Wednesday, November 19, 2008

I need help. Am I getting old and sentimental?

BBC World is airing a British Airways commercial for their new Terminal 5 hub at Heathrow. Whenever it comes on, I transcend into an elevated state of sentimental paralysis. What the hell is wrong with me? Where is my cynic gene? On holiday? Or has living in the US atrophied my ability to keep a hardened shell between my inner feelings and external presentment of an unimpressionable facade? Am I now destined to shed tears over the sounds of Christmas Carols? I think I need help....

Monday, October 27, 2008

If only this could be true!

Lately I have been thinking what kind of grass roots campaign could be started to avoid the inconvenience of turning America into a welfare state. I have to confess that I was somewhat surprised that I actually held the key! Unfortunately, it took Mr Obama and his advisors to point it out to me via a rather ingenious "get out the vote" ploy. The video below is a generic version which you can send to friends where they add the name of the friend. Check the example with my name embedded. If only it could be true? Actually, I will be voting.

Seriously, this country does need a lot of fixin' but it does NOT need a 'tax the rich to feed the poor' / 'tax the corporations, who needs jobs anyway' economic policy. As much as I like Mr Obama, and think he would make a great president, the combination of his naieve economic and health care policies and a Congress with a filibuster busting Democrat majority is a horror too horrible to consider.

I know that the WSJ is owned by the right wing neocon Rupert Murdoch, but it is the only newspaper that has made any effort to evaluate Obama's economic policies in any level of detail. The latest comparative analysis can be seen here.

Friday, September 12, 2008

In a desperate attempt to rationalize Web 2.0, I'm trying Ping.fm to see if it is practical to consolidate one's social interactions.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Hot, flatulent, and deluded.....

I am despondent. here I was enjoying some excellent British comedy on BBC - the US cable edition with the swearwords considerately excised in case my sensibilities would be offended. Wait, my sensibilities fucking were offended. Which sanctimonious self righteous conservative intolerant throwback from the time of Moses gave the FCC the power to censor the BBC, yet HBO, another pay for cable channel, can proudly exercise the first amendment even if I don't want naked midgets fist fucking in my living room?

Well, this blog IS titled Angry Elephants, not Mildly Disgruntled Elephants. You should have known that this could go downhill from the moment you read that. After all, the blog is black, not fuscia. How many more visual cues should I give? For fucks sake? O.k., a little steam let-off is good as it might reinvigorate that part of my brain that searches for adjectives/adverbs/conjunctions/gerunds and other assorted grammatical terms but often comes up woefully short, requiring me to resort to enunciations of that glorious, multi-faceted, and infinitely expressive string of letters that Shakespeare him/herself would have used ad nauseam were it contemporaneous of the era, quite how it is so universally reviled in the US is quite beyond me, even after 11 years and swearing (sic) the pledge of allegiance. But as usual, I digress, nay I bloviate (a recent addition to the popular vernacular of the political pundits) which cunningly allows me to segway to part of the cause of my current discontent.

After 6 years of waiting, hesitation, and humiliation, I finally "earnt" the right to vote in the USA. Sadly for me the first opportunity to vote caught me off guard as I was neither here nor there mentally, and the country was in the grip of a hysterical, historical rewrite, in which a decorated war veteran was slandered in a public rape that led to the re-election of the (now) most unpopular President the nation has ever seen. So, like a deer in headlights, I failed to vote. A further 4 years passed and this time I was prepared, having registered for a local nomination for a senatorial contestant, I have been sharpening my democratic scythe, preparing to topple the presidential hopeful that stood in the way of my American dream.

But wait, still two months away and hardly an acrimonious word has been uttered in the presidential race, relative to 2000 and 2004, and yet I am already feeling like my scythe is but a feather in the face of the hurricane of delusionary and ill-conceived policies and lowest common denominator rhetoric. BOTH candidates are standing in the way of MY American dream. In this land of choice, this land of the free, where do I now place my vote?

We have on the one hand an inexperienced idealist that has no ability to think on his feet, nor talk off script, who thinks that taxing wealthy individuals and small corporations is the way out of the current a/c deficit and underfunded social security, and on the other hand a bomb-em-before-they-bomb-us wannabe octogenarian that thinks drilling the arctic refuge for 2% of the US oil needs, only available in ten years time, is a way of relieving dependency on foreign oil today.

Fuck me, a high school student could come up with better plans than both of these idiots. Hilary certainly had this better thought out, imho. And therein lies the problem. Hilary, cast as shrill, cold, emotional, part of the DC establishment, polarizing and probably the devil incarnate somewhere in Utah, by the "free" press, had better policies, more comprehensively thought out, than any other nominee. Sure, she fucked up in the early part of her campaign, but her policies did not change. The American people, over(sic)saturated with celebrity and "reality" entertainment, have lost the ability to evaluate complex socio-economic situations even if their very future livelihood depends upon it. That is not to say a good generalization carries to all corners of the room. There are of course many smart Americans out there. I just wish they would wake up and realize the evangelical tidal wave is not fodder for the John Stewart show on Comedy Channel, but a frothing, roaring, life destroying force that is pushing the US back into the Dark Ages of intolerance and isolation from the world.

In a literary stroke of genius, I slide gracefully into the final source of my despondent reverie. I recently had the good fortune to attend a lecture of the 3 time Pulitzer prize winning NY Times columnist, Thomas Friedman, author of "The World is Flat", at my son's school, where he presented his latest book, "Hot, Flat, and Crowded", no doubt, soon to be a best seller as he panders to, wait for it, NATIONALISM!

Mr Friedman has disappointed me. On many levels. Most notably, he has given a face to the arrogant entitlement that pervades the American populace, crowding out the many moderate, worldy, and charitable people that make up this land. The premise of his book is apparently (as I have only his presentation to draw from, having been turned off from setting aside "The God Delusion" by Richard Dawkins to read his latest pontifications) that developing nations in their quest to attain the American Dream, will make the same mistakes as America in mortgaging the future for the now, and that America needs to lead the world in a green technological revolution in order to circumvent a global catastrophe, and re-instate the US in its rightful place as the leader of the "free" world. In fairness to him, he did state that if America did not rise to this challenge and regain leadership of the world, America would become a broken nation (I paraphrase).

I posit that the rest of the world are not so stupid. Yes the developing nations are consuming resources at a fantastic rate that cannot be sustained, but they differ in many ways. First, they (as Mr Friedman wistfully pointed out) benefit from, dare we say, dictatorships? In other words, the leaders of these nations, if so inclined, can enforce regulations that appear punitive in the short term without seeking approval from a congress and senate (ref the closure of factories in Beijing in preparation for the Olympics). Second, the largest of these developing nations, China, are genetically wired to think long term. They are not driven by next quarter's earnings estimates, they plan 50 years and out. They have been doing so for thousands of years (when left uninterrupted by colonial powers). Third, the Chinese and Indians, the two fastest growing populations and economies, are producing more engineers and scientists each year than America does cocktail waitresses. And where are many of these students studying? Why, in the ivy institutions of America, of course. And, thanks to the wonderfully astute immigration policies (that neither presidential candidate appears keen to materially change), they have an added incentive to return home with their new-found knowledge of nano-technology or bio-electrical processes upon receiving their degrees. America first trained China in advanced manufacturing techniques to the point of self sufficiency, and now instills their engineers with the spirit of innovation. As a nation, they have a great legacy of innovation (lest we forget the printing press, gunpowder...) and they are imbued with a great diversity of cultures within their borders which is a proven incubus for creativity and innovation. And no one doubts their work ethic, nor that of the Indians.

So, Mr Friedman, like the quote of the wise Sir Winston Churchill: "America can be depended on to do the right thing--after they have tried everything else", while America continues to thrash at the problem, I believe that at the very least, the Chinese will pay heed to history and avoid many (not all) of the mistakes made by Western Nations, and they will do the right thing for themselves, and consequently for this planet. In doing so, they will set the standards for the world to follow, assuming leadership at the table of man.

The American empire is in decline. And hence my despondency.

Dim Sum, anyone?

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Saturday, October 06, 2007

The Bizzness. How will I afford it??

The Desmosedici RR: an exercise of pure vanity, or an exercise of pure lunacy. Only the rider can decide. A true Moto GP motorcycle adapted for the road. Never attempted by a manufacturer before, and likely never again. The equivalent perhaps of a Porsche GT2, developed for race, built by the race division, by hand, but homologated for the road. As with the Porsche GT2, likely too stiff for riding on real roads, but combined with ergonomics that only work above 100mph, and the probability of overheating in stop start traffic, just what is the point of owning one? In a word, exclusivity.

First, a look at Jay Leno's latest addition to his Garage, then follows a look at the production prototype and then an interview with Claudio Domenicali.





Here is the first test ride by a reporter from MCN.

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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Mormons, beware

Every now and then, I find something on the web that really resonates with my own pent-up feelings. Unfortunately, it is hard to digest when I discover it is an Australian that has had the brilliance to articulate those feelings:



Sunday, June 24, 2007

Delta, oh Delta, I do despair....

Being stuck in Rochester airport has no advantages. The tannoy system (loudspeaker announcements) is shrill and penetrates the cortex like a dentist's drill. The announcements themselves are no more intelligible than at the average airport, making it even more grating. The only bar serves appalling wine, JW Dundee's Ales & Lagers, but it seems it has good beer if that is your poison. I would be inclined to try the beer if the bar didn't stink of popcorn.

All the concessions are stagged by surly 3rd worlders. I have nothing against immigrants, quite the contrary, but Rochester International Airport seems to have made it a policy to hire the most surly, inarticulate and ugly immigrants available. Perhaps it is actually a government ploy to deliberately alienate the general public against immigrants, a sort of affirmative alienation policy. Wouldn't be the first time they did it. Putting people of colour into jobs beyond their skills only served to stoke the flames of racial tension rather than alleviate them.

I have Delta to thank for this sour mood I am cultivating. Thanks to one of the few positive features I can write about Rochester's airport in real time: that is, free wifi internet access (the others being it is small, uncrowded, and has lots of windows letting in the light of day). My flight was scheduled to depart at 3:35pm and is now, as I write, scheduled for 6:45pm. I daren't check on the latest time because each time I have checked it has been later than the last. Of course, the new "emerged from bankruptcy" Delta has not chosen to upgrade their customer service with such trivial details as communicating the reasons for the delay nor offering any solace such as drinks voucher or even an effort to move them onto the next scheduled flight which is now departing before my flight.

One thing I will give them credit for is the automated phone call they have given me twice to inform me in painful detail that my flight is delayed and making it VERY clear that it is a flight operated by one of their partners, the computer seemingly implying that it is not Delta's fault, even though I bought a Delta ticket and as far as I am concerned, this is is a Delta issue.

If anyone from Delta cares to listen, this is the kind of shit that got you into trouble in the first place. Piss off customers and they move their business elsewhere. I need to come back to Rochester in 6 weeks. Guess what? Airtran operates a direct flight from Atlanta. No prizes for guessing which airline will be getting my business six weeks from now.

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