This other Eden, demi-paradise

Few know about them outside of the state, but some of the most beautiful places on earth are in North and North Central Florida. And I say this not just because I grew up there, but as someone who has traveled much of the world and knows it to be true.

Fern Hammock Springs, Ocala National Forest, Florida:

juniper

This photo in no way โ€“ not even minimally close, not even an iota โ€“ does the place justice. In person, it is heart-stoppingly beautiful.

Iโ€™ve been to a lot of springs in North Florida. Hundreds of them. First time Iโ€™ve ever been to this one, and when I turned the corner and saw it, I was gaping in awe.

The water is so clear that it looks what, maybe a few inches deep? Try 6-8 feet.

Even with the best medium format camera in the world with the ideal lighting, I couldnโ€™t convey 1/1000 of what itโ€™s like to turn the corner of the trail and see this before you in the forest. And sorry for the crappiness of the picture. I was using my little camera, in poor lighting for good photography.

If what I felt when I saw this spring is close to what people term a religious experience, I can understand how that could be addictive.

Most of these springs will be gone in my lifetime due to climate change and water extraction. Some are already dying.

If you want to see them, come now. Soon they will be no more.

Diatomic

I’m curious if the sexual dimorphism of human females were genetically eliminated, how that would affect the likelihood or sexual harassment, rape and other similar crimes and insults.

Much of that behavior is caused by culture in the immediate sense, no doubt, but I wonder how much culture would shift if the greater physical threat were in principal more equalized.

Speaking from personal experience, I was raised in a culture where fighting for males was the norm and was widely accepted — expected, even. I grew up fighting because I had no choice — because I was male and a complete misfit growing up in the rural South. (On that note, really fucking funny how my dad thought I was effeminate and weak and not manly, when I got in a fistfight nearly every day at school for years*.)ย  I’m smaller than probably 65% of US males, but that size differential versus the cultural expectations under which I grew up — and my own nature — hasn’t prevented me from confronting harassers, bullies and other dregs of society when called to it, even when alone or sorely outmatched.

I’m not trying to glorify myself or to blame the victims for not fighting back. Mainly just thinking aloud. Anyway, there’s little glory in beating someone’s head in even if they are a bully and do very much deserve it. Most people haven’t fought much and aren’t very good at it, so it’s almost like taking advantage of them when they stroll in with such confidence — getting by on intimidating people with their size and bluster for years — and find someone who knows how to fight and better yet (but worse for them), enjoys it and likes bleeding and likes righteous pain and likes the red mist of hand-to-hand combat.

But enough about my mental problems.

I’m guessing over time if sexual dimorphism were genetically eliminated, the change would precipitate a cultural shift toward far less harassment and sexual violence. More men would be more afraid if Cassie from accounting could also bench 200 pounds, in other words.

I’m not saying that’s the only way to get there, but I like thinking about possibilities. I am also sure that this post will offend in some way nearly anyone who reads it — whether it’s the violence, the talk of monkeying with the human genome, or a million things I’ve not thought of. But so be it. I’m a die-hard liberal, but I’m a militant one, and I won’t be shoved into the milquetoast mode that most liberals seem to adore.

Liberals spend too much time worrying about hurting feelings, and not enough time out there offending sensibilities and breaking shit. Not gonna be me, sorry.

*I even had a pair of steel-toed boots that I wore for a year as they were really good for taking someone out at the knees — I mainly used these on a few really bad higher-grade bullies who were so much taller than me that I couldn’t even punch them in the face easily. Quite a bit easier to reach their faces when they are on the ground crying.

No more Compy386

The future of general-purpose computing is pretty bleak, and what a great loss that will be.

Most people donโ€™t care, even though the effect on their lives is immense. I used to hesitate (ok, not very much) to term these people stupid, but really they are. In practice, in the real world, when you care not a bit about something that will make your world very much worse, you are stupid. There is no other word for it.

Of course it is hard to fight against the propaganda and FUD foisted onto us by an increasingly corporation-dominated world.

General purpose computers will never go away, of course. They canโ€™t โ€“ else no content could ever be created, no new programs could ever be written, etc.

However, I suspect they will be increasingly restricted legally, and eventually will require special, expensive licenses to operate.

Probably by 2025, if you are government-approved for a โ€œgeneral purpose computerโ€ license, you will hand over your $10,000, all your activities will be monitored, and the license will require renewal every year.

Thatโ€™s best guess.

Worst guess I donโ€™t even want to think about.

Not mysterious

File sharers buy 30% more music than non-P2P peers.

Well, duh. Completely obvious. If it werenโ€™t for file sharing the past decade, Iโ€™d probably have spent less than $50 on music of any sort, including concert tickets.

With file sharing, Iโ€™ve spent closer to $1,000.

The RIAAโ€™s quest to stop file sharing has nothing to do with protecting artists or creating incentives to make more music โ€“ itโ€™s all about protecting a business model that harms artists and fans.

Book it

I hate almost all mainstream book awards because theyโ€™ll generally pick the top five most boring-ass books about white men having mid-life crises published in the past year, meanwhile absolutely wonderful so-called genre books are completely ignored.

In my opinion, the best book of last year was Jo Waltonโ€™s Among Others. It was far better than at least two of the books on the NBA list that Iโ€™ve also read. Far, far better, really.

It pisses me off to no end that Walton’s masterpiece is ignored just because it had some fairies, but Eggersโ€™ somnambulistic male midlife crisis book-curse of the month club is chosen.

Makes no damn sense.

Smarty man

The one thing I dislike most about my current job โ€“ and really, any IT job — is that when you are the โ€œsmart guyโ€ you get to be the shit-sweeper.

Everyone gets to screw everything up with wild abandon, but you, ah you are the one who is supposed to be always there to fix it.

Iโ€™d rather not be known as the โ€œsmart guy,โ€ but once everyone figures out that you can clean up their messes, they then feel that you have the obligation and the absolute requirement to do so.

Guess it means Iโ€™ll always have a job if I want one, at least.

Dirty fighting

Was just thinking about the fights Iโ€™ve been in today.

Iโ€™m not a big guy. I donโ€™t have the luxury of waiting for someone to beat on me before I lay into them. Especially if there is two of them. Then I stand no real chance if I donโ€™t act first.

One opponent, I might give them a free punch. Unless I canโ€™t see them, Iโ€™m usually able to duck it or dodge it as my one true (and sometimes, only) advantage is speed.

Thereโ€™s been two times in my life where Iโ€™ve fought against more than one opponent. One time I got beat up fairly badly, but I still guess I technically won. Though my face didnโ€™t feel like Iโ€™d won. Luckily, I donโ€™t bruise easily so what on most people would have been an enormous black eye was barely noticeable.

The other time was pretty successful. The only real strategy I can use against two opponents given my size is to hurt the first guy so badly quickly that he wonโ€™t get up again for a while. In the case I am talking about, it was a really hard throat punch combined with stepping on the guyโ€™s foot and pushing him backwards as hard as I could. He fell and didnโ€™t get up again for thirty seconds or so, enough time for me to deal with his friend.

The advantage of this is that it intimidates the second guy, too.

The disadvantage is that to the police, you will appear to be the aggressor even if itโ€™s clear these guys were going to tear your head off.

In the last fight, the one with the throat punch, the second guy rushed me and tried to get me on the ground, but I kneed him in the stomach a few times, did a short elbow to the side of his face and also put a finger in his eye shortly thereafter โ€“ all really dirty techniques, but as I said I am not big and every opponent Iโ€™ve ever fought has outweighed me by at least 40 pounds, and some by as much as 80. Not odds in my favor.

The fight ended when it got broken up, but it was pretty much over by then, anyway. He didnโ€™t want any more of that.

h8

I donโ€™t hate Windows 8 because it is different; no, I hate it because it fucking sucks.

I have no problem at all with iOS that runs on my iPad. It is nearly the perfect OS for a tablet. It very effectively minimizes the limitations of a tablet and maximizes its capabilities.

For how I use a tablet, their might be a better possible OS using the technologies available today, but I am not smart enough to think of what that could be. That is to say, Appleโ€™s iOS is pretty much ideal for its tablet use case.

But using a tablet or phone OS on the desktop, as Windows 8 attempts to force users to do?

Yes, yes, I know, tablets are allegedly the future and all that. But the fact is that right at this very moment, despite what youโ€™ve heard in the media, PCs still outsell tablets by something like 20 to 1. And also, there are something like 120 times as many PCs in the world that could run Windows 8 than there are tablets of any type.

So this means that Microsoft is going out on a limb of their own choosing and forcing their much larger number of customers to run an OS designed for a tablet or phone on a desktop machine.

Not sure about you, but my desktop ainโ€™t no tablet, and it surely is not a phone. The use paradigm for the two smaller devices is much different than what is is ideal on a 23โ€+ monitor.

I used Windows 8 for a few days. It was exercise in sheer frustration, and then unbridled fury. Not even Windows ME riled me up so much. At least the interface in that one made sense, even if it crashed every half hour.

I know how to shut any Windows OS down at the command line, which I still managed to find in Windows 8, but while using it I wanted to attempt to figure out how to shut it down the regular โ€œconsumerโ€ way, as most people would experience it. It took me 30 minutes of continual searching to discover how to shut down the OS.

Amazing.

And thatโ€™s not even the most frustrating part of the OS.

I hate everything about Windows 8, and hope it dies a painful death in interface hell.

Ah, the memories

Sometimes, I go to florida.arrests.org and for fun look up the county where I grew up to see how long it takes me to find someone I know โ€“ or rather, knew.

It usually does not take that long because I grew up in, let us say, less than savory conditions.

Take this one, for instance.

Arrested for battery? What a shocker.

I once chased this clown out of my house with a chainsaw when I was about 16.

Funny to think that in some video games people think it is badass to wield a chainsaw as a weapon. Iโ€™ve wielded one in real life that way. Heh.

If only I were making this stuff up. If only.