This clip illustrates the biggest problem in how some folks see their job in Congress. This is Greg Walden, Chair of the House Energy and Commerce Committee, announcing he will have a hearing on "rules of the road for the Internet," i.e., the net neutrality legislation they want to pass so they can stop worrying about it.
Who does he invite? The CEOs of the biggest tech companies and the CEOs of the biggest ISPs. Why? Because for Walden, thats who matters. It's about brokering an industry compromise. Because it can't possibly be that there is an issue that doesn't involve mediating between giant companies.
But don't take my word for it. Play the clip.
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It's been a stressful week. The worst thing to happen, of course, was Jordin Kare's death on Wednesday. Friday we went down to Seattle both to check on the apartment, and to look for a kitten at Cat City. There were some wonderful ones, but they were all on hold. We went on a wild cat chase up to Lynnwood, only to find that the kitten we'd wanted to meet had been adopted while we were on the road.
The second pod was unloaded yesterday, mostly using hired muscle. It filled an appalling amount of space in the garage (I set up the plastic shelves down the center, and there are piles (mostly of book boxes) next to it. So there's that.) I had a bit of a meltdown this morning upacking mostly kitchen stuff, including the Peter Rabbit plate that I'd had as a kid, and realizing that we didn't have nearly enough room for even the reduced amount of stuff we brought, and concerned about money, and, and, and,... The usual stuff that happens when the brain weasels go out to play with the black dog.
We currently have two boxes of stuff to give away, one for my daughter who has just gotten engaged, and a largeish pile for G.
However, despite the stress, our first full week here has mostly been pretty good. Colleen's new caregiver, G", is working out quite well. (Glenn is G; our previous housekeeper, Giselle, was G'. This one is named Gina, so, ... After her I'm switching to subscripts.) Molly, our Chevy Bolt, is finally getting fully charged every day or two. (I am somewhat amused by the fact that she sends me a text when she's done charging. Molly is not amused by being mistaken for a wallboard anchor.)
Our beds are here, but we're waiting until after the new floor is in (Tuesday) to set them up, since moving them would involve taking them apart and setting them up again -- not worth it.
Our cats are at least not fighting; we're still keeping them separate until we can (hopefully) re-introduce them. We've bought a couple of Feliway pheromone diffusers - one for the main area of the house, and one for the room we plan to use for the re-introduction.
I have also replaced the ionization fire detector nearest the kitchen with a photoelectric one. Ionization detectors are sensitive to open flames, and we have a gas stove. Bad combination.
I'd stopped at Home Depot on the way to work to pick up a plumber's snake, and then used it to unclog the shower drain, which it did nicely, pulling up a ball of hair approximately the size and shape and general appearance of a standard-issue mouse rodent. (It was in fact hair, though, and not a mouse rodent that had somehow crawled into the shower drain, which ew.) Played a good game of Robot Turtles with Q, did Junie's bedtime, and now it's my bedtime.
Jordin Kare died yesterday, from complications of aortic valve replacement surgery. I am still somewhat in shock. He was younger than Colleen.
There is not much to be grateful for on this Thursday, but I am profoundly
grateful for Jordin's music, which has been part of my life's soundtrack
since at least the early 1980s. He was one of the founders of Off Centaur
Publications, publishers of the Westerfilk songbooks and many fine filk
tapes. (Jordin did the typesetting for Westerfilk I using
troff, which led to a number of typos involving single
quotes, which troff treats specially if they're the first character in a
Last night Naomi and I sang a few of his songs -- "Fire In the Sky", "The Designer" and "The Engineer", "Waverider", and all I could remember of "Kantrowitz 1972". It wasn't until this morning that I found the lyrics for that and "Sail for Amber", Colleen's favorite.
I just ...
Perfect summer reading for your inner wonk.
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I predicted as far back as November that repeal would be far too disruptive for the Republicans to accomplish. What people inside and outside DC failed to understand was the disconnect between inside DC and outside DC. Inside DC, the assumption was that repeal of the ACA was merely politics. Outside DC, the assumption was that return to the status quo ante 2010 was impossible. Why? Because the entire industry, as I keep pointing out, had reoriented itself around the ACA.
Meanwhile, Republicans still think this is about politics. Sure, to some degree it is. But if you screw things up too much then it becomes a political disaster for your side.
It turns out that there's no Music AH for Worldcon 75.
I mean, on one level, I'm not shedding any tears over screwups with the convention after they booted me (and the way it was done). But on the other hand, my friends are going to miss out on a lot of the activity they enjoy at the convention because there's nobody put it together.