Month: November 2007

Image courtesy of Miss Fipi Lele.

My wife, the Ginger Ninja, will tell you that I have wondered out loud if anyone has tried using alternate sauces in chocolate fountains, such as gravy or barbecue sauce. I suppose if you disable the heating element, you could also use such a fountain for cold sauces, or in the case of the photo below, ranch dressing:

Photo courtesy of lcbo, by way of Miss Fipi Lele.

It’s just an idea; nothing’s carved in stone. Besides, I don’t think it’ll fly with the wife…

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Image courtesy of Miss Fipi Lele.

Neufmusic, a music download site in France, has put together some clever collages using just a few album covers…

Image courtesy of Miss Fipi Lele.

Image courtesy of Miss Fipi Lele.

Image courtesy of Miss Fipi Lele.

Image courtesy of Miss Fipi Lele.

Image courtesy of Miss Fipi Lele.

As a guy who loves to travel and take lots of pictures of all sorts of things while doing so, this story and its implications about what a nice country like America is turning itself into are disturbing. It’s about a Japanese tourist on an Amtrak train from New York to Boston. He was taking photos of the passing countryside through the window when…

The train is a half hour west of New Haven when the conductor, having finished her original rounds, reappears. She moves down the aisle, looks, stops between our seats, faces the person taking pictures.

“Sir, in the interest of national security, we do not allow pictures to be taken of or from this train.”

He starts, “I…….” but, without English, his response trails off into silence.

The conductor, speaking louder, forcefully: “Sir, I will confiscate that camera if you don’t put it away.” Again, little response. “Sir, this is a security matter! We cannot allow pictures.”

She turns away abruptly and, as she moves down the aisle, calls over her shoulder, in a very loud voice, “Put. It. Away!”

He packs his camera.

Within a minute after our arrival in New Haven, two armed police officers entered the car, approached my neighbor’s seat.

“Sir, we’re removing you from this train.”

“I….;” “I……”

“Sir, you have breached security regulations. We must remove you from this train.”

“I…,” “I…..”

“Sir, we are not going to delay this train because of you. You will get off, or we will remove you physically.”

“I…..”

Nearby passengers stir. One says, “It’s obvious he doesn’t speak English. There are people here who speak more than one language. Perhaps we can help.” Different ones ask about the traveler’s language; learn he speaks Japanese. For me, a sudden flash of memory — a student at International Christian University in Japan, I took countless pictures without arousing suspicion.

The police speak through the interpreter, with the impatience of authority. “The conductor asked this man three times to discontinue. We must remove him from the train.”

The traveler hears the translation, is befuddled.

Hidden beneath the commotion is a cross-cultural drama. With the appearance of police officers, this quiet visitor is embarrassed to find he is the center of attention.

The officers explain, “After we remove him from the train, when we are through our investigation, we will put him on the next train.” The woman translates.

The passenger replies, “I’m meeting relatives in Boston. They cannot be reached by phone. They expect me and will be worried when I do not arrive on schedule.”

“Our task,” the police repeat, “is to remove you from this train. If necessary, we will do so by force. After we have finished the investigation, we’ll put you on another train.” The woman translates.

The traveler gathers his belongings and departs.

As the author of this story notes, the first thing that a traveller visiting the U.S. will assume is that the entire country is peeing its pants in terror. Fly into O’Hare and within five minutes, you’ll hear a voice that sounds like wrestling announcer Gorilla Monsoon (deep, loud and indicating that either a major wrestling bout or terrorist attack is imminent) telling you that the current terror level is “orange” or “elevated”. Turn on the news and you’ll see so-called “analysts” linking whatever they can to terrorist activity — even the recent California fires. Worse still is the fact that these reactions of fear are being promoted as acts of bravery and sold as the “courage” to face an enemy massing at the gates.

Here’s how the article closes:

We can no longer differentiate between terrors. Is this our generation’s enlightened contribution to American culture?

Watching police escort a visitor off the train, I felt anger, not comfort. This action was beyond irritating. It is intolerable, unacceptable. If it bothered me, it paled in comparison to the way it inconvenienced, and will long trouble, this visitor to our country. We disrupted his travel plans and family reunion. Even greater than the psychological damage we inflicted is the harm we’ve done to ourselves. We missed an opportunity to show kindness, to be ambassadors of goodwill. The visitor will return home. He will indeed impress many people – not with pleasant memories and pictures of a quiet morning trip along the New England coast, but with a story of being removed and detained by American police for taking pictures. Do we imagine we’ve gained anything because a single visitor returns home with stories of mistreatment?

We engage in diplomacy whenever we have contact with visitors or travel abroad ourselves. If we conduct ourselves poorly as daily ambassadors, it is no wonder our country suffers a tarnished relationship with the world.

[Found via Reddit]

…isn’t too bad.

I decided that since I wanted the party to rage into the night, I would drink the official cocktail of wacky impresarios, vodka and Red Bull. Yes, yes, I’m aware of the warnings about mixing energy drinks and booze — a false sense of how drunk you really are, and so on — but if that’s the riskiest behaviour I engaged in all night, I’m not doing too badly. Whenever a guest asked if they could buy me a drink, my reply was the same: “Yes, please: Red Bull and vodka.”

At the end of the evening, I was presented the bill and warned with “I think you should look at it first before signing”. I got a little concerned until I saw the amount: $138.

“That’s it?” I thought, and signed.

It has just occurred to me that in my drunken, energized and relieved state, I failed to write in a tip.

This is pretty bad considering that they treated me like visiting royalty. I’m dropping by the Parkdale Drink later on today to present them with two double sawbucks for their trouble.

Since May 1st, 1999, the accordion has proven to be a handy not-so-little thing to have handy. I now present a couple of moments last week that were made better by the ol’ squeezebox.

DemoCamp 15

On Monday, we held DemoCamp 15, the 15th regular gathering of the Accordion City tech community. The idea behind DemoCamp is to have a forum in which software (and even hardware) developers can show off their current projects in action, network with their peers and share ideas. I like to think of it as show-and-tell for geek grown-ups, followed by beer and nachos instead of milk and cookies. If you work in high tech or are just curious about the industry, you should really drop by a DemoCamp.

Generally, people demonstrate their projects on the own laptop computers, hooking them up to the projector when it’s their turn to present. You’d think that after about two decades, they’d have worked all the kinks out of hooking up different laptops to a projector, but projectors still balk at that sort of thing. We had some projector difficulties early in the demos, but I brought the accordion and broke out some tunes while David Crow worked out the video problems.

I performed by own rendition of the computer programming parody song, Code in C, which is sung to the tune of the Beatles’ Let it Be. Trust me, if you’re into computer programming, it’s amusing.

Hallowe’en Subway Party

Another attendee of last week’s Hallowe’en party on the subway train has posted his pictures on Flickr. A photographer going by the name of “JaMmcat” took about a hundred shots of the party, including a couple of Yours Truly performing accordion rock and roll in places where the sound system the organizers brought couldn’t reach:

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To see JaMmcat’s photos from the subway party, click the photo above or click here.