Who stood their ground?

The Trayvon Martin story has now developed into two narratives: one, that neighborhood watch captain trigger-happy goon George Zimmerman shot and killed an unarmed 17 year old for being in the wrong place (at any time) or two, that Zimmerman, by carrying a gun in unlawful pursuit of an unarmed 17 year old, provoked the youth and killed him for being in the wrong place (at any time). 

In both of these narratives, who Stood Their Ground? The youth who refused to run? Or the chickenshit vigilante with the gun? The youth who fought back after being unlawfully harassed? Or a grown man with delusions of adequacy — and a gun?

The moral of this story is Stand Your Ground but Be Armed. We’re back full-circle to the Black Panthers enforcing their 2nd Amendment rights and the state of California (under Sainted Ronnie Reagan) signing gun control laws.

noted in passing

hey, I wrote some code

This is a shell script wrapped around a line of AppleScript that I can to put an OS X machine to sleep. I used at(1) to generate all the housekeeping stuff (paths and variables): the actual command is the very last line.

MANPATH=:/opt/local/share/man; export MANPATH
TERM_PROGRAM=Apple_Terminal; export TERM_PROGRAM
GPG_AGENT_INFO=/Users/paul/.gnupg/S.gpg-agent:776:1; export GPG_AGENT_INFO
TERM=xterm-color; export TERM
SHELL=/bin/bash; export SHELL
TMPDIR=/var/folders/js/82lhv5lh8xn_1r006s6qx0g80000gn/T/; export TMPDIR
Apple_PubSub_Socket_Render=/tmp/launch-vpi61E/Render; export Apple_PubSub_Socket_Render
HTML_TIDY=/Users/paul/.tidyrc; export HTML_TIDY
TERM_SESSION_ID=A236A172-44B1-4955-8B2D-3EEB9C1E2D52; export TERM_SESSION_ID
USER=paul; export USER
SSH_AUTH_SOCK=/tmp/launch-kZWH3Y/Listeners; export SSH_AUTH_SOCK
Apple_Ubiquity_Message=/tmp/launch-q0RW5z/Apple_Ubiquity_Message; export Apple_Ubiquity_Message
LSCOLORS=ExFxCxDxBxegedabagacad; export LSCOLORS
PATH=/Library/Frameworks/Python.framework/Versions/Current/bin:/Library/Frameworks/Python.framework/Versions/Current/bin:/Library/Frameworks/Python.framework/Versions/Current/bin:/usr/local/bin:/bin:/sbin:/usr/bin:/usr/sbin:/usr/X11R6/bin:/bin:/usr/local/mysql/bin; export PATH
PWD=/Users/paul; export PWD
EDITOR=/usr/bin/vim; export EDITOR
LANG=en_US.UTF-8; export LANG
SHLVL=1; export SHLVL
HOME=/Users/paul; export HOME
LOGNAME=paul; export LOGNAME
INFOPATH=:/opt/local/share/info; export INFOPATH
DISPLAY=/tmp/launch-LrbuQi/org.x:0; export DISPLAY
_=/usr/bin/at; export _
osascript -e 'tell app "Finder" to sleep'
novel ideas


A future without currency, where workers earn work units they can spend that are supposedly impossible to steal or separate from the person who earned them. What happens when someone loses access to theirs? Stolen or just “lost” due to some error. How do they recover their wealth or find out who took it?

novel ideas

Living in the past

Imagine a future world, complex and technologically advanced, where children are forced to grow up ax previous generations did, with manual labor, poor sanitation, all the privations and risks that the present society was built to improve upon. The idea: that no one grow up without realizing why things are as they are, without entitlement or unearned privilege.

The conflict: this system is mothballed, decommissioned, and for awhile things are ok. But a sense of complacency creeps in, generations grow up feeling like they built their world, rather than accepting it as a legacy from thoughtful predecessors. The society is at risk of collapse when it is discovered that some people, families who were forced out of the mainstream, have been living in The Past, the old proving ground where generations came of age. They are tough, resourceful people who need nothing but may be the deliverers – if they are willing to take it on and if those who marginalized them can swallow their pride and ask.