Saturn by night

Taken last July by cameras on board the Cassini-Huygens spacecraft. From the wonderful Astronomy Picture of the Day site. The link for this image is here. The blurb explains:

In contrast to the human-made lights that cause the nighttime side of Earth to glow faintly, Saturn’s faint nighttime glow is primarily caused by sunlight reflecting off of its own majestic rings. The … image was taken when the Sun was far in front of the spacecraft. From this vantage point, the northern hemisphere of nighttime Saturn, visible on the left, appears eerily dark. Sunlit rings are visible ahead, but are abruptly cut off by Saturn’s shadow. In Saturn’s southern hemisphere, visible on the right, the dim reflected glow from the sunlit rings is most apparent. Imprinted on this diffuse glow, though, are thin black stripes not discernable to any Earth telescope — the silhouetted C ring of Saturn. Cassini has been orbiting Saturn since 2004 and its mission is scheduled to continue until 2008.

Here’s a funny thing…

GMSV reports that

Asked to testify Sept. 28 before the investigative subcommittee of House Energy and Commerce are Board Chairwoman Patricia Dunn; HP legal counsel Ann Baskins; Larry Sonsini, a prominent Silicon Valley lawyer who is HP’s external lawyer, and Ronald R. DeLia, a Needham, Mass., private investigator and operator of Security Outsourcing Solutions….

Note the name Sonsini. Larry W. Sonsini is a senior member of the prominent Silicon Valley legal firm of Wilson Sonsini Goodrich & Rosati. But, curiously, the firm’s Web site makes no mention of their Chairman’s exciting forthcoming appearance before Congress.

Later… I’ve just come on Dan Gillmor’s view:

If I was running either the Chronicle or the Merc, I would be assigning my best investigative folks to look deeply into Sonsini and his law firm. The story has been done, but never in the depth I suspect it deserves….

Dan has covered the Valley for years and is one of its shrewdest observers.

More on Sonsini here.

50 years’ hard

Something I’d forgotten — the hard drive had its 50th birthday the other day. IBM introduced the 305 RAMAC computer (shown here) on September 13th, 1956. It was the first computer to include a disk drive — named the IBM 350 Disk File. The file system consisted of a stack of fifty 24″ spinning discs with a total storage capacity of about 4.4 MB. IBM leased it to customers for $35,000 a year. How times change.

NHS vs. Harley Street: no contest

Lovely column by Vanora Bennett on how her grandad was finally cured of his belief that private medicine must be best because you’re paying for it.

And, within 24 hours of excellent treatment, the problem was solved. At lunchtime the next day Grandad was sitting up by his bed, doing the Times crossword and chatting with the nurses, as cheerful as anything. He wasn’t coughing at all.  “Dr Wu took me off the medicine and put me on something else,” he said happily. “I haven’t coughed once since she did.”

It was that simple – a bit of intelligent, disinterested medical care from an NHS doctor who wasn’t looking at a fee of thousands of pounds – just a person in need of attention and reassurance. Despite all the cuts that the Royal Free has been suffering, it can still do better for its patients than the smartest of private care…

Surprises ahead?

My colleague, William Keegan, thinks that Tony Blair may be preparing to spring a surprise. He reports that a close associate of the Prime Minister has told friends that he is concerned about his own future because Blair could be gone ‘in a fortnight’.

When people who know the Prime Minister’s mind begin to panic about their future, there must be at least a chance that Blair is thinking of bowing out at the Labour Party conference in Manchester next week. It would be a dramatic thing to do, and, with recordings of Laurence Olivier in John Osborne’s The Entertainer now on general release, he might learn a few extra tricks from that master of final appearances. Suddenly there could even be sympathy for him. It would surely be preferable to dragging out the agony for a further nine months of pregnant expectation. In effect he could be emulating Denis Healey’s apocryphal speechwriter who, according to that formidable ex-Chancellor, once left his minister in the lurch: when the latter turned to page four of his speech, all he found were the words: ‘From now on you’re on your own, you bugger.’

In Blair’s position I should certainly want to leave the stage as fast as possible and let the rest of them sort it out. Recent events in the Labour Party are worthy of Honore de Balzac, specifically the passage in Cousin Bette where we are told: ‘Complaint, long repressed, was on the point of breaking the frail envelope of discretion.

‘Oh, that frail envelope!

Myspace or his space?

This morning’s Observer column

Opinions vary on Rupert Murdoch. Some see him as the genius who has built the world’s only truly global media empire; others as the Tyrannosaurus Rex of mass culture. Playwright Dennis Potter despised him so much that when he was dying of cancer he christened his tumour ‘Rupert’. In between are a lot of media folk who spend every waking hour wondering what Murdoch is up to – and what he will do next…

The path to 9/11

Hindsight, as the man said, is the only exact science. I was thinking of that while I watched the two-part TV drama, The Path to 9/11 which was screened by BBC2 on September 10 and 11. It was a gripping production in which Harvey Keitel played John P. O’Neill, the FBI counter-terrorism chief who was on the track of Bin Laden and was, ironically, killed in the attack on the Twin Towers. The film-makers came clean on the fact that the production was a dramatisation of a real-life story, and that it had involved “time compression”, but also claimed that it had been extensively informed by the findings of the 9/11 Commission. The implicit message was: “We have to declare that this is fiction, but really it’s very heavily rooted in fact”.

The Commission’s report revealed that there had been a great deal of scattered knowledge in the US intelligence and law-enforcement communities about the activities of Al-Qaeda in the years running up to 9/11, but that a variety of factors — including inter-Agency rivalry — had prevented all these scattered ‘dots’ from being ‘joined up’. In fact the Report revealed an astonishing number of unjoined dots. The film then took a selection of these dots and wove a compelling narrative from joining them up. It tells a story of a group of dedicated public officials, led by O’Neill, who knew what Bin Laden & Co were up to and wanted to stop them, but were prevented from doing so by a variety of factors — including bureaucratic turf wars, but also (interestingly) the Clinton Administration’s caution and apparently over-zealous adherence to the rules of international law. (There were also hints here and there in the narrative that Clinton’s difficulties with Monica Lewinsky had had an enervating impact on the drive to counter Al-Queda.)

As I watched the story unfold, the hidden message became unmistakeable: the US had been endangered by three factors: inefficient intelligence and law enforcement efforts; respect for national and international law; and a Democratic president. The film was thus, in effect, setting out a justification for everything the Bush regime later implemented.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to smell a rat here. As the Washington Post put it:

According to the movie, Osama bin Laden — now the most wanted man in the world and a terrorist whose role in the 9/11 atrocity is not in doubt — was virtually within the grasp of U.S. intelligence operatives twice during the ’90s, after the 1993 attack on the World Trade Center. Islamic extremists left a truck bomb in the center’s underground parking garage — hoping, the film says, that the blast would knock one tower off its base and into the other.

Weak-kneed bureaucrats declined to act upon the opportunities to seize or kill bin Laden, the film also says. But the docudrama doesn’t stop at criticizing generic bureaucrats — which would at least have helped sustain a nonpartisan aura — and aims arts specifically and repeatedly at Albright, Berger, then-CIA chief George Tenet and others in the Clinton administration, most of them made to seem either shortsighted or spineless.

Clinton himself is libeled through abusive editing. A first-class U.S. operative played by Donnie Wahlberg argues the case for getting bin Laden while the al-Qaeda leader is openly in view in some sort of compound in Afghanistan. CIA officials haggle over minor details, such as the budget for the operation. The film’s director, David L. Cunningham, then cuts abruptly to a TV image of Clinton making his infamous “I did not have sexual relations with that woman” remark with regard to Monica Lewinsky. The impression given is that Clinton was spending time on his sex life while terrorists were gaining ground and planning a nightmare.

It would have made as much sense, and perhaps more, to cut instead to stock footage of a smirking Kenneth Starr, the reckless Republican prosecutor largely responsible for distracting not just the president but the entire nation with the scandal…

A little digging was all that was required to show that the film’s subliminal message owed a great deal to its provenance. Here’s Max Blumenthal on the background to the production:

“The Path to 9/11” is produced and promoted by a well-honed propaganda operation consisting of a network of little-known right-wingers working from within Hollywood to counter its supposedly liberal bias. This is the network within the ABC network. Its godfather is far right activist David Horowitz, who has worked for more than a decade to establish a right-wing presence in Hollywood and to discredit mainstream film and TV production. On this project, he is working with a secretive evangelical religious right group founded by The Path to 9/11’s director David Cunningham that proclaims its goal to “transform Hollywood” in line with its messianic vision.

Before The Path to 9/11 entered the production stage, Disney/ABC contracted David Cunningham as the film’s director. Cunningham is no ordinary Hollywood journeyman. He is in fact the son of Loren Cunningham, founder of the right-wing evangelical group Youth With A Mission (YWAM). The young Cunningham helped found an auxiliary of his father’s group called The Film Institute (TFI), which, according to its mission statement, is “dedicated to a Godly transformation and revolution TO and THROUGH the Film and Televisionindustry.” As part of TFI’s long-term strategy, Cunningham helped place interns from Youth With A Mission’s in film industry jobs “so that they can begin to impact and transform Hollywood from the inside out,” according to a YWAM report…

An interesting question — as yet unanswered — is how the BBC came to screen such a farrago of misrepresentation.

MyEmptySpace

I’ve been writing something about the MySpace phenomenon and decided that I’d better sign up. I was then confronted by this rather depresssing analysis of my condition! Zero friends!

The thing that’s really weird about MySpace is its concept of what constitutes a ‘friend’ — which seems to be anyone whose profile takes your fancy. It’s much closer to the teenager idea of friendship than the adult concept. Certainly, it isn’t anyone you actually know. For me, a friendship denotes a serious relationship that’s been built up over time (otherwise it’s an acquaintanceship). So it’s unsettling to see fiftysomethings on MySpace — who really ought to know better — using ‘friend’ in the shallow, teen sense of the word. There’s some interesting anthropological work to be done here, Holmes.

Update: Upon reading the above, Bill Thompson took pity on me and sent an email offering to be a friend! Which is very sweet of him, but he doesn’t count because I’ve known him for years. According to his profile, he has eight ‘friends’, which shows what a good networker he is. But at least one of them doesn’t count because he’s worked with her on the Cambridge film festival!

Neologisms

Warning: this post is a frivolous time-waster.

Winners of the Washington Post‘s annual contest, in which readers are asked to supply alternative meanings for common words.

1. Coffee (n.) the person upon whom one coughs.

2. Flabbergasted (adj.) appalled over how much weight you have gained.

3. Abdicate (v.) to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.

4. Esplanade (v.) to attempt an explanation while drunk.

5. Willy-nilly (adj.) impotent.

6. Negligent (adj.) describes a condition in which you absent-mindedly answer the door in your nightgown.

7. Lymph (v.) to walk with a lisp.

8. Gargoyle (n.) olive-flavored mouthwash.

9. Flatulence (n.) emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are run over by a steamroller.

10. Balderdash (n.) a rapidly receding hairline.

11. Testicle (n.) a humorous question on an exam.

12. Rectitude (n.) the formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.

13. Pokemon (n) a Rastafarian proctologist.

14. Oyster (n.) a person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms.

15. Frisbeetarianism (n.) (back by popular demand): The belief that, when you die, your Soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.

16. Circumvent (n.) an opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men.

The Post also asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition. Here are some of this year’s winners:

1. Bozone (n.) The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.

3. Cashtration (n.) The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.

4. Giraffiti (n) Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

5. Sarchasm (n) The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn’t get it.

7. Hipatitis (n) Terminal coolness.

8. Osteopornosis (n) A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)

9. Karmageddon (n) It’s like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it’s like, a serious bummer.

11. Glibido (v) All talk and no action.

12. Dopeler effect (n) The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.

15. Caterpallor (n.) The color you turn after finding half a grub in the fruit you’re eating.

[Source]

Thanks to Neville Stack for the link.