Teen Steganography

I found this short article in Wired to be fascinating:

In 440 BC, the Greek historian Herodotus first described a trick that spies used to send hidden messages. They’d write something on the wooden back of a wax tablet, then cover the message with wax bearing its own message. If enemies intercepted the tablet, they wouldn’t suspect it contained anything strange. It’s called steganography: hiding one message inside another.

Two thousand years later, teenagers are doing something similar to communicate with one another—on Facebook…

The solution is what researcher Danah Boyd has dubbed social steganography. Teenagers now post status updates that have two layers: A bland surface meaning intended for parents, and a deeper, richer significance that can be decoded only by close friends.

For example, Boyd interviewed one girl who was going through a breakup while on a class trip and wanted her friends to know but not her mother (who’d “have a heart attack”). So the teenager posted the chorus of a black-humor Monty Python song sung by a group of men who’ve been crucified. (“Always look on the bright side of life / Always look on the bright side of life!”) Her close friends, being fans of the movie, understood the reference and immediately messaged her to offer support. But her mother didn’t know the film, so she thought the lyrics were genuinely cheery and posted a response saying she was glad her daughter was happy.

And all this time I thought my teens just suffered from a severe lack of originality.

Income Inequality

Whether or not you agree with Joseph Stiglitz's take on income inequality in the US, I think you'll find his commentary to be thought provoking:

Alexis de Tocqueville once described what he saw as a chief part of the peculiar genius of American society—something he called “self-interest properly understood.” The last two words were the key. Everyone possesses self-interest in a narrow sense: I want what’s good for me right now! Self-interest “properly understood” is different. It means appreciating that paying attention to everyone else’s self-interest—in other words, the common welfare—is in fact a precondition for one’s own ultimate well-being. Tocqueville was not suggesting that there was anything noble or idealistic about this outlook—in fact, he was suggesting the opposite. It was a mark of American pragmatism. Those canny Americans understood a basic fact: looking out for the other guy isn’t just good for the soul—it’s good for business.

The top 1 percent have the best houses, the best educations, the best doctors, and the best lifestyles, but there is one thing that money doesn’t seem to have bought: an understanding that their fate is bound up with how the other 99 percent live. Throughout history, this is something that the top 1 percent eventually do learn. Too late.

New York City Subway 1986

Something that's normally mundane can become interesting in the proper context.  Video shot in the subway is pretty boring stuff, unless of course the video is 25 years old and provides a snapshot in time.  The video below was shot in the NYC subway system in 1986 and it's fascinating to me because if you didn't know the date of the filming you'd have to look fairly closely to figure out what's different about it.  Sure there are some women wearing dresses with shoulder pads, and some of the shoes have a decidedly old school look to them, but unlike every 80s movie ever made there's not a single pair of parachute pants or Thriller-esque leather jacket to be found.  What you will notice after a while is that not a single person is carrying a phone or other mobile device, which means that people are standing or walking without distraction.  You'll also notice an incredible amount of graffiti on the trains compared to today, and it's a reminder of what it was like before New York adopted the broken windows theory in the 90s.  So yes, this seemingly mundane film is actually a fascinating piece of history.

Conspiracy Killed the Streetcars

I've always wondered why streetcars went the way of the Do-Do, and now that many cities are considering using streetcars to meet their mass transit needs I think answering the question has become a little more urgent.  After all, if there were good reasons for trolleys to fall into disfavor then we need to know what they were so that we don't make the same mistakes again. I'd always assumed that it was related to the rise of the suburbs and the growing prevalence of cars in most Americans' lives, but to me that still didn't explain why trolleys disappeared in urban areas.  After all, they were already in place and why would you want to go to the expense of tearing them down to replace them with something like buses that may not add any more value to the transportation system.  Maybe buses DO have enough advantages over trolleys to make them a worthwhile replacement, but it just didn't seem logical to me.

In this interesting piece about Commander Edwin J. Quinby it seems that the demise of streetcars was precipitated in part by a conspiracy of companies and executives who would benefit directly from their fall into disfavor:

The threat Quinby had uncovered was a deadly one. In short, General Motors and a consortium of other large corporations, working through holding companies like National City Lines, had been buying up streetcar companies, scrapping their electric trolleys, and then locking the cities into contracts that required them to buy buses, parts and fuel from themselves. Mass Transportation magazine (which had named National City Lines’ president E. Roy Fitzgerald its Man of the Year) ridiculed Quinby and his manifesto. “Edwin J. Quinby took full advantage of the great American privilege of the free press to feed the lunatic fringe of radicals and crackpots springing up like weeds in the United States today,” Ross Schram wrote in a five-page cover article headlined “The Queer Case of Quinby.” “The document, printed on cheap paper, is natural fertilizer for suspicions, for disunity. What is the Quinby pattern? Was he used by some strange political influence?”

A year later–thanks in no small part to Quinby’s efforts–National City Lines, Inc., American City Lines, Inc., Pacific City Lines, Inc., the Standard Oil Company of California, the Federal Engineering Corporation, the Phillips Petroleum Company, the General Motors Corporation, the Firestone Tire & Rubber Company and the Mack Manufacturing Corporation were all indicted on anti-trust and conspiracy charges, along with seven executives: E. Roy Fitzgerald and Foster G. Beamsley of NCL; H.C. Grossman of General Motors; Standard Oil of California’s Henry C. Judd, L.R. Jackson of Firestone Tire & Rubber; and Frank B. Stradley and A.M. Hughes of Phillips Petroleum. They were convicted in 1949 and received slaps on the wrists. Each corporation was fined $5000; the executives were fined just $1. America’s trolleys continued their march to extinction.

Whether or not GM and its cohorts killed the trolleys by themselves or merely hastened their demise, there can be no doubt that they had spearheaded an illegal conspiracy that placed their corporate interests ahead of the public’s. Quinby’s mimeographed pamphlet might have looked and read like ravings from the fringe, but it was anything but. Just because you’re paranoid, as the saying goes, doesn’t mean that people aren’t out to get you.

1980

This past Tuesday night was a busy one at the day job – we had our annual awards dinner and we rolled out a new name and logo for the organization.  The organization was founded in 1980 and as I prepared for my emcee duties I decided to do a little research so that I could do a little retrospective on what the world was like 31 years ago.  It was fun, especially since I was in 8th grade in 1980 and while I do remember things like seeing Jimmy Carter on the news, I was your average self-absorbed teen and really wasn't aware of what was going on in my parents' day-to-day lives as they made their way through life.  Here's a taste of what I found using various sites online — I'm not going to vouch for absolute perfection on the numbers, but they're all close enough to give you a sense of what was going on at the time:

  • Soviet Union was in Afghanistan
  • US boycotted the Moscow Olympics
  • Pink Floyd’s Another Brick in the Wall was top song
  • A bunch of people tuned into Dallas to see who shot JR Ewing and Bo and Luke Duke were driving around being chased by the dumbest sheriff ever born.
  • First fax machines were available in Japan
  • Average 30 year mortgage rate was 15.28%
  • Yearly rate of inflation was 13.58%
  • Median value of a house in NC was $36,000 ($101,000 in today’s dollars)
  • Average monthly gross rent in NC was $205 ($577 in today’s dollars)
  • Gallon of gas cost $1.19 ($3.35 in today’s dollars)
  • NC unemployment rate in March, 1980 was 5.2%

The first time I ever signed my name to a mortgage was in 1993 and I remember the loan officer telling me and my wife that we were really lucky to be able to get our sub-9% mortgage, and telling us what a wonderful thing PMI was so that we didn't have to put down more than 10% for our loan. I remember agreeing with him because I could remember my mom and stepfather talking about their wonderful 16% note just 14 years earlier (mainly because I was bored to death sitting at the closing for that purchase when I was a self-absorbed teenager).  I also remember sweating bullets as we were asked uncomfortable questions about payments that were a week late on store charge cards a couple of years earlier, and even about some late payments I'd had in college. You can imagine my shock when I started reading about no-look loans, and you can also probably imagine why I'm not particularly sympathetic to those who get their panties in a twist when mortgage rates bounce up a scootch to 4.7%.  It's all a matter of perspective.

What I Want to Do When I Grow Up

An update from my Mom, who's on a trip that's given me a glimpse into what I'd like to do when I grow up and retire:

A bit of drama on the high seas for this report.  We are now only a few hours from Ascension Island, finishing the third of our days at sea since St. Helena.  This afternoon the captain saw a fishing vessel without appropriate identification within the restricted waters that surround Ascension, so we varied from our course to catch up with it and get the numbers and name painted on the side.  It seems to be either Chinese, Japanese or Korean, and is very similar to one the Endeavor – the Lindblad sister ship – identified on this same voyage in 2008. All of the information has now been forwarded to Ascension, just as it was then, but since Ascension is without any real fishing patrol boat, apparently little can be done.

While all that was going on, the ship doctors were arranging a med-evac for one of the women on board, who has been ill for two days now, with symptoms that the limited diagnostic equipment on board fails to identify.  She is the wife of one of the National Geographic photographers, so she is going into the hospital on Ascension.

Then, the decision was made to send the ROV (Remote Observation Vehicle) to investigate a sea mount, which is an underwater volcano that has been eroded by seawater so that the top is essentially flattened.  This particular one is three miles in diameter and 50 feet deep. The diver/naturalist on board reported that he now has the first photographs taken of this area.  He most probably will organize the images for a report within the next couple of days.  Bert was on the bridge to watch all this, and is bringing home the fathometer profile.

And, finally, the crew went fishing for our dinner and brought in a very large yellow-tail tuna and a wahoo, both more than enough for one of the dinner options.  They also struggled for 45 minutes with an even larger fish, this time close to the ship, so there was an opportunity to watch.  Eventually, the line broke, but there was plenty of entertainment. Plus, when they were exiting the side gate to get into the zodiac to go fishing, a very small Portuguese man of war washed in, so we were treated with an up front and personal look at a cereal bowl full of potential menace!

Up early tomorrow morning for a zodiac tour around Boatswain Bird Island, home to thousands of birds, and a full day tour of Ascension, closing with a late night visit to the beaches where the turtles are laying their eggs.  What's fascinating is that the males never come on shore, but the females may come on shore more than once, each time leaving behind as many as 100 fertilized eggs.  Because they are vegetarians, though, they breed here, but don't feed here.  Instead they swim all the way to the coast of South America to feed.  Obviously, they can go months without eating.  If they swim west, finding that coast isn't difficult.  What IS difficult to imagine is their finding this island when they come back, and even more so the little guys who are born here, and also make that journey.  Whew!

 

Corruption, Violence and Scumbaggery

Continuing the theme from the previous post may I present another great job listing:

We want to add some talent to the Sarasota Herald-Tribune investigative team. Every serious candidate should have a proven track record of conceiving, reporting and writing stellar investigative pieces that provoke change. However, our ideal candidate has also cursed out an editor, had spokespeople hang up on them in anger and threatened to resign at least once because some fool wanted to screw around with their perfect lede…

For those unaware of Florida’s reputation, it’s arguably the best news state in the country and not just because of the great public records laws. We have all kinds of corruption, violence and scumbaggery. The 9/11 terrorists trained here. Bush read My Pet Goat here. Our elections are colossal clusterf***s.(Blogger's Note: the asterisks are mine.  I don't mind the f-bomb myself, but some family members who read this thing do). Our new governor once ran a health care company that got hit with a record fine because of rampant Medicare fraud. We have hurricanes, wildfires, tar balls, bedbugs, diseased citrus trees and an entire town overrun by giant roaches (only one of those things is made up). And we have Disney World and beaches, so bring the whole family.

Winston-Salem’s Legacy 100,000 People Video

Just got a nice email from Kelly Bennett, Planner with the City-County Planning Board, about the work they're going to do to update the Legacy Plan.  Info can be found here, but I thought you'd like the video they've come up with to promote their work.  Fun note, at least for me: the last scene of the video was shot by the rooftop pool at the Nissen Building which is where I got my head shaved last summer for my office's food drive for Second Harvest.

 

Job Requirements

People will read the darndest things.  For example, lots of people read the obituaries on a daily basis.  Why? Not sure, but I'm guessing that when you reach a certain age you begin to do it in an effort to see which of your peers is no longer with us.  Personally, I enjoy reading job postings on occassion.  Why?  Because you'll find some of the most bizarre stuff there, mostly because I don't believe a grasp of the English language is required for most HR positions, but also because outlining job requirements often leads job listers to write some really funny stuff.  To support my case I give you this jewel from the "Physical Demands" section of a job listing for a Marketing Communications Manager:

While performing the duties of this job, the employee is regularly required to use hands to finger, handle, or feel; reach with hands and arms; and talk or hear.  The employee frequently is required to stand, walk, and sit.

Could the writer have made the first sentence, before the first semicolon, any more disturbing?

Before you say it let me just state that I understand why they have to write this, but it doesn't make it any less funny that they did indeed have to write it. I'm also left to wonder why they didn't also write "use lips and tongue to form words, and use ears to hear" instead of just "talk and hear?"

Later, in the "Work Environment" section of the job listing, the writer attempts to make office work sound somehow more adventurous than it is:

While performing the duties of this job, the employee is occasionally exposed to moving mechanical parts and risk of electrical shock.  The noise level in the work environment is usually moderate (business office equipment).

Translation: Some goobs manage to get themselves shocked when they un-jam the copier.