Got crypto?

Chief cypherpunk John Gilmore tells it like it is:

The US government’s moves to impose totalitarian control in the last year (secret trials, enemies lists, massive domestic surveillance) are what some of the more paranoid among us have been expecting for years.
I was particularly amused by last week’s comments from the Administration that it’ll be too hard to retrain the moral FBI agents
who are so careful of our civil rights — so we’ll need a new
domestic-spying agency that will have no compunctions about violating
our civil rights and wasting our money by spying on innocent people.

While there’s plenty of fodder for argument among the details, the
overall thrust of the effort seems pretty clear.

Now’s a great time to deploy good working encryption, everywhere you
can. Next month or next year may be too late. And even honest ISPs,
banks, airlines (hah), etc, may be forced by law or by secret pressure
to act as government spies. Make your security work end-to-end.

Got STARTTLS?
Got IPSEC?
Got SSH?

Use it or lose it.

What Protects the French From Heart Disease?

Science marches onward and takes another crack at the “French Paradox” – a term that doctors, nutritionists, and their like refer to the French diet paradox. The French eat fatty food, smoke, and drink more than other western country, yet they have lower risks of heart disease. Is it the wine? Not really, but it is cultural…

So, I looked around the world at eating habits, and ended up focussing on France. If one thing above all stands out about French culture, in relation to British culture, it is their attitude to food and eating. The average Brit treats meals as a refuelling exercise, the French, most clearly, do not. They spend hours eating meals, relaxing, enjoying the food. It is a social occasion.

Anyway, to return to the question posed in the title of this article. What protects the French? I think it is clear that they are protected not by what they eat, but by how they eat. By eating in a relaxed fashion they do not pit the system of anabolism and catabolism against each other, they do not trigger insulin resistance, and hyperglycaemic spikes, and therefore they do not damage the endothelium in the prandial/post-prandial state. Vive la France!

Vive la France indeed!

On This Site: Nothing Happened

Nothing happened here.

It’s long been a tradition in Paris to mount a plaque on a building where a noteworthy tenant – a war hero, major writer or other luminary – lived or died.

But recently, the tradition has taken a curious turn.

Take, for example, a plaque that appeared mysteriously on a facade in eastern Paris stating: “On April 17, 1967 – nothing happened here.”

Or one in the garment district paying homage to a former resident identified as, “Karima Bentiffa – civil servant.”

[via New World Disorder]

The Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy Against Mike Davis

A new Mike Davis book, a new completely over-the-top lengthy histrionic attack on Davis from the establishment.

Until recently, the sperm of UC Irvine professors was not among the many subjects covered in the pages of The Guardian, one of England’s leading daily newspapers. But there it was in John Sutherland’s Sept. 30 column: “Tell Me Lies About Iraq: Politicians, generals and authors are all fighting the fiercest battle of all-to make us believe their side of the story.”

Despite the column’s title, no politician’s statements are scrutinized. No general is mentioned. And the examination of authors is limited to one: UC Irvine history professor Mike Davis.

Sutherland accuses Davis of aligning himself with the forces of darkness by using his new book, Dead Cities: And Other Tales, to poison the public debate in the U.K. over a “preemptive” war against Iraq. “The Iraqi lie factories are in full production,” Sutherland writes. “Davis has his product out early.”

This is strange because Dead Cities isn’t about Iraq. But then Sutherland isn’t actually attacking Davis for anything he has written about Iraq. Instead, he’s infuriated by something Dead Cities reveals in passing about the late, great Winston Churchill in a chapter on the U.S. Army’s Dugway Proving Ground in Utah. Sutherland is so upset he uses 14 of the column’s 15 paragraphs to attack Davis as a scholar and a person, in a way that is remarkable for its sneering disregard for the truth and for its incompetence.

Davis says Dead Cities is a study of “‘the radical contingency of cities,’ as well as the Urban West.” One of the book’s “dead cities” is the German Village, whose remains still stand at the Dugway Proving Ground. The U.S. Army Air Corps constructed the German Village during World War II to determine the best way to bomb Germany. “Best” in this context means “most destructive,” and “Germany” means “German civilians.”

And this is where Churchill enters the story.

Winston Churchill was an enthusiastic proponent of bombing civilians, as Davis amply documents. Specifically, Churchill was a proponent of bombing poor and working-class neighborhoods. The “mansions of the Nazi political and industrial elites” were off-limits because, as Davis neatly puts it, “this risked retaliation against Burke’s peerage”-that is, the British aristocracy and landed gentry, including Churchill’s own family. Middle-class neighborhoods were considered poor targets because the space between the homes made it harder for bombs to produce maximum damage. But the crowded conditions of working-class neighborhoods were perfect.

You Are A Suspect

Everyone is linking to William Safire’s column today. And yes, it’s that important:

If the Homeland Security Act is not amended before passage, here is what will happen to you:

Every purchase you make with a credit card, every magazine subscription you buy and medical prescription you fill, every Web site you visit and e-mail you send or receive, every academic grade you receive, every bank deposit you make, every trip you book and every event you attend – all these transactions and communications will go into what the Defense Department describes as “a virtual, centralized grand database.”

To this computerized dossier on your private life from commercial sources, add every piece of information that government has about you – passport application, driver’s license and bridge toll records, judicial and divorce records, complaints from nosy neighbors to the F.B.I., your lifetime paper trail plus the latest hidden camera surveillance – and you have the supersnoop’s dream: a “Total Information Awareness” about every U.S. citizen.

This is not some far-out Orwellian scenario. It is what will happen to your personal freedom in the next few weeks if John Poindexter gets the unprecedented power he seeks.

[via everyone]

The Best Record Review of the Month

Julian Cope reviews Comets On Fire’s Field Recordings From The Sun

A press release that kinda grabs you by the PooPoo, huh? Almost beats Keith Altham’s ‘Narcissus in Metamorphosis’ note of SCOTT 3. Make ya wanna listen? Yup, me too. And, like Les Rallizes Denudes, it doesn’t disappoint. Comets on Fire stuck a 4-track TEAC cassette machine in one room like Donald Ross Skinner did with DROOLIAN, but these suckers came out with the loudest record this side of the Cheer’s ‘Song Cycle’.

Next thing we know, they’z flagged down a passing hearse and supped on the dead remains of our lately passed and beloved Lord David Sutch, got themselves well bombed out on that goon’s pills, and speedily delivered an even better 2nd album, faultlessly-named (and itchy-with-self-understanding) FIELD RECORDINGS FROM THE SUN.

Wakka-wakka, as Fozzie Bear would say.
Be expectant, be very expectant.

Because gone is the extreme-just-to-be-extreme Ibiza sunburn of the first LP, to be replaced with the choicest melange of FUNHOUSE and HALL OF THE MOUNTAIN GRILL. Those first album turds on a bum ride have, by this second album, become spectral starchasers with Pausanius’ ticket to ancient truths. In just a few months, they’z gone from three foot six inch Austrolecipethicus types to divine six foot temple builders. Sonically, it’s a distance thing, like they’ve moved the horizon several miles back and parked a fjord in front of the microphone. But emotionally and psychically it’s the difference between UNKNOWN PLEASURES and CLOSER, and it’s the daring action of forward-thinking Motherfuckers.

So there you go. Obvious, immediate, totally absorbing – buy them, steal them, burn them, both albums are a Must Have. Anyway, I figured I’d better push FIELD RECORDINGS FROM THE SUN because it’s newer, easier to find, and MUCH better. But I thought I’d better at least inform you of the presence of that first one because you still need it and it’ll only get re-issued on CD if irate heads berate those involved. So, here goes on the description, and I’ll keep it as minimal as I can without frothing at the mouth too much…