch Up</title>
			<link>http://flattland.com/index.php?entry=entry080923-164616</link>
			<description><![CDATA[I haven&#039;t posted any interesting links lately, which is funny since this is a &quot;web log&quot;.  Early web logs were often sites where people posted web links they liked, as well as web journals, later becoming the crazy, self-interested medium for self-expression that we see today.<br /><br />COMPUTER STUFF<br /><a href="http://www.montastic.com/" target="_blank" >Montastic</a> Need basic website uptime monitoring?<br /><a href="http://www.pingdom.com/" target="_blank" >Pingdom</a> Willing to pay a little bit for more features?  I like this one.<br /><a href="http://www.pcmag.com/article2/0,2817,2329392,00.asp" target="_blank" >Hack Your Canon PowerShot to Add Superpowers</a><br /><a href="http://www.pcworld.com/article/150141-2/12_sly_web_tricks_that_put_you_in_control.html" target="_blank" >12 Sly Web Tricks That Put You In Control</a><br /><br />ARTSY STUFF<br /><a href="http://homepages.wmich.edu/~cooneys/poems/" target="_blank" >A Small Anthology of Poems</a><br /><a href="http://cinematictitanic.com/" target="_blank" >Cinematic Titanic</a><br /><a href="http://www.nfb.ca/animation/objanim/en/films/film.php?film=&amp;_onfplr_sel=full&amp;id=15310&amp;formats=default&amp;speeds=default&amp;use_cc=no&amp;use_dv=no" target="_blank" >The Big Snit</a>  This is simply one of the funniest animated short films I&#039;ve ever seen.  &quot;Always shaking your eyes!!&quot;<br /><br />SCIENCE STUFF<br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/05/science/05brain.html" target="_blank" >For the Brain, Remembering Is Like Reliving</a><br /><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/TECH/science/08/03/tiny.snake.ap/index.html" target="_blank" >World&#039;s Tiniest Snake</a><br /><a href="http://www.environmentalgraffiti.com/ecology/30-most-incredible-abstract-satellite-images-of-earth/1324" target="_blank" >30 Abstract Satellite Images of Earth</a><br /><br />OTHER STUFF<br /><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/personal/09/03/o.say.what.you.want/index.html" target="_blank" >Just Say What You Want--Puhleeze!</a>  Well written, good advice.<br /><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/" target="_blank" >Find A Grave</a>  I discovered actor <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&amp;GRid=13435813" target="_blank" >Darren McGavin</a> died on my birthday, and other strange things you can search for..<br /><a href="http://library.thinkquest.org/11719/vasishtfiles/sekanjabin.html" target="_blank" >Sekanjabin recipe</a>  A great little refreshing Iranian drink, introduced to me by a good friend here in the states when I was a teenager.]]></description>
			<category>General</category>
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			<author>Charles L Flatt</author>
			<pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 21:46:16 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Stinging Humility</title>
			<link>http://flattland.com/index.php?entry=entry080908-202308</link>
			<description><![CDATA[I have just managed a feat of such utter stupidity that it should silence all those (and they are legion) who claim that I have a reasonable amount of brains in my skull, and know how to use them.  In fact, there might as well be week-old oatmeal in my cranial cavity.<br /><br />I have been stung by a <i>dead wasp</i>.<br /><br />Now, to be fair and honest, I killed this wasp, and it deserved, in insectoid karmic fashion, to exact retribution.  Yet I also--and this is where my IQ heads toward the calorie count of Aqua Fina--attempted to kick the wasp&#039;s carcass off of the carpet with my bare feet.  And, <i>just before</i> the kicking, I thought, &quot;Wouldn&#039;t it be ridiculous if I kicked it right in its stinger?&quot;  Without even a clap of ironic thunder, or a rim shot, I felt this little pain near my big toe.<br /><br />No.  I hadn&#039;t done it.  Not really.  Right?<br /><br />I finished scooting the broken body of that murderous, yet clearly innocent of intention, fiend across the carpet by means of a cardboard box that was standing exactly nine inches away the entire time.  I walked around.  I tried to ignore the nagging tickle.  I ascended the stairs.  I brushed at my foot, thereby <i>breaking the top off the stinger</i>, and then looked at the spot and saw what could have been a thorn, but just had to be the last hurrah of the wasp&#039;s time on earth.<br /><br />Okay, I&#039;ll pull the rest out with my tweezers.  Which are...where?  Some bag?  Some box?  My girl friend&#039;s apartment?   Canada?  The irritation in my foot is enhanced by the irritation in my mind.  I realize I&#039;m the definition of ridiculous, and consider calling a few friends and asking them to ridicule me while the getting&#039;s good.<br /><br />Finally, the tweezers are found.  Now, if there was only good enough light to see by.  The bedroom?  Nope, just finished painting, only a floor lamp.  The bathroom?  No, the Jurassic abomination that was the light fixture above the (equally horrific) medicine cabinet is mostly taken apart, and the remaining globe--much like the one-lamp-eyed invaders in War of the Worlds--offers no comfort.<br /><br />In the kitchen, I can see well enough, get the thing out, squeeze a Seurat-sized drop of blood, and decide I should disinfect the ridiculous--that word again!--puncture wound.  Okay, I&#039;ll use some alcohol.  Which is...where?  No more searching.  No more.  I go to the refrigerator and pull out an open bottle of Greek Retsina wine that was probably undrinkable when it was bottled, and only continued to mature into a potion fit for dares and refinishing.  I dab some on my toe and re-cork the bottle, to--and I mean this, sincerely--enjoy later.<br /><br />There are some events that are meant to be revealed to the world, and damn the deprecations.<br /><br />And so, I give <br />you: me, wag.*<br /><br />Charles: 0<br />Life and Wasps: 1<br /><br /><hr><br />* Referencing a poem by John Berryman....<br /><br /><br />Dream Song 14<br /><br />Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.<br />After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,<br />we ourselves flash and yearn,<br />and moreover my mother told me as a boy<br />(repeatingly) &quot;Ever to confess you&#039;re bored<br />means you have no<br /><br />Inner Resources.&quot; I conclude now I have no<br />inner resources, because I am heavy bored.<br />Peoples bore me,<br />literature bores me, especially great literature,<br />Henry bores me, with his plights &amp; gripes<br />as bad as Achilles,<br /><br />who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.<br />And the tranquil hills, &amp; gin, look like a drag<br />and somehow a dog<br />has taken itself &amp; its tail considerably away<br />into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving<br />behind: me, wag. ]]></description>
			<category>General, Humor</category>
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			<author>Charles L Flatt</author>
			<pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 00:23:08 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>House Gravity Well</title>
			<link>http://flattland.com/index.php?entry=entry080821-071458</link>
			<description><![CDATA[Where have I been?  Some of you know, I purchased a house last month, and am pretty busy getting it ready for moving in to.  I expect to assume a stable orbit in September.  <br /><br />Oh, if anyone hears of <a href="http://softwaremeadows.com/" target="_blank" >any work </a>for me, it&#039;d be nice to, you know, pay for this new domicile.]]></description>
			<category>General, Computers, Development, Social</category>
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			<author>Charles L Flatt</author>
			<pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 12:14:58 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Randy Pausch Dead</title>
			<link>http://flattland.com/index.php?entry=entry080725-181426</link>
			<description><![CDATA[Several months ago I came across Randy Pausch&#039;s time management lecture, and read about his now-famous Last Lecture.  Since then, Prof. Pausch has been in the news quite a bit, since his lectures had a special context: he had been diagnosed several months earlier with incurable cancer.<br /><br />Prof. Pausch achieved, in my opinion, what very few people do who present inspirational and motivational messages.  He wasn&#039;t fake.  He wasn&#039;t in it for the money.  He didn&#039;t lie.<br /><br />In fact, he would have--and did--say that he wasn&#039;t unusual, that lots of people were in his situation.  When faced with impending death, time management isn&#039;t a buzz phrase any more.  Achieving your dreams, balancing your life and your work, all take on urgency and clarity.<br /><br />I miss this man I never met.  I&#039;ll live my life better because of his example.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~pausch/" target="_blank" >Randy Pausch web site</a>  &lt;- difficult to access right now.<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RcYv5x6gZTA" >Carnegie Mellon University commencement speech</a><br /><a href="http://www.cs.virginia.edu/~robins/Randy/" >Dr. Gabriel Robins&#039; site about his friend</a>. &lt;- It was this site that first lead me to Prof. Pausch.]]></description>
			<category>Computers, Social</category>
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			<author>Charles L Flatt</author>
			<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 22:14:26 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Wait a (Thousand) Moments</title>
			<link>http://flattland.com/index.php?entry=entry080710-082841</link>
			<description><![CDATA[My spiffy new Fujitsu laptop has some special buttons that can be set to launch programs.  The utility for setting these lets me choose programs from the Start menu.  Here&#039;s a screenshot of it finding those Start menu programs.<br /><br /><img src="images/wait_a_moment.png" width="321" height="383" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br />#1  Why does this take so long?<br /><br />#2, and Far More Aggravating:<br />No matter how politely, don&#039;t ask me to wait a &quot;moment.&quot;  This is going to take longer than a moment.  If it&#039;s only going to take a moment, you don&#039;t have to tell me about it because I won&#039;t notice a moment going by.  If it&#039;s only going to take a moment, you don&#039;t have to create an entire screen with a <i>very long</i> progress bar.  Tell the truth.  This is going to take quite a while, isn&#039;t it?  I&#039;m going to curse you for how long this takes, aren&#039;t I?  You&#039;re going to make it very clear how something that <i>really should</i> take only a moment takes, in fact, nineteen seconds of my life and attention.  In those nineteen seconds, I may rethink my life&#039;s ambitions, consider a new career path, begin work on a fabulous opera, hunger for real Cordon Blue instead of the crappy frozen stuff from Stouffer&#039;s.<br /><br />Never mind that you don&#039;t show the utility on the task bar, making me minimize other windows to find it again.<br /><br />Or that you advise, like an ignorant illiterate, &quot;when a Application Panel is pressed,&quot; instead of &quot;when <i>an</i> Application Panel <i>button</i> is pressed.&quot;]]></description>
			<category>General, Computers</category>
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			<author>Charles L Flatt</author>
			<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 13:28:41 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Whistles of Death, and Other Stories</title>
			<link>http://flattland.com/index.php?entry=entry080709-213029</link>
			<description><![CDATA[Here are a few links I enjoyed recently.<br /><br />First up, Aztec whistles.  This guy reproduces them, and the sound (click on Slideshow) is truly creepy.  In fact, it&#039;s scary.<br /><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/TECH/science/06/30/pre-columbiansounds.ap/index.html" target="_blank" >Aztec Whistles of Death</a><br /><br />Weddings are strange things.  This lively article reveals a few surprises.<br /><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/wayoflife/06/27/wedding.traditions/index.html" target="_blank" >Bizarre Origins of Wedding Traditions</a><br /><br />Finally, the web before the web.  This manual, cross-indexed information system was, in my opinion, far more impressive than today&#039;s world wide web.<br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/17/science/17mund.html?_r=2&amp;8dpc=&amp;pagewanted=all&amp;oref=slogin" target="_blank" >The Mundaneum Museum</a>]]></description>
			<category>General</category>
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			<author>Charles L Flatt</author>
			<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 02:30:29 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>New Page: Funny Spam</title>
			<link>http://flattland.com/index.php?entry=entry080702-110318</link>
			<description><![CDATA[I&#039;ve added a new page to my Links, <a href="http://flattland.com/static.php?page=questionable_spam_language" >Funny Spam</a>.]]></description>
			<category>General, Humor, Social</category>
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			<author>Charles L Flatt</author>
			<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 15:03:18 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Prison Orchestra Inspiration</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[My brother sent me this article.  Inspiring!<br /><blockquote><b>Prison orchestras offer hope in Venezuela</b><br /><br /><a href="http://www.iht.com/articles/2008/06/22/america/journal.php" target="_blank" >http://www.iht.com/articles/2008/06/22/ ... ournal.php</a><br /><br />By Simon Romero<br />International Herald Tribune/The New York Times<br />Sunday, June 22, 2008<br /><br />LOS TEQUES, Venezuela: When Nurul Asyiqin Ahmad was delivered seven months ago to her cell at the National Institute for Feminine Orientation, a prison perched on a hill in this city of slums on the outskirts of Caracas, learning how to play Beethoven was one of the last things on her mind.<br /><br />&quot;The despair gripped me, like a nightmare had become my life,&quot; said Ahmad, 26, a shy law student from Malaysia who claims she is innocent of charges of trying to smuggle cocaine on a flight from Caracas to Paris. &quot;But when the music begins, I am lifted away from this place.&quot; Ahmad plays violin and sings in the prison&#039;s orchestra.<br /><br />In a project extending Venezuela&#039;s renowned system of youth orchestras to some of the most hardened prisons in the country, Ahmad and hundreds of other prisoners are learning a repertoire that includes Beethoven&#039;s Ninth Symphony, folk songs from the Venezuelan plains and Mercedes Sosa&#039;s classic lullaby &quot;Duerme Negrito.&quot;<br /><br />The budding musicians include murderers, kidnappers, thieves and, here at the women&#039;s prison, dozens of &quot;narcomulas,&quot; or drug mules, as small-scale drug smugglers are called. The project, which began a year ago, is expanding this year to five prisons in Venezuela from three.<br /><br />&quot;This is our attempt to achieve the humanization of prison life,&quot; said Kleiberth Lenin Mora, 32, a lawyer who helped create the prison orchestras, modeling them on the system that teaches tens of thousands of poor children in Venezuela classical music. &quot;We start with the simple idea that performing music lifts the human being to another level.&quot;<br /><br />Few nations have prison systems as much in need of humanizing as Venezuela, where 498 inmates out of a total population of 21,201 were murdered in 2007, according to the Venezuelan Prison Observatory, a group that monitors prison violence.<br /><br />The women&#039;s prison, the scene of gang fights and hunger strikes by inmates in recent months, is not immune to this violence. But it is not all bleak. Inmates have free access to the Internet. They can pay to use cellphones. A dispensary sells soft drinks and snack food.<br /><br />And now the prison, known as INOF, for its Spanish acronym, has its orchestra, which most of the more than 300 women incarcerated here opt to avoid. But the 40 or so who have joined find themselves enmeshed in an experience unexpected in their lives in or out of prison.<br /><br />&quot;Before this my music was reggaetón,&quot; said Irma González, 29, a street vendor serving a six-year sentence for robbery, referring to the fusion of reggae, hip hop and Latin pop that emanates from Venezuelan slums. Now she plays the double bass. Her proudest moment, she said, was when her four children, ages 14, 13, 10 and 9, recently came here to watch her play.<br /><br />&quot;When they applauded me, I finally felt useful in this life,&quot; González said, flashing an infectious smile that included a tongue-piercing offering a hint of past mischief. Like other participants, she hopes to reduce her term by playing in the orchestra, which judges may consider the equivalent of hours of study.<br /><br />Officials say it is too early to tell whether the project will improve overall conditions here and at the two male prisons where it started, in the Andean states of Mérida and Táchira. No stars have emerged like Gustavo Dudamel, the 27-year-old phenom from the youth orchestra system named as the next music director of the Los Angeles Philharmonic.<br /><br />For now, the project, which receives $3 million from President Hugo Chávez&#039;s government and the Inter-American Development Bank, takes baby steps. It staged its first public performance last month in Teresa Carreńo Theater in Caracas. And it focuses on requiring its participants to hew to a few specific rules.<br /><br />For instance, no one can threaten the professors, many of whom are drawn from the youth orchestra system. Everyone must speak clearly during discussions in the daily practice sessions. Everyone must stand up straight and take care of their instruments. Smoking and chewing tobacco are not allowed.<br /><br />The orchestra at INOF (or &quot;enough&quot;) is one of the most cosmopolitan in Venezuela. Foreigners arrested on drug smuggling charges comprise much of prison population. Women from Colombia, Spain, Malaysia and the Netherlands play instruments or sing in the chorus alongside Venezuelans.<br /><br />&quot;I drain away by bad thoughts in the orchestra,&quot; said Joanny Aldana, 29, a viola player serving a nine-year sentence for kidnapping and auto theft. Like some of the other inmates, she is imprisoned here with her child, a 2-year-old daughter. Still, she despairs sometimes. &quot;There&#039;s the pain of my children, of having destroyed my life, my youth,&quot; she said.<br /><br />Perhaps no amount of music can make up for such loss. Perhaps that explains the fervor with which some of the women play their instruments or sing. It is not uncommon to see one of them shedding a tear when a certain note is struck.<br /><br />For Yusveisy Torrealba, 18, that moment comes when the orchestra&#039;s chorus sings a few words from &quot;Caramba,&quot; the folk song by the Venezuelan composer Otilio Galíndez performed with the cuatro, a four-string guitar. Torrealba, caught in April taking cocaine on a flight to Orlando, looks no older than 16.<br /><br />In her soft voice, she sang this refrain for a visitor one recent afternoon: &quot;Caramba, my love, caramba / The things we have lost / The gossip I could hear / Between the rocks of the river.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Caramba,&quot; she repeated quietly, as if contemplating how much time remained in an eight-year sentence that began last month. &quot;The only thing keeping me together is this music.&quot;</blockquote>]]></description>
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			<author>Charles L Flatt</author>
			<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 20:27:14 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Hah, Figured You Might Try Escapin&#039;</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[What&#039;s nice about my friends is they&#039;ll let me know what they think, without thinking less of me.  I had a couple of responses both on and off line to my <a href="http://flattland.com/index.php?entry=entry080520-212518" >previous post</a>, and they were along the lines of &quot;what prompted this, and have you thought it through?&quot;  Jim Pendery began a conscientious exchange in his posted comment, making sure I wasn&#039;t losing perspective or becoming closed minded.  Jim&#039;s far-ranging interests, reading and abilities make him a Cincinnati--dare I say world-treasure.  Take a look at his <a href="http://www.danafinearts.com/Thumb%20pages/Painting%20thumbs.html" target="_blank" >mandala-nouveau-psychedelia-societal-celebratory art</a>.  Oh, and he paints <a href="http://www.danafinearts.com/Painting%20HTML%20Pages/Shady%20Grove.html" target="_blank" >landscapes</a>, too.  And this <a href="http://www.danafinearts.com/Painting%20HTML%20Pages/The%20Twenty-First%20Century.html" target="_blank" >lovely piece</a>.<br /><br />My friend Doug, in between taking me to school in pocket billiards the other night  (six ball run to win, sheesh!), engaged me in a thoughtful political discussion.  I don&#039;t talk much about politics or religion, and that trend shows in my web log.  Really, I don&#039;t write on this site in order to safely defend my viewpoints and pretend that the world would be so much better if everyone would just believe me.  I like to write about what&#039;s interesting in my life (not nearly enough), make you or me laugh, maybe get you thinking.  I love the quirkiness of us, our goofy actions.  <br /><br />To express is human.  To create art.  To love illusion.  Give us a solitary cell and a fingernail and we&#039;ll scratch our souls onto concrete.  We&#039;ll paint a forest with the water from our prison food.<br /><br />And love?  All animals love.  The complexity of our presentation of love, our ability to obscure love by chopping it to bits and throwing it along with selfishness, jealousy, and greed into our three-speed private blenders, those may be distinctly human.  But an iguana knows and shows love as well as we.  Probably better.  Simpler.<br /><br />Anyone recognize the source for this post&#039;s title?  It&#039;s from a Far Side, one of my all time favorites.  There&#039;s a western town, and a guy sitting on a horse, furiously trying to kick it into motion, and a sheriff looking at him, one hand on his hip, the other extended with something in it.  The caption reads, &quot;Hah!  Figured you might try escapin&#039;, Bert.  So I just took the liberty of removin&#039; your horse&#039;s brain.&quot;]]></description>
			<category>General, Social</category>
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			<author>Charles L Flatt</author>
			<pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 10:39:02 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Shameful Racism</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[Everyone&#039;s thinking it, and some are couching it politely, and I&#039;m going to say it right out.<br /><br />Senator Clinton won the racist vote in Virginia and Kentucky.<br /><br />While I&#039;m sure many voted for Clinton based on her policies, it&#039;s clear that most &quot;ain&#039;t gonna vote for no nigger.&quot;<br /><br />I&#039;m ashamed of these people.  They don&#039;t believe in America, in our Declaration, in our Constitution.  I can only hold out hope that they&#039;ll understand, soon, how much stronger we are together, united, a nation that brings out the best of its people no matter their heritage.<br /><br />Senator Obama is certainly getting his own racist vote, which is equally shameful.  We must move beyond this ridiculous prejudice.]]></description>
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			<author>Charles L Flatt</author>
			<pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 01:25:18 GMT</pubDate>
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