Scenes From A Multiverse, 2 July 2014.
About seven years ago the wickedness of all this suddenly “rose from [my] mind’s abyss, like an unfather’d vapour”—as the poet once said. We were in fact discussing that very poet, Wordsworth, and that very passage in the Prelude. The class was talking in such animated ways about what it might mean that I began to feel they were losing hold of the poem’s words as they raised up and tracked through great thickets of ideas. So I called a halt and asked a bright student to help clear the air. “George, read the passage for the class.”
It was appalling. He stumbled across that splendid set of lines like “one that hath been stunn’d / And is of sense forlorn”—wrecking the phonemes, the phrasings, the entire play of the metrical scheme in its unfolding grammatical order. He couldn’t read the poem. He could “read off” the poem and generate all sorts of ideas. But the oral delivery? It was a total crack-up.
—Jerome McGann, Radiant Textuality, ch. 1 (p. 31 in ISBN 1-4039-6436-X)
Selection of photos taken at the annual parade at the 2014 solstice festival in Santa Barbara, California.
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade I
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade II
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade III
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade IV
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade V
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade VI
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade VII
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade VIII
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade IX
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade X
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade XI
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade XII
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade XIII
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade XIV
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade XV
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade XVI
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade XVII
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade XVIII
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade XIX
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade XX
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade XXI
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade XXII
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade XXIII
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade XXIV
Santa Barbara Solstice Parade XXV
More of my photos from the 2014 solstice parade can be seen on Flickr.
Selection of photos from the 2014 San Francisco Pride festival.
San Francisco Pride Festival I
San Francisco Pride Festival II
San Francisco Pride Festival III
San Francisco Pride Festival IV
San Francisco Pride Festival V
San Francisco Pride Festival VI
San Francisco Pride Festival VII
San Francisco Pride Festival VIII
San Francisco Pride Festival IX
San Francisco Pride Festival X
San Francisco Pride Festival XI
San Francisco Pride Festival XII
San Francisco Pride Festival XIII
San Francisco Pride Festival XIV
San Francisco Pride Festival XV
San Francisco Pride Festival XVI
San Francisco Pride Festival XVII
San Francisco Pride Festival XVIII
San Francisco Pride Festival XIX
San Francisco Pride Festival XX
This shit happens all the time.
I spent twenty minutes arranging photos in a photoset (because Tumblr always seems to decide that it’s better at arranging my photos in an order it likes than I am, so it doesn’t bother to arrange them in the order I named them, and I have to drag them around in its slow, clumsy interface) and typing a description, and then I get up to get another cup of coffee and find that Tumblr has dumped five of the ten photos and popped up this useless, uninformative error message (in red, above). The cherry in the ice-cream soda? The web site tells me to “try again later,” implying that there’s nothing I can do, but then warns me that I have unsaved work when I try to reload the page. The implication seems to be that, when there’s a technical problem preventing me from saving my work, I should save my work.
Which means, I guess, that I get to re-do the work I did earlier in the hope that somehow, this time, it might work. (Update: it did, but took nearly 20 minutes to post when I clicked “Post.”) This isn’t how Tumblr worked when I signed up for it: it was reliably functional. But that was before Yahoo! bought it last year. Maybe it’s worth saying again that Yahoo! kills every good service they purchase. Or, as Mat Honan put it on Gizmodo, “sadly, Yahoo’s steady march of incompetence doesn’t bode well for making use of these valuable properties. If the Internet really were a series of tubes, Yahoo would be the leaking sewage pipe, covering everything it comes in contact with in watered-down shit.”
Photos in this series:
Body Freedom Contingent I
Body Freedom Contingent II
Body Freedom Contingent III
Body Freedom Contingent IV
Body Freedom Contingent V
Body Freedom Contingent VI
Body Freedom Contingent VII
Body Freedom Contingent VIII
Body Freedom Contingent IX
Body Freedom Contingent X
Body Freedom Contingent XI
Body Freedom Contingent XII
Body Freedom Contingent XIII
Body Freedom Contingent XIV
Body Freedom Contingent XV
Another complaint about the technical services provided by the University. At least this time my complaint about technical services was not met with bald-faced lying, total incompetence, or assertions that it’s my fault, which is refreshing. However, the response “we outsource that service instead of providing it directly, so there’s really nothing we can do but kick your complaint upstream to the company from which we outsource it” isn’t exactly satisfying, either. Especially given that the decision to outsource to Microsoft was made without bothering to consult the users who are actually affected by it (I’ve complained about this before).
Subject: [UCSB Support Desk Collaboration] Re: U-Mail Help Request - patrickmooney
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Date: 05/14/2014 11:07 AM
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Your request (#19708) has been updated.
Randall Ehren, May 14 11:07:
Hi Patrick -
Our monitoring service noticed a big lag with SMTP connection times last week - noted in the attachment to this ticket - not exactly the cause of the main slowness you had but likely compounded.
We have raised this issue with Microsoft as it is a real problem for Thunderbird SMTP users. In the meantime they have suggested turning the concurrent IMAP connection count down to 1 (Thunderbird default is 5 - I am happy to provide detailed instructions if you’d like) - as the larger part of your slowness stems from having copy the message to your Sent/Sent Items folder.
Thank you for the screencast, it’s useful for us to demonstrate to MS what the customer experience is like.
Patrick Mooney, May 13 01:54:
Contact by: student e-mail - [my school email address]
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I use Thunderbird 24.5.0 under Linux to check my U-Mail account. I experience a variety of constant problems that seem to be related to server timeouts. For instance, the most common of these problems is that emails take FOREVER to send. Example: here is a screencast of me trying to send an email that doesn’t go out in OVER TWENTY MINUTES: https://app.box.com/s/m9psk8wgx7e3y6zyxfrg
There are plenty of other problems that seem to have server timeouts as a root cause. The basic problem seems to be that any request to the server may or may not actually complete in a reasonable time frame. So, trying to drag one or more emails from my U-Mail mailbox in Thunderbird to a local folder may result in the messages being moved … or it may just result in a little spinning icon when I hold the mouse over the list of messages in the account. No way to tell.
Needless to say, this is completely unacceptable. This is 2014, not 1994. I receive dozens and dozens of emails every day. A slow server that takes several minutes to complete requests — if they complete at all — makes just monitoring and responding to emails an excruciating burden. Requests to the server need to complete quickly and reliably, not be a coin-toss that can take twenty minutes or more to fall on the “works” or “doesn’t work” side of the coin.
Once the server starts timing out, the likelihood that future requests will time out increases dramatically. Similarly, while I’m waiting for one task to complete, trying to accomplish another task that also involves making a server request is vastly more likely to fail. The only way to get the server to respond again is to stop working, close down Thunderbird, wait for it to close completely, and then restart it. Because this can take four minutes or more, and sometimes needs to happen ten times a day, this is also completely unacceptable.
This is 2014. The technology needs to work. I have verified that my server settings are correct (you can see this in the video). Please tell me what I need to do to fix this problem.
Please reply to this message if you have further problems or
questions. If we don’t hear from you within 5 days we’ll assume this issue
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A series of photos of Cornelia Parker’s installation Anti-Mass (2005), currently on display at the De Young Museum in San Francisco.
The fragments of wood that constitute the sculpture were salvaged from a burned Black Baptist Church in Alabama, set on fire by arsonists.
An evening with Neil Gaiman, FourPlay, and Eddie Campbell, at the Warfield in San Francisco. Many wonderful things happened during the evening, including a full-length reading by Gaiman of the artists’ collaborative work The Truth Is a Cave in the Black Mountains, with accompanying music performed, and accompanying artwork projected on a screen.
As in other circumstances when I’ve thought “I’ll just take the backup camera,” I forgot to consider such questions as whether the backup camera performs decently in the dark. Sigh.
BLACK. Things can change.
WHITE. No they cant.
BLACK. You could be wrong.
WHITE. I dont think so.
BLACK. But that aint somethin you have a lot of in your life.
WHITE. What isnt?
BLACK. Bein wrong.
WHITE. I admit it when I’m wrong.
BLACK. I dont think so.
WHITE. Well, you’re entitled to your opinion.
—Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited (p. 113 in ISBN 978-0307278364)
BLACK. I aint sure I’m followin you, Professor.
WHITE. There’s nothing to follow. It’s all right. The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didnt know that. I thought they were indestructible. They werent.
BLACK. And that’s what sent you off the edge of the platform. It wasnt nothin personal.
WHITE. It is personal. That’s what an education does. It makes the world personal.
WHITE. Hm what.
BLACK. Well. I was just thinkin that them is some pretty powerful words. I dont know that I got a answer about any of that and it might be that they aint no answer. But still I got to ask what is the use of notions such as them if it wont keep you glued down to the platform when the Sunset Limited comes through at eighty mile a hour.
WHITE. Good question.
BLACK. I thought so.
WHITE. I dont have an answer to any of that either. Maybe it’s not logical. I dont know. I dont care. I’ve been asked didnt I think it odd that I should be present to witness the death of everything and I do think it’s odd but that doesnt mean it’s not so. Someone has to be here.
—Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited (pp. 25-26 in ISBN 978-0307278364)
This metaphor works for SO MANY THINGS.
"It’s like being buried alive in a burlap bag full of starving rats."
Original source (with context).