Did Al-Zarqawi Get Dusted by Smart Dust?

Word on the street is that Abu Musab al Zarqawi (a/k/a al-Zarqawi), who was done in last Wednesday during an air strike on his ‘safe’ (not) house, was dusted by “smart dust”. Dusted in at least two senses of the word, that is.

The supposition is that al-Zarqawi, during a close encounter of a dusting kind with an allied operative, was sprinkled with fairy dust (ok, smart dust), enabling allied forces to track his every move, and know exactly where he was at any given moment.

Now, of course, you could never do that over here, without a court order, because of the Constitution. I mean, you couldn’t, right? Right?

According to some sources, Iraqi locals were even aware of the smart dust, which some viewed more as “magic dust”. But really, there is no magic about it, and the same (or roughly the same) technology has been used more and more in civilian applications over here.

Explained Computer World, back in 2003, “‘Smart dust’ devices are tiny wireless microelectromechanical sensors (MEMS) that can detect everything from light to vibrations. Thanks to recent breakthroughs in silicon and fabrication techniques, these “motes” could eventually be the size of a grain of sand, though each would contain sensors, computing circuits, bidirectional wireless communications technology and a power supply. Motes would gather scads of data, run computations and communicate that information using two-way band radio between motes at distances approaching 1,000 feet.”

In their simplest form RFIDs, dust motes, smart dust, smart chips, etc., all operate, for lay purpose, on much the same principle. They carry with them simple information, such as (usually) a single numeric identifier, which can be transmitted back to a mother ship, helping the mother ship to know exactly where the transmitter – and whatever is attached to it – are at any given time.

Or the transmission of the number can be used as a password to unlock anything from your computer to your door (or, if you are Amal Grafstra, with an RFID implanted in your hand, both).

Or, to prove your identity when embedded in your passport, or your arm.

Or, to dust you, when you’ve been dusted with the dust.

The Most Discriminated-Against Class in America: White Males

“Why are there American Girls books, but no American Boys books?” asked our son last year.

Of course, I couldn’t give him the real answer: “Because, son, you belong to the most discriminated-against class in America: white males.”

If you disagree with that statement, you must either be one of those brainwashed womyn, or one of those men who has assumed the mantle of male guilt which was foisted on you by – yes – one of those womyn.

Because any man who has been through the family law system, or has been counselled at work about all the various things which used to be – you know, pleasantries – which can now get them sued for sexual harassment, or who has even the most rudimentary of observational skills, will tell you: men are horribly discriminated against now.

And if you are a man who can’t claim membership in some minority group to buy you some sympathy – to give you a nationally-endorsed permission slip – you have no excuse at all.

How out of hand has it become?

A few months ago a 6-year old boy was suspended from kindergarten for putting his finger inside a female playmate’s waistband.

Think that would have happened if a girl had done it? Or the waistband had belong to another boy? How about if a girl had done it and the waistband had belonged to a boy? Nope.

How about John Wayne Bobbitt? When wife Lorena gave him the unkindest cut of all, jokes abounded – talk radio, Letterman, Leno, you name it. Everybody was making jokes about the fact that his wife cut off his organ and threw it out the window.

Now imagine what would have happened if roles had been reversed, and he had cut off one of her breasts and thrown it out the window. And if a single talk-show host – or someone at the water cooler – had dared breathe a joke about it? Talk about a lynching waiting to happen. Why is it funny when a woman dismembers a man?

Because, you know, men are disposable.

But women are sacred, and need special treatment.

How sad that the true equality for which the original women’s movement worked so hard has now been perverted into a form of gender-based merit system which infantilizes women more overtly than ever did the old systems. Because now women apparently need special dispensations just for being women – while men are just, well, bad.

As a nation we have been brainwashed into believing that girls need special treatment, while boys need, well, special treatment of another, darker kind.

Or, as an article in USA Today put it, “Girls get extra school help while boys get Ritalin.”

In some schools 10% or more of the boys are on Ritalin, and nationally 80% of the children on Ritalin are boys.

Because they have a “disciplinary” problem.

Their problem is, of course, that they have a Y chromosome.

It’s as simple as that.

All men are potential rapists. Boys? They are just disciplinary problems who haven’t realized their rapist potential … yet.

And nobody ever seems to question an “American Girls” product line, but boy oh boy would there be an outcry against an “American Boys” product line.

Yesterday our son, who objects to the idea of an “American Girl” series of books “because it excludes people”, which we have taught him not to do, told us, with a conspiratorial grin, “It’s ok, I get them back.”

“Oh, how do you do that?”

“I buy them and read them anyway.”

That’s showing them, son.

Robert Scoble Quits Microsoft to Go to PodTech.news – Does it Matter?

Robert Scoble, the Crown Prince of Bloggers over at Microsoft, is leaving Microsoft to join PodTech.net. The news that Scoble is leaving Microsoft – which wasn’t even supposed to be news yet – leaked out sometime between last night and this morning. In fact, Scoble himself said of the leak, about 11 hours ago, “I just made this decision and it got out before I was completely ready to talk about it.”

Reactions to the news that of Scoble’s departure have ranged from “so what?” to “ohmygawd, it’s the end of the world as we know it!”

So the big question is – is this big news? And if so, why is it big news?

Well, Scoble is clearly the most visible of all of the bloggers at Microsoft, itself one of the most visible of companies. But as Scoble himself points out, he was but one of 3,000 bloggers at Microsoft.

Still, he was considered by many to be the people’s voice of Microsoft.

Some, such as Mathew Ingram and Vinnie Mirchandani, suggest that perhaps Microsoft didn’t treat Scoble well enough – didn’t do enough to try to keep him from leaving. To that Scoble scoffs, “How do you know that the company didn’t move heaven and hell to keep me happy? They did. I have the best job in the tech world. Bar none.”

So the question is, what is the big news? Why is this big news? Or, put another way, is there any there there?

In other words, what’s the big scoop?

Well, according the Scoble, the big scoop is this: He’s really excited by the opportunity to work in the video blogging industry. He says, after meeting Cali Lewis, one of the video bloggers working with Adam Curry at podshow, “Cali is showing us all that you can get a low-cost video camera, make an interesting show in your nights and weekends, and within six months get such a large audience that you are quitting your day job.”

What he found to be most of note in this exchange with Cali was the big smile on her face as she was talking about it.

Concluded Scoble, “But I had the same smile on my face when I told Cali I just quit my day job too to work in this new media industry.”

Now, Robert and I run in some of the same circles, and some of the same mailing lists, and so I understand that, and all I have to say to that is, “Good on ya, Robert! We wish you the best!”

Why Should It Matter What Sex Your Online Partner Is?

I’ve been online for – ohmygawd – nearly 20 years. Which, as we all know, is about 2000 years in Internet time. I couldn’t believe it myself, until I started counting backwards. But I’ve been online since 1987, when I first got out to the nascient Internet from a university account. Actually at that point it wasn’t so much of an Internet as a multi-institution intranet.

Back then there were several sites just coming online which offered forums. You had to dial into them, as, again, there wasn’t really an Internet, at least not as we know it today. Heck, not even as we knew it ten years ago.

Let’s see, there was Compuserve with its ‘CB’ forums, Qlink, and PeopleLink, to name a few.

I was a “host” for a couple of these sites, involved in running online relationship forums for Qlink and PeopleLink. And let me tell you, even back then, we saw a lot of interesting things.

Perhaps one of the most interesting was people finding out that the people they had met online, “fallen in love with”, and had computer and phone sex with – all without ever meeting them in person – were not who they pretended to be (what a surprise!)

In fact, sometimes they were not even the sex they had pretended to be.

I recall one woman in particular, who had ‘fallen in love’ with a man from another state. They had not yet met in person, but had already engaged in a frenzied affair, complete with torrid computer sex.

And then, the woman discovered that her lover was actually not a man at all, but another woman.

And she freaked out.

Understandably.

And yet…

And yet…

Why did she freak out? Let’s think about this for a minute – why did it matter so much, given the context? I mean, her online partner had always been a woman. She was already a woman when they met, and already a woman when they engaged in computer sex, to which this person had responded quite positively at the time.

The only thing which changed was her knowledge of the sex of her cyber-partner.

The issue of having been lied to aside (because in my experience that is not what bothers people in this situation so much – it’s learning that they were engaged in a ‘relationship’ with someone of the “wrong sex”), weren’t her responses to this person all in her own head? And not really predicated on the actual sex of her partner at all?

Every physical response she had was based on her reaction to reading what someone had written.

That what was being written was being written by someone of the same sex, rather someone of the opposite sex, didn’t affect the reader’s responses at the time at all. Because she didn’t know.

Because it was all in her own head.

Of course, in person, this scenario would never (well, rarely) happen. But online it happens more than you might think. One good reason to not engage in online ‘relationships’ without meeting the person early on – if this sort of thing matters to you (as it certainly would to me).

Would you be upset to find out that you had responded sexually to someone online whom you thought was a woman (or man, as appropriate for you), if you found out after the fact that they were in fact a man (or woman, as appropriate for you)?

And if so, why?

After all, it’s all in your head.

Does Low Voting Turn Out Signify Ignorance and Apathy?

Does yesterday’s low voting turn out signify ignorance and apathy?

I don’t know, and I don’t care.

No, seriously, lots of people are complaining, apparently surprised by yesterday’s low voting turn out.

First of all, it was a primary. C’mon, folks, we can barely get people excited about the general elections these days, let alone primaries. What’d you expect?

Second, I figure it this way: either people are so disaffected – or feel so disenfranchised – from the past six years, no matter what their politics, that they just can’t get excited about it any more.

Honestly, when it comes right down to it, I don’t think anybody in this country any longer believes that their individual vote makes a blind bit of difference.

Do you?

If George Bush Had a Blog

….would anybody read it?

“Why have a personal blog?” I am on occasion asked. “Who is it for? Isn’t it a bit vain of you?”

So I ponder, “Yes, why have a personal blog?”

Well, because I have things to say. Observations to make. Rants to rant, and pictures to post.

For the people who want to read them, here they are.

But today I thought “If George Bush had a personal blog, on which he discussed only personal stuff, would anyone read it?”

And if him, why not me?

And who would be on his blogroll?

The Blog is Dead, Long Live the Blog!

MangeMerde.com is now the official blog of She Devil, a/k/a me.

So please update your feeds because the feed at SheDevilsBlog.com is going away.

The new feed address is:

feed:http://www.mangemerde.com/feed/

That is all.

At Least I’m Not an Art Critic

Few things can eclipse the level of ridiculousness to which descriptions of wine from wine critics sink, but I have to tell you, descriptions of art and artists by art critics is one of them.

Take for example this real-world description which we recently saw at a local art museum. Only the name of the artist has been changed:

“John Doe’s work entices us to view it both up close and from a distance. When viewed in its larger context, this series of small paintings create a harmonious arrangement of natural forms. These forms, at a close distance, establish a reductive language that addresses the formal concerns of painting and drawing. It is this tension between Doe’s technical skills and his passion for the intuitive process which gives rise to a dynamic conversation in the work. These conversations keep all the components together as they form, dissolve, and re-form.”

And they accuse us lawyers of being full of nonsense.