Ironically in the last few days I’ve twice decided to go against previous judgement, and effectively start new user profiles on Macs.

I’d previously prided myself that my home user profile had actually started in 2004 or so on an eMac, transferred to a PowerPC Mac Mini, transitioned to an Intel iMac, transitioned to another Intel iMac, before finally settling onto a Mac Pro. After a few days of Lion hell on that machine, I decided to roll back to Snow Leopard, which isn’t so much a roll back as it is an uninstall. I did have the option of transferring my user profile back, but thought the better of it; documents were copied, but all the cruft, the old preferences and the odd settings and the little bits and pieces – they were left behind.

Similarly, in the last 24 hours, I bought only the second laptop I’ve ever had. My work Mac Book Pro was getting long in the tooth, and I wanted a more powerful machine than I could expect work to pay, so I decided to call it an early birthday present and get a 17 inch Mac Book Pro. For various reasons, I decided not to transfer that user profile either. So up until 23:00 last night, and since 06:00 this morning, I’ve been doing the selective transfer of data and files from the old laptop onto the new laptop, keeping all the cruft away. A profile that’s lasted since 2006 is equally being decommissioned.

New me on boh machines? I guess you could say so.

For the past 12 months or more, in the preparation for the move to Melbourne, life has been all about learning to leave behind those things that are no longer relevant. First it was the big items – furniture and expired white goods, computer equipment no longer needed, etc. Then it was the smaller items – stripping away packaging around items that we barely use, and consolidating them to occupy as small a space as possible. I even did a data cull, which saved 0% in terms of occupied space in the removalist truck, but was nonetheless rewarding. It was the deconstruction of falling stars.

The self-purging has been a little longer in the coming though. It had been hanging around for a while, but really kicked in when I realised I’d found a place I belonged. That self-purging – a re-evaluation of who I am and what I choose to do – reached the point where I made a challenging decision. Then in typical social-media style, posted it on Facebook:

This morning I chose to end two friendships that had many happy memories, but had become unrecoverably toxic over the last few years. Sometimes though you have to make the decision to move on and sever ties in the hopes of preserving the remaining happy memories.

Some might say that I was just giving up, but I’d equally say that those referenced had given up on me as a friend years ago. The point is though, that I did have many happy memories of that friendship, but I could equally feel them slipping away thanks to the non-place the ‘friendship’ had entered. Many – probably more than half of them – had already been lost.

I could cling onto the toxic and crufty remains of an old friendship that would never return to its glory days, ruining those few remaining good memories, or I could choose to let go.

Surprisingly, it the end, the decision was easier than I expected. Liberating too.

And a happy one. I still have my good memories of the friendship – but I can let the bad ones fade now, because I’m not hoping to see something preserved that was actually lost long ago.

Clearing the cruft can be a good thing.

 

In The Age: Labor’s Right slams gay reform, the right leaning faction of the Labor party finally reveals that it doesn’t really care about representing the people, just some people – presumably the people who agree with it. Regarding the discussions within Labor about changing its official stance towards same-sex marriage:

NSW senator Ursula Stephens said there was a massive email campaign under way, mostly in favour of changing the policy. Opposing change, she said: ”We’ve done everything we can to remove discrimination. But marriage is about a relationship between a man and a woman. Marriage is about producing children.”

[Emphasis added.]

Here’s the rub – and here’s what has been killing Labor in Australia for some time … they’re controlled by focus groups and other narrow minded views of society that give them such a blinkered outlook in the grab for votes that they actually ignore the vast majority of what Australians are saying on a topic.

(Not to mention the stupidity of the statement, “Marriage is about producing children” … so, the Labor Right will start campaigning for legislation requiring infertile couples to get a divorce? Or prohibit aged couples who are no longer capable of producing children from getting married? Logic doesn’t really matter to the Labor Right.)

Hell, no wonder they’re running themselves down the gurgler!

Labor’s right needs to stop listening to focus groups, and the bigoted minority, and start listening to the majority of Australians who are in favour of marriage equalisation.

Just maybe then, by growing a spine, and taking a progressive moral stance, might Labor actually have a chance of differentiating themselves from the Liberal party.

 

So being the eager computer user that I sometimes am, I did a first day upgrade of my laptop and my Mac Pro to Lion.

I have to say, I’m rather disappointed. In fact, I can easily name 7 things that I’m fairly unhappy with:

  1. First off, there’s the spaces glitching that I’m noticing on the Mac Pro that leaves me feeling grumpy.
  2. WiFi is very poor. My laptop, which never once had connectivity issues to my home WiFi, has put me through hell several times already when I switch from ethernet to WiFi.
  3. Spotlight. Sure, I can now search while indexing, but why does it have to reindex everything on every reboot? In this, Lion is looking more like Tiger.
  4. Safari #1. Um, yeah. It’s nice and fast, but buggier than it has been in ages. Hanging tabs should theoretically it seems be isolated from others, but instead one hanging tab causes all the others to go blank. Bleuch.
  5. Safari #2. Where’s the option to disable auto-reload of every previously open tab? Whose smart idea was it that every person wants every tab to reload on every launch? What happens if one of those tabs is opening to a crash/buggy page? Bleuch^2. (No, turning off the “Restore windows when quitting and re-opening apps” setting in General Preferences does not seem to make a difference here.)
  6. Mail. I can change every font except for the large and bulky font used for Mailbox list. Thanks Apple, I really want to know what sort of Fonts I’ll be using when I’m 70 have have vision impairment problems!
  7. Third party manufacturers need a kick in the pants. OK, this isn’t technically Apple or Lion’s fault, but with my Mac Pro, I have a Sonnet E2P eSATA PCI card, and a NewerTech USB<->Wireless dongle. Neither work. Yes, I could have checked for compatibility, but given these are both still being sold, and Lion has been kicking around in development for some time, I expect better. The chances of me buying any NewerTech or Sonnet equipment every again have plummeted.
So far this has been my least enjoyable Apple OS upgrade experience ever. I hear they’re skipping 10.7.1 and have already seeded 10.7.2 to developers. Hopefully that’ll fix some of these issues.
 

In the space of a couple of days, we saw a rightwing Christian Fundamentalist terrorist kill over 90 people in Norway, and Amy Winehouse die of most likely a drug overdose.

The reaction of some to these two events has been interesting. On Facebook for instance, someone recently commented:

There are a lot of people in this world that have “DEMONS” that DON’T stick a needle in their arm. What happened in Norway was a tragedy, what happened to Amy was a CHOICE. PLAIN AND SIMPLE.

There’s a certain logic in the argument, but only if we start down the track of evaluating the “value” of each human life and ranking some more than others. It also leads down the path of to a conclusion such as:

There’s always someone in the world worse off than you, so if you complain, you’re being a sensitive jerk.

Keep quiet. Don’t tell anyone you’re upset or you’re in pain, because there’s always someone worse off, and therefore you have no right to complain.

That’s the sort of thinking that leads to suicide. Or ‘at best’, deep depression where people feel they’ve got no-one to turn to because they shouldn’t be “bothering” others with their situation.

In the grand scheme of things, the victims of the Norway massacre were innocents. Blown up, killed by debris or shot by the terrorist, they did nothing “wrong” other than simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Amy? She had her addictions, which she’d failed to deal with. But here’s the honest truth – having wads of money doesn’t guarantee you an escape plan from your demons. Further, if we want to be brutally honest, the reckless and ruinous way that paparazzi pursue celebrities at their lowest, looking for those salacious photos of someone in a weak moment just perpetuates a vicious cycle.

Have we already forgotten what happened with News of the World?

Honestly, let’s not judge someone who fell, just because the had money or fell partly as a result of their own mistakes.

And let’s not think that we have to establish a “grief hierarchy”. Just because a tragedy happens in one place doesn’t mean we have to ignore anything else that happens. If we do, we ignore those who may be quietly suffering, who are hoping that just one person will reach out to them and ask, “Hey mate, are you OK? Do you need to talk?”

 

Honestly, Lion was in beta testing for how many months, and I have to put up with this shit when switching spaces? And no, I’m not the only one – other users are reporting it, and a quick Twitter survey even for me confirmed it.

I switch spaces hundreds of times a day. 10.7.1 better fix this, or I’ll be an angry bear:

How many other people is this driving nuts?

10.7, MacPro3,1 with NVIDIA GeForce 8800 GT card. Nothing out of the ordinary!

(NB: If video doesn’t load, either reload the page or view the original here on YouTube.)

 

The IT industry has a term, ‘FUD’ – it stands for Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt, and it’s something cast around liberally by a broad range of people and companies within the industry on an as-needs basis to try to make another sale, or discredit a competitor, etc.

It’s not necessarily about outright lying, but it’s about taking and twisting a kernel of the truth until one, or all of FUD has been established.

I think it’s fair to say a lot of us wrestle on a daily basis with our own FUDs – someone only recently said to me that our harshest critics are usually ourselves, and that criticism is usually in the form of FUD. In the last few days I’ve been wrestling with a chunk of FUD – individual pressures are easy to handle, but cumulatively, they take their toll, and eventually that means that FUD starts chipping away.

For once, this FUD has an expiration date; I just don’t know what that date is yet. The central cause of it is time limited, and so I just have to keep on plodding away until the FUD gets tired, drops off and I get to leave it behind.

But thinking about it tonight has made me realise that while we often take the time to say nice things to one another, doing it in public – saying something good about someone you know, in front of others, is almost frowned upon a lot of the time in western society.

Maybe that’s not so healthy. And maybe, just maybe, FUD doesn’t work so well in situations where we know someone has said something nice about us to others.

So here’s my experiment – I’m picking 20 friends at pseudo-random (where they have a partner whom I know, I’m adding the partner to the list so no-one feels left out!), and saying something nice about them. In particular, something that I admire about them.

In the interests of saving anyone from being embarrassed, I’ll only give their first name and last initial. That way we can all whistle and pretend I was talking about someone else in case the experiment doesn’t work.

(Deep breath) here goes:

  • DarrenW, I admire because his heart is unyielding in its love for others, and he’s always got a kind word, even if he’s hurting.
  • MelindaA, I admire for her ability to switch on at a moment’s notice and become a walking fount of knowledge.
  • IanA, I admire because he travelled halfway across the planet out of love.
  • KimC, I admire because even at her most frenetic, she’s always serene.
  • KarenA, I admire because of her steadfast determination.
  • TomC, I admire because he reminds me of the best parts of myself, but unencumbered by the hangups I had when I was his age.
  • PeteC, I admire because he embodies life and happiness.
  • GeorgeA, I admire because he proves that you can do anything you want if you set your mind to it.
  • LeighB, I admire because his fierce intellect is constantly engaged, even when he’s relaxing.
  • ClintR, I admire because of his open, friendly approach, even to people he barely knows.
  • ChristopherB, I admire because his passion to help others sees him wear his heart on his sleeve every day.
  • ChristianB, I admire because of his fierce loyalty to his friends.
  • TimC, I admire because when he grows up he wants to be someone who inspires others.
  • HoriaA, I admire because he has the courage to reach out to people he doesn’t yet know, in the hope they’ll become friends.
  • SiobhánE, I admire because she reminds me on a daily basis how much better a consultant I could be if I tried.
  • AkikoE, I admire because she’s without a doubt one of the most genuinely sweet people I’ve ever met.
  • BrianN, I admire because he accepts friends as who they are, no matter what.
  • DeanF, I admire because he can put aside being an expert in a field because of a deep seated need to help others.
  • SunshineM, I admire because she strides through life with a passion for the new.
  • JeffR, I admire because of his dedication to achieve his goal of changing his life.
If I’ve sounded soppy – well, that’s not my intent.
 

The Carbon Tax debate in Australia has in many ways echoed a previous campaign which saw bricks and mortar stores lamenting overseas online retailers. The latest has been the laughably hypocritical ad campaign from Gerry Harvey insisting that if you’re not buying Australian made, you’re being unAustralian. This, from a man who sells a remarkably large amount of non-Australian made products in his own stores. There’s computers from Taiwan, there’s TVs from Japan, there’s all number of goods from China, and so on and so forth. But apparently, we can only buy them if we wish to be unAustralian.

This brings me to a simple point that I’m noticing now about conservative politics in Australia – something which has spread from the cancerous and vitriolic conservative politics in the United States:

Conservative politics is increasingly about the very rich convincing the very poor that what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.

This, to use a blunt expression, is a load of shit.

What’s truly disturbing is that conservative politics – the purdue for the most part of the extremely rich – is making a mockery of the poor by encouraging them to collectively vote for and support policies that will at best leave them no better off, by offering short term gain with longer term loss.

It sort of goes like this:

Dear Poor Person,

We, an insanely rich company, object to being slugged with an additional 5% tax.

So we’ve lobbied the government to give you a 2% income tax drop this year.

(PS: Next year, interest rates will rise because of the long-term damage to the economy caused by us not paying our fair share. You may lose your house in the process. So glad you’re cool with that!)

Oh, and here’s a “thankyou” endorsement from some celebrity for what we’ve just said. We’ve just paid them more for the endorsement than you’ll get paid in 30 years.

Nothing was more insidiously representative of this than the American healthcare debate. These conservative pushes regularly succeed because they appeal to individual notions of acceptable greed. That is, they convince people that by supporting the policies, they themselves will be better off. The healthcare debate saw the socially irresponsible argument of “why should I care if my neighbour gets sick?” as a core defence of the status quo. Short term greed, long term fail.

That’s the same status quo that recently, for instance, had a man rob a bank for a dollar just so he could get healthcare in prison.

And it’s the same line of thinking which, for instance, has led to the situation where 95% of Americans are getting poorer every year:

The top 1% of US households receive nearly as much income each year as the value of Germany’s GDP; and they receive more income than all other nations’ GDP (individually, not cumulatively) but the GDPs of Japan, China, and the US.

The financial wealth of the top 1% exceeds the value of the entire GDP of the EU (the world’s largest GDP in aggregate).

Moreover, the top 1% could lose 90% of their financial wealth and still collectively have more wealth than all but each of the world’s top eight GDPs (US, China, Japan, Germany, France, UK, Brazil, and Italy).

That’s frighteningly bad. Yet to call it out as extreme greed, I’ll undoubtedly be called a socialist. And likely by the very poor people I think are being abused by the system.

I’m a middle income earner. Between owning (trans: paying off) a house in one state, and renting in another, and various purchases over the years, I have enough debt that you’d think I’d be eager for any tax cut I can get. But let’s be honest – I’m a member of society, and in return for the protections and the services that society provides me, I ought to, from both a basic obligation and a moral sense of duty, pay “my fair share”.

What galls me is that others think they shouldn’t have to pay their fair share.

Instead, they convince the people who are far worse off than I that they have their best interests at heart, and in doing so bully cowardly governments (and dangle carrots to sycophantic governments) that it’s their way or the highway.

That highway is increasingly full of potholes.

Potholes of neglect. The sort of potholes that can only come from a lack of investment, because funds are going to the wrong people, from the wrong people.

Why?

Because the rich have helicopters – fuck the road, they don’t need it.

It’s time the poor people realised they do.

 

A tribute to the News of the World and News Corp.

Sing along to the music from “The Sound of Silence” (or this instrumental version if it helps):

Hello News Corp, my old friend

I see you’ve hacked my phones again

Because a rumour had you thinking

That you’d delve while I was sleeping

And the wiretap that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

 

In restless dreams you heard my thoughts

Relayed them to all the world

‘Neath the title “He’s a tramp!”

I turn the page, my eyes go damp

When my eyes were stabbed by your words of shite

That caused a fight

And touched the sound of silence

 

And from the stolen words I saw

Ten thousand people maybe more

People talking without speaking

People hearing without listening

People writing bile that voices never shared

No one dared

Disturb the sound of silence

 

“Fools,” said I “you do not know

Your works like a cancer grows

Hear my words that I might teach you

Take my truth I do beseech you”

But my words like silent raindrops fell

And echoed in the wells of silence

 

And the people read and prayed

To the vitriol they had made

And the beast flashed out its warning

In the words found in the morning

And the head said “Celebs and royals in the nude, for all

you prudes”

And fame it falls

And whispered in the sound of silence

 

I’ve been working at a customer site for the last week, and having increased my coffee snobbery over the last month living in Melbourne, just having tea throughout the day rather than instant coffee. For the first time today, I looked at the little tag on the teabag, and saw this little bit of stupidity:

Lipton Front

OK, that’s not so stupid, but the back of the label was:

Lipton stupidity #2

Now, I’ve actually had several chefs and people in the catering industry dismiss the rainforest alliance and the coffee equivalent as a bit of a joke – that it’s a way of marketing negative guilt. That aside though, the tag line is stupider than any I’ve seen in a long time:

Already 50% of this tea comes from Rainforest Alliance Certified[TM] farms

Oh, really? So I should only feel half guilty for drinking it?

What’s next? A dozen eggs where it’s advertised “Already 50% of these eggs are free range”?

Lipton, you give stupid people a bad name.

 

So, as of today, Darren and I have been in Melbourne for an entire month.

And what a tumultuous month it’s been. Just a few days before we moved, Darren’s work of 17 years put him off, and just a few days after we moved, Darren’s beloved grandmother died. You might think that these had left the move an unhappy experience for us, but to the contrary, while both events were obviously disappointing, and the latter profoundly saddening, it was the actual move itself which allowed us to keep our spirits up.

Without really realising the significance of it, we moved to Melbourne just as Southern Hibearnation 2011 was kicking off. We swore off doing anything, and did indeed skip a few major events, but we ended up attending a few casual nights as well as Mr Australasia Bear 2011.

We’ve spent the time cementing existing friendships, making face to face friends out of people we’d only until that point talked to online, and making entirely new friends. We’ve already got such deep friendships with some that imagining our lives before is … difficult. In just a month we’ve experienced the profound happiness that comes from entering a welcoming and friendly community.

About a month before the move, a “friend” had posted a rather bitchy and inappropriate comment on a very innocent Facebook update. Annoyed, I did something I’ve only done once or twice in the entire time I’ve been on Facebook, and deleted his comment. Within a few seconds, he’d deleted me as a friend on Facebook (no great loss), and sent me the following message:

“Your gonna fit right into the Stuffy Melb. scene”

And I guess I did. But stuffy? Only if that’s code for “friendly”. This is most definitely a place we belong in.

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