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Fingers crossed that MCA makes it through without complications.
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Personal history of the Apollo program from Phil Plait. I feel the same way about Columbia.
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Amateur astronomer discovers an impact site on Jupiter, where a comet or asteroid has crashed into the atmosphere near the pole.
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“Cronkite understood that the ultimate role that journalism can be forced to play in democracy is, quite simply, to fight to preserve democracy itself, and that the greatest threat to our republic was when elected leaders choose to lie to the American people. That didn’t mean abandoning the core principles of journalism — aggressive fact finding, which includes first-hand observation and talking to all sides, as Cronkite did on his trip to Vietnam, or an innate sense of fairness and justice. But he knew that journalism was more than rote stenography –parroting the untruths that LBJ and the Pentagon said about the war and finding a political opponent to quote deep down in the story for “balance.” He knew there could be a time when the only way to inform the American people of a higher truth was to step outside the straight jacket of objectivity.”
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John “JP” Park shows how he built a “mystery box” for Wired’s Geekdad columnist John Baichtal.
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The chain of failure for Twitter’s internal documents, unsurprisingly, includes Hotmail, Gmail, Google Docs–and weak passwords and password reuse.
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Stirring essay about Long Island’s ties to spaceflight and the construction of the lunar landers.
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Talk about transparent. The White House blog announces webinars about the transparency provisions in the Recovery Act and provides a full schedule.
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I’ll be providing some of the “weighty German rhetoric” next Saturday, singing the Brahms Requiem as part of the Tanglewood Festival Chorus.
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It’s really, really hard to get good quality photos that meet the copyright test. There are a ton of articles I’ve written where there are no free images available for use.
Grab bag: Cronkite, on the eve of Apollo 11’s 40th
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It seems somehow appropriate and sad at the same time that Walter Cronkite should pass away just before the Apollo landing anniversary. One thinks he would have liked to see it again.
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Poor reporting job amplifies the hoaxer message beyond balanced reporting. This is crap.
Preparing to land on the moon
The anniversary of the first moon landing, on July 20, 1969, is always a special occasion for me. It’s my dad’s birthday too, and he was a NASA employee for over 30 years, so the story of the space program is the story of my childhood. I was too young to watch any of the moon landings on TV–hell, Apollo 17 took off when I was 5 days old, and the last Skylab mission happened when I was only 18 months old. But I was always hanging out at NASA Langley with Dad, whether it was for mundane reasons (eating lunch in the cafeteria, playing on the playground, going to the Visitors Center, now the Virginia Air and Space Center) or for historic occasions. I was in the main auditorium with Dad when the videos from the first Voyager flybys of Saturn came in, and for other flybys. And I feel a deep sense of family connection to the space program as a whole.
But I had never seen the photo reproduced above until today. When I was a summer intern at NASA Langley in 1992, I drove alongside what looked like a massive abandoned facility. Red girders above, cracked tan pavement below, weeds around. “It was the Lunar Landing Research Facility,” my dad told me. Apparently they suspended a mockup of the lander from the girders to simulate moon gravity, and the astronaut or research pilot would practice piloting it. I never actually saw a period photo of the facility, though, until today’s Boston.com Big Picture feature, which includes the photo reproduced above of Neil Armstrong at the LLRF. The facility is apparently still in use today for “impact testing” (crashing) aircraft. (More details about the LLRF and Langley’s other contributions here).
I suppose this attachment to NASA explains my visceral reaction to the ongoing “moon landing hoax” foolishness (I would have been right alongside Buzz Aldrin in punching Bart Sibrel in the face). Thanks to Bad Astronomer Phil Plait for his many good humored but thorough debunking blog posts on the subject.
In the meantime, I’m enjoying the non-hoax-related coverage of the anniversary, including @AP11_CAPCOM, @AP11_SPACECRAFT, and @AP11_EAGLE on Twitter. You may want to follow @AP11_MOON as well.
Grab bag: Certifications and reality
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You too can be a Certified ASS (Application Security Specialist)!
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Talking Points Memo points up the difference between right wing advocacy and left wing news gathering in the Sanford case.
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Chris Eng breaks open the BlackBerry spyware.
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The issue for this migration will be IE-only applications. This is why your staff always begged you to deploy a web app that was reliably cross browser.
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Underscores the importance of information security assessments for mobile applications.
Grab bag: IE6, focus, Branford, Hope
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Mercy me. Maybe one day, we’ll be able to spare QA resources and engineering brainpower on something other than this old and busted browser. After all, no one supports Netscape 4 any more.
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Focusing on doing The Main Thing for a product manager means: know the business, know the customers, and lead.
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Great interview with my favorite Marsalis brother.
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Free track from Hope Sandoval’s new album, only her fifth in about 20 years. Her last solo album came out eight years ago.
A senator who’s good enough and smart enough
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Profile of Franken that, mercifully, leads with the Stuart Smalley connection.
Student directors of the Virginia Glee Club
I uncovered another student director of the Virginia Glee Club this weekend, poking through the New York Times archive. It got me thinking about how the group’s governance and musical direction has changed over the years and how large a role students have played in its direction.
Virginia is not unusual in having had students conduct its Glee Club. Princeton didn’t have a professional conductor until 1907, and the Harvard Glee Club invited its first professional conductor, Dr. Archibald Davison, in 1919. But the Virginia Glee Club is unique in having returned to student and other non-faculty conductors as a consequence of its separation from the UVA music department.
Most of the students who conducted the group are doomed to anonymity, but a few have names that have been recorded, even in the earliest years of the Club. I suspect that more could be found were someone to go through and comprehensively digitize the old University of Virginia Magazine (hint, hint). Some of the students went on to lead interesting lives. Here’s a snapshot of four of them.
John Duncan Emmet (ca. 1879-1880). One of the Club’s first directors, Emmet was there during Woodrow Wilson’s first year at the University, the 1879 – 1880 season. Wilson’s presence earned Emmet immortality, as the New York Times dug into Wilson’s student past to uncover a few gems about the Glee Club:
The [University of Virginia] Magazine contains several humorous descriptions of the reception accorded the Glee Clubbers on their serenading expeditions. A pert comment on the editorial page of one issue is typical of the many to be found in the files: “Painfully do we record the last unhappy adventure of the unhappy Glee Club. Most lamentable was their failure! Wrapped in sweet sleep the serenaded slumbered peacefully on, unconscious of the frantic efforts of the serenaders. We can only wish them better success next time.
Emmet graduated with his medical degree in 1880, and went on to bigger and better things, serving as the chief gynecologist at St. Vincent’s Hospital and founding the American Gynaecological and Obstretrical Journal. Emmet was the grandson of Dr. John Patten Emmet, professor of chemistry at the University, and namesake of Emmet Dorm.
Harrison Randolph (ca. 1893-1894). I’ve written about Randolph before. The only student director named by University historian Philip A. Bruce, Randolph went on to the presidency of Charleston College.
John Amar Shishmanian (ca. 1904-1905). Shishmanian is a little bit of an enigma. His leadership of the Club is attested by a 1905 Atlanta Constitution article about the Club’s concerts there: “The clubs are now undergoing bi-weekly rehearsals under the leadership of Mr. Shishmania [sic], the winner of the southern intercollegiate oratorical medal last winter.” Digging deeper, we find Shishmanian’s accomplishments as an orator attested in John S. Patton’s Jefferson, Cabell and the University of Virginia,which preceded Bruce’s account and is packed with all kinds of trivia–including a list of Jefferson Society medal winners. Shishmanian, who was registered with the University from Lexington, Kentucky, was a graduate student in law, having finished his BA at the University of Kentucky. The October 1903 Alumni Bulletin was a little more forthcoming about his origins: “an Armenian resident in this country, has entered as a student in the course recently established leading to a consular service certificate.”
He was the president of the Jefferson Society in 1905, and was also awarded the medal for oratory in that year. He is attested as a speaker at the honorary initiation of Virginia governor Claude August Swanson into the Delta Chi fraternity in 1905 or 1906. He graduated in 1906 and went west, joining the firm of Barbour and Cashin, before going east, eventually far east, joining the faculty of Robert College in Turkey.
Michael Butterman (1989-1991). Butterman is better known to modern Glee Club members, serving as joint conductor of the group with Cheryl Brown-West in the first season after its separation from the University, then taking over as solo conductor in 1990-1991 during the 120th anniversary year. Butterman was a grad student at the time, and left in 1991 to head to Indiana University in their conducting program. He’s now conducting the Boulder Philharmonic and the Shreveport Symphony, and is director of outreach for the Rochester Philharmonic, according to a 2007 Boulder Daily News interview.
Grab bag: Surveillance, crabs, blogs
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Digging deep into the muck around the Presidential Surveillance Program and its child programs. The sickbed visit to Ashcroft to intimidate him into authorizing a program that he knew was unconstitutional is even worse than it seemed at the time.
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An ample and gracious survey of the landscape adjacent to my youth. Growing up in Newport News, you knew about the bay culture a bit if you visited Poquoson but up in the Eastern Shore you get the real thing.
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Scott Rosenberg does his usual insightful job of putting (old) new technologies in perspective. “Too many blogs,” indeed–as though we were going to run out of space to put them!
WordPress 2.8.1 is out, includes security fixes
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Security fixes include escalation of privileges with some plugin admin screens. Go upgrade.
Falling summer leaves
A day of work today as the sun came and went over the Berkshires. I spent the morning in a coffee shop and the afternoon in a hotel room. If I could have, I would have done all the work in the coffee shop, but giving demos and being on conference calls doesn’t lend itself well to public places.
So I work in my room and flirt with depression. This is a necessary but frustrating part about being in Tanglewood; one is removed from one’s normal routines, for better and worse, and dropped into a new world. Sometimes it feels like being plucked from a stream and heaved vainly gasping onto a dock. Today, I need to see it more as a falling leaf, one of billions that will fall without the world ending.
Successfully evading depression, for me, relies on my ability to recognize the warning signs and turn aside the behaviors. When my normal routines–which function as a daily defense mechanism against the Black Dog–are disrupted, I need to acknowledge the disruption and do whatever I can to fill the void. It’s something that’s done one day at a time.
Amazon, the mobile exterminator
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Originally I just thought this was a heavy handed way of leveraging a cut of DL’s revenue, but now it looks like they’re retroactively shutting down the app entirely. Why??? Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, Amazon.
Early fog, Tanglewood
An interesting few days here in the Berkshires. Monday was a hot day and we had a quick piano rehearsal with Maestro Levine and the Tanglewood Music Center fellows. I spent the sunny part of yesterday morning on my laptop for work, and then it rained cats and dogs–horizontally–as I made my way to an afternoon rehearsal with the full TMC orchestra.
This morning? An early rehearsal, but if it means I’m awake to watch the fog burn off the Stockbridge Bowl (above), that’s not a bad thing.
Grab bag: Hacking SIL and beautiful WP type
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Decompilation injection–routines that are only injected into the binary if it's decompiled and recompiled–as protection against IP theft.
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Oh my stars and garters. Beautiful typography in WordPress just got a little closer, with this plugin that handles hyphenation, spacing control, intelligent character replacement, and special styles for special characters.
Full resolution photos in iPhone email
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Copy and Paste, either one photo or multiple, to get full resolution goodness in email. Not so useful for forwarding pix to friends; VERY useful for emailing photos to Flickr.
Off to Tanglewood – Wagner’s Die Meistersinger
I’ll be in the Berkshires this week with the Tanglewood Festival Chorus, preparing for a performance of Wagner’s only mature comic opera, Die Meistersinger von Nürnberg. We’ll see some old friends among the soloists–Johan Botha, Matthew Polanzani–and of course Maestro Levine, whom we last sang with in February. Meistersinger is totally different from Boccanegra, and it will be fun to see how Jimmy brings it to life.
This being Boston, of course the chorus will also hold an informal discussion group one evening on Wagner’s antisemitism. So there’s that to look forward to.
But seriously–I can’t wait to get out to Tanglewood, though I’m already missing family. At least it will be a beautiful week.