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Techno-Skeptic: What’s wrong with e-books & e-tunes

Sappho, the Tenth MuseIf you’ve been reading here for any length of time, you’ve come to realize that Funny is a dyed-in-the-wool techno-skeptic. Yea verily, even a techno-troglodyte. Today from Bloomberg comes a report that confirms my suspicions: China, uncomfortable with the twin horrors that are freedom of thought and freedom of expression, has shut down iTunes and iBooks. Herein lies the problem with e-books and e-tunes: you don’t really own them. You may pay for them, but it’s altogether too easy for someone to block you from reading or listening to them.

We’ve seen this happen with Amazon: there was, for example, the 2009 flap that arose when Amazon remotely erased digital editions of George Orwell’s 1984 (amazing choice!) from consumers’ Kindle devices. More recently, a Norwegian woman discovered all her paid-for content had been erased from her Kindle; Amazon flat refused to give an explanation for its actions.

As Amazon states in its ToS,  you don’t buy a Kindle book — you rent it: “Kindle content is licensed, not sold.” So, with this wonderful magical mystery machine, any creative work you buy can be taken away from you without warning and without recourse.

Apple has a similar proviso hidden in its iTunes ToS: “The Apple Software enables access to Apple’s iBookstore which permits you to license digital content, such as books (the”Service”).”

If Amazon can take it away, so can a government. And what we’re seeing in the current election cycle provides exactly zero reason to believe that Americans will forever be ruled by a fair, just, and civil government. There are those, probably crackpots, who think it never has been. In the Kurt Vonnegut novel in which we all live, the crackpot view could win out, over the long run. It never pays to dismiss “crazy”ideas  out of hand.

If you own a book made of paper and cardboard, yes, someone can take it away from you. Surely, they can throw it on a big bonfire and order you to stop thinking forbidden thoughts on pain of beheading. But they have to come into your home to take a hard-copy book away from you. They can’t just flick a switch somewhere and erase knowledge, opinion, and art.

A real book costs money. A real book takes up space. A real book collects dust. But a real book is yours.

IMHO, that’s worth it.

Cox Wheedled Down; Phone Solicitors Walloped

BlackPhone…for the time being, anyway. Learning that La Maya and La Bethulia, who live less than a block from the Funny Farm, get cable as well as Internet and a land line for the same amount I pay for no cable, I called up Cox and whined until they gave me a nice deal: $30 less a month AND “selective call blocking” AND “anonymous call rejection.” Between you ‘n’ me, I was willing to pay extra for these in hopes foiling at least some of the damned phone solicitors. The best I expected was a wash. So I felt like I came out a winner to get both of those and a cut in the monthly bill.

I get about a half-dozen nuisance calls a day from damned phone solicitors. Don’t answer them — they listen to my interminable voicemail message until their machine hangs up — but still is really an annoying nuisance.

The kind of work I do is abstract, difficult, often very complicated, and it requires me to focus. A jangling phone interrupts my concentration and the aggravation breaks my train of thought. Some of what I do is painfully boring and all I want to do is get THROUGH with it. Any distraction means that much longer it’s going to take to get done with the project.

A half-dozen such distractions is really beyond the pale.

1896_telephoneCox’s call blocking service is limited to 30 numbers. Phone scammers spoof numbers and change them all the time, so you soon run out of space — which is annoying. There is a program — a free one approved by the FCC — called NoMoRobo, but naturally Cox refuses to accept it. Cox claims this is because its system doesn’t support a needed feature called “simultaneous ringing,” which is ridiculous because they provide it for business customers. Probably, like the deservedly defunct Qwest, they sell residential numbers to phone solicitors.

However…as I was chatting with Cox’s exceptionally helpful CSR, she remarked that most phone solicitors, including those that call from 800 numbers and that spoof numbers, use caller ID blocking. One possible solution, she suggested, is to combine “selective call blocking,” which allows you to block up to 30 numbers from specified callers, with “anonymous call rejection,” which blocks calls from phones with caller ID blocking.

So yesterday I signed up for these.

Along about 10:00 this morning, it dawned on me that I hadn’t gotten a nuisance phone call. They usually start around 8 a.m.

From what I see in the various forums habituated by Cox users, selective call blocking and selective call rejection are far from perfect. The perps’ software soon figures out what you’re doing and finds ways to foil you. And with room to block only 30 numbers, they quickly overwhelm this service.

The FCC gave NoMoRobo’s developers an award, and users say it is the most effective way to foil nuisance phone calls. So it’s infuriating that a major telecommunications company like Cox refuses to accommodate it.

Today only one phone solicitor got around the two blocking features. If and when the bastards start getting through again, it looks like the alternative will be to sign up with Ooma, a VoIP system that does provide NoMoRobo. Abigail over at I Pick Up Pennies highly recommends it — last time I talked with her, she said their bill is never over $5 a month. Even Ooma’s business service is only $10 a month, a far cry from Cox’s gouge…and lookit this! They’ll even help promote your business on the freaking Internet!

Anyway, I got one call all day long, from the outfit that calls once a day claiming to represent a breast cancer charity and talks over my voicemail message to ask, “Is the lady of the house there?” They’re now the first number in the selective call blocker. Not a one of the others have managed to get through!

So I guess I’ll give Cox one more chance. If this complicated, nuisancey scheme doesn’t work, then it’s good-bye Cox, hello Ooma.

Images:

Totally retro black phone (can you believe I used to have a phone like this?): By Kornelia und Hartmut Häfele, CC BY-SA 3.0,
1896 phone: By 1906 Kungliga Telegrafverkets apparater (Royal Telegraph Administration apparatus) at Project Runeberg. Public domain.

 

 

Connie on the Road: Along the Border

Here’s the second installment in the illustrated adventures of Connie the Big-Rig Jockey and her pal, Silver.

Southern Arizona

by Connie Graham

Nogales

NogalesStreetSceneI was here in Nogales 20 years ago when working for Anchor Foods. There was only one truck stop at the time and I was trying to figure out where it was.

It’s still back there…but it looks just like what’s left of the sign.

BustedSign

BensonToNogo2The drive through AZ on hwy 82 from Benson to Nogales is gorgeous! I’d never taken that route before, as it is a bit too windy curvy and “Not recommended for trucks.”

Lots of cyclists along the way.

Benson to Nogo

What Truckers Think About…

SilverPassengerSeatI fear I am doing my trusty dog Silver a disservice of sorts. If something were to happen to me it would be challenging for the new parent of this dog to figure out what she knows.

For instance, “Let’s go!” means “come!”  “Sit your ass down” is for “sit,” and “hold on to your underwear!” means turbulence ahead. She has these down pat.

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Waiting in line at the scale in Nogales…

Scale at NogalesSomething else you can do with binder clips.

BinderClipsWillcox

WillcoxWillcox has changed quite a bit since I lived there in 1978. The only good memories I have are from the dances at The Cattle Rest (where the bull haulers really did rest their cattle) and of a really lively fight between a couple of Cowboys (spurs and all) in a bar called Rix Tavern. During the scrum, one guy broke a cue stick over the back of the other. It was fantastic!

I have always had a thing for a snug-fitting pair of Wranglers…

I ate breakfast in the restaurant at the TA truck stop in Willcox this morning. Apparently there was a rodeo going on this morning. If you look closely, you can see part of the sign on the back of one of the diners.

 

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Bye-Bye, Bums?

GateSo the workmen came by yesterday and installed a new gate to replace the decrepit, sagging old wooden gate in the backyard. Not bad, eh? They threw in the fake, weather-resistant, never-paint, never-Thompson’s-water-seal wood for “free.” (Note to self: must remember that pitch for editorial clients…)

Ruby the Corgi Pup is beside herself with doggy joy. Noticing that this gate rides a little higher off the ground than the old one, which had to be dragged open, she feels a glimmer of hope: she can burrow out underneath that thing!

So she runs over there and goes digdigdigdigdigdigdigdig! She’s so excited. Fortunately I have some neglected flagstone slabs, which I’ll have Gerardo and his underling haul over there to serve as a “floor” that she can’t excavate.

A-n-n-d while the men were here, they installed a newly fabricated metal fence and gate to block off the archaic trash-can alcove from passers-by who want to use it as a latrine.

Sorry to be politically incorrect about our drug-using homeless brethren and sistern…but IMHO someone who drops mounds of feces decorated with dirty toilet paper outside your gate is best called a bum.

The fence guy, whom I’ve worked with before with good results and who has high BBB and Yelpish ratings, confirmed that, as I suspected, the line from wall corner to wall corner is indeed my lot line, and so no code is violated by installing something to block people from going into the disused alcove to do their toilet duty.

He also reported, when I described what’s been going on, that completion of the train lightrail up the middle of Conduit of Blight Boulevard is pushing the homeless into our neighborhood. He says  the vagrants who used to hang out along Conduit of Blight NW have been unhomed by all the additional foot traffic from the train riders and by the increased police presence. The city (with, of course, its favored developer) is determined to make the train a showpiece, and so keeping the peace around the train “stations” is a great deal bigger issue than keeping it in the deteriorating tenements that front the train tracks has ever been.

Who? What? Apartment residents? Who cares about them?

One guy who lives over there told me that every car in his apartment house’s parking lot had been vandalized, broken into, or stolen. Imagine what fun it would be to live in a place like that!

Oh. Sorry. I got derailed (heh) for a minute.

So here’s the new bars, which I sincerely hope will help with the issue at hand.

NewFenceOutside About half its length is a gate, which can be padlocked on the inside.

The view from the interior:

NewFenceInsideSo I’m pretty pleased about it. It’ll be a little bit of a nuisance, but it should help some with security. And really, because now I won’t have to padlock the gate into the yard — or drag it across the ground to open it and give it a sharp kick to shut it — the hassle factor should be a wash.

The gate opens outward and provides plenty of room to roll a wheelbarrow in and out. I hope it won’t create a problem when the time comes to replaster the pool…but I doubt that it will. The pool guys got through a much smaller gate the last time the pool was plastered, with no complaints.

Of course, this will just mean the bums will go into my neighbor Terri’s alcove, right next to mine. Our two alcoves are the first ones in from Neighborhood Drive NW that are out of view from the street. If you dropped your drawers in the alcove belonging to the house behind me, you’d risk being seen, even after dark. So Terri’s and my alley entries are very convenient.

She won’t notice — Fence Dude looked at her collapsing gate, which has sunk off its hinges, and said it hadn’t been opened in months. How she gets her trash out beats me…probably drives it around the block to drop it into the communal garbage can. Or maybe she just tosses it all in the blue recycling barrel. WhatEVER. At least I won’t have to clean up piles of sh!t to get to the trashcan myself. If I see it there, I’ll complain to her and failing that, to the city.

Again.

 

 

PF Notecard #1: Get an Education

Advice on a card 2So I looked at the list of 11 points on the notecard that we’re told will contain all you need to know about personal finance and realized each of those would make a fine personal-finance post. 🙂 Voilà! Blogging on a notecard!

And that’s what I propose to do: 11 posts on personal finance, only with a twist. I’d like to actually think about these things, rather than just emit pragmatic advice. So we come to point #1: Get an education…that will help you get a job.

What that really means for most of us is not education. It means vocational training. There’s a difference.

Education furnishes your mind. It prepares you to meet the world with strong logical thinking skills, with depth of perception, and with some understanding of what came before you. It teaches you how to find out things you don’t know, and how to communicate what you do know in an effective way to a wide array of audiences.

Vocational training teaches you job skills. It focuses on specific job-related tasks. To the extent that it asks you to think, it leads you to think only about a specific set of skills in a specific context. Where education is outward, voc-ed is inward. Where education expands the mind, voc-ed limits it.

Colleges and universities used to be sites of education. That has become less and less true, and indeed some universities seek to limit colleges of liberal arts, which dispense real education, by tacking on extra fees (essentially penalties) to students who major in those disciplines. The idea is to funnel as many students into more lucrative vocationally targeted majors as possible. And of course, because students mistakenly think “education” should get them a job, university administrators (and the legislators and donors who support them) measure “success” by the number of graduates who land decently paying jobs right out of school.

So…what happened? How did these things become conflated?

First off, businesses used to provide vocational training. If you went to work in a large corporation after you finished college, you arrived with a furnished mind but few job skills. You learned those as you worked. This was called “on-the-job training,” and it was considered to be, by far, a superior way to learn these skills than in the classroom.

Second, unions provided vocational training for those who went into the trades. You didn’t have to get a college degree to make a living wage. Here, too, you had on-the-job training, and you learned from journeymen tradesmen who knew how to do the job and could see that you learned how to do it, too.

Businesses simply abdicated this function. Corporations have foisted the task of vocational training onto higher education. And the killing of the unions has meant the demise of on-the-job training in the trades.

Third, the democratization of higher education, while in many ways a good thing, has dumbed-down the university’s role in education and accentuated its voc-ed role. In my opinion, that is not such a good thing: it creates the impression that hundreds of thousands of young people graduating with bachelor’s and even master’s degrees are “educated,” when in fact they are not. It also has devalued degrees in the liberal arts and the fine arts.

That notwithstanding, we know that most people who finish a four-year degree will earn more than most people who do not. Most people who finish a two-year degree will earn more than most people with just a high-school diploma or GED.

So, what’s the take-away here?

Go to college, yes. Get a two- or four-year degree. But think carefully about the subject matter. Choose something you can tolerate, but make sure it will open doors to the work world.

If I were to do it again, I would never major in French (B.A.) or English (M.A. and Ph.D.). I wanted an academic job, and today  it still might make sense to get a doctorate and aim for that kind of career. It might not, too: full-time faculty are steadily being replaced with underpaid part-time contractors. And academia, between you and me, is a crazy place to work. Too often it represents a fast track to a nervous breakdown, especially if you are a member of a minority group.

If I were young(ish) today and I seriously wanted an academic job (this would assume I didn’t know any better), I would do one of two things:

• Either get a degree in educational administration and go directly into an administrative position…
• Or get the doctorate in a discipline where universities are still hiring.

The second is highly problematic. First, many fields where you would think you could easily find entrée are not hiring. And second, the landscape shifts so fast that a discipline might be open when you start the Ph.D. program but closed by the time you finish the degree. STEM fields, for example, are not very promising for young academics anymore. Once I met a young woman fresh out of grad school who walked into an assistant professorship in accountancy at a six figure-salary. But I wouldn’t bet on that still being the case.

As for jobs in the real world? Get a degree — NOT a J.D.! — in a field will get you into a business or nonprofit and put you on the fast track to upper management. For example, an MBA in economics from an Ivy-League school or a public school with similar clout, such as Michigan or even UC Berkeley, can set you up for a career in banking or government. Keep the cost down by getting the undergraduate work out of the way in your state’s public university, and then aim high for graduate school.

And what if you’re silly enough to want to be educated? As in really educated educated?

Well, in four years you’ll have time to take at least some courses in history, art, language, and literature. They may fill some of your university’s gen-ed requirements. But you should also look at MOOCs: free or nearly free online courses that you can take in your own time. These are now offered by some very high-powered universities, including Stanford, Princeton, the Art Institute of Chicago, Oxford, the University of Michigan, UC Berkeley…and many more. You still can furnish your mind: you just have to do it yourself.

What Happened to Consumer Reports?

Harveyballs_red_black_modificationY’know, I haven’t read a Consumer Reports in years. Occasionally I’ll look at Consumerist, a related website, but I do not pay to access Consumer’s Union product reviews online. A few days ago, The Atlantic commented on the apparent decline of the venerable magazine, noting that it hasn’t done well in the computer age. The Atlantic itself being in a bit of a decline (IMHO), the article wasn’t very deep, although its author, Paul Hiebert, did ruminate on a study that pointed out some rather obvious differences between CR’s involved, systematic, and highly comparative reviews with the off-the-cuff user reviews you see online and cited the public’s tendency to give undue credence to online reviewers.

More telling were the comments to the article, in which readers complained about CR’s political biases (and yea verily, many a review there is informed by one sort of political correctness or another), about the paywall blocking access to information that can be had for free elsewhere, about the drop in quality of CR‘s content… and in amongst those comments is a reply from one of the magazine’s former editors, pointing readers to two articles describing the dissatisfaction of the many former staffers and the disgust of a former reader.

To that I’d have to say “yup.” Consumer Reports lost me the time SDXB and I purchased the same model of high-end Hoover vacuum, enthusiastically high-rated in the magazine. At the time, he was living in a house a block from mine. He could get into the Base Exchange at Luke Air Force Base, and when he came home with his, I noted his delight with it. A week or two later I bought one for myself at Sears.

My standards for vacuum cleaners are high but not astronomical. I had a German shepherd and needed the thing to extract dog hair from Berber-style synthetic carpeting that was easy to clean. SDXB liked his house clean but was not what you’d call Suzie Homemaker (not if you wanted to live, anyway…).

I found myself not very pleased with the machine’s performance. It was sad compared with my old Hoover, which had died of old age. But I’d spent a lot of money on this top-rated machine, so I stuck with it.

A year or so later, within two or three days of each other, both machines dropped dead! It was altogether too clear that we were looking at planned obsolescence. He had figured out by then that the things left a lot to be desired (like, say, quality). I had never been nuts about mine but was amazed when both machines broke in identical ways. They were just shoddily made.

So are consumers crazy to put more faith in Amazon reviews than in the decrepit Consumer Reports?

I doubt it. Most of us know that a lot of 4- and 5-star reviews are written by shills. We all know that many of the 1-star reviews are actually complaints about delivery or customer service. As grown-ups, we can generally parse out a pretty clear view of the typical consumer experience by reading enough reviews and winnowing out the ones that don’t appear to be a) real and b) valid.

Many of Hiebert’s commenters enunciated what we said just a few weeks ago: they start with the 3-star reviews, then peruse the lower- and higher-rating reviews. With the most credible-looking of all these in mind, they form a kind of “big picture” of what consumer experience is likely to be for a given product. Scientific? No. As good as the OLD Consumer Reports‘ hands-on testing? Probably not. But just now it seems to be better than whatever else is out there.

Image:
Consumer Reports modification of Harvey Balls. By Stephen Schulte.