Monsanto’s fake persuaders

Corporations have always funded allegedly independent support groups that act as mouthpieces for corporate propaganda. Monsanto takes this activity to the next level

While, in the past, companies have created fake citizens’ groups to campaign in favour of trashing forests or polluting rivers, now they create fake citizens. Messages purporting to come from disinterested punters are planted on listservers at critical moments, disseminating misleading information in the hope of recruiting real people to the cause. Detective work by the campaigner Jonathan Matthews and the freelance journalist Andy Rowell shows how a PR firm contracted to the biotech company Monsanto appears to have played a crucial but invisible role in shaping scientific discourse.

Brain, Heart, and a five figure photography budget

As of today, they’re still taking orders for free subscriptions. BrainHeart is getting namechecked all over Blogistan today… I wonder if they’re suspecting…

BrainHeart is the
strangest magazine I read these days. It’s a glossy Swedish magazine funded by one of the big Euro wireless venture capital firms. It has this crazy aspiration to be a muddy mix of Wallpaper*, Red Herring, Fast Company, Wired, and What Mobile?. All the articles are written in a eurojetsetting Scandlish intonation: perfectly grammatical with a plodding sing-song quality. “Let’s assume that we would like to take a wireless tourist tour through Stockholm’s 750-year-old Old Town, Gamla Stan. What would the tour look like?”, begins one rip-roaring read. Every cover has a man and a women from the endlessly dull business world of Swedish telecoms, wearing these perfect clothes, perfectly photographed in perfect settings. The articles are all about building telcos “with brain and heart”, but it’s mostly just “wouldn’t it be great if we could all be nice to one another, and guess how many Kronor I just spent on my new headset?”. I can’t put it down. I haven’t been as simultaneously revolted and fascinated by a publication since the rise of the Mexican Death zine. Get a BrainHeart subscription for free, and share my confusion.

[via Oblomovka]

Thumbnail sketch of Dick Cheney’s accounting problems

Michael Kinsley at Slate nicely outlines the breaking scandal involving Halliburton (when Cheney was CEO) and Arthur Anderson.

The New York Times, which first reported the Halliburton funny business, explained it pretty clearly: The company runs large construction projects, mostly for the government and the oil industry. Apparently, large construction projects work just like small ones, such as remodeling the bathroom. That is, the contractor states a price, runs over budget, then tries to get the customer to fork over the difference. Until 1998 Halliburton had the tact to wait until it got the extra money before putting it on the books. In that year, it began guessing how much of a disputed surcharge would ultimately get paid and crediting itself in advance. Why not? You only live once! This self-administered pick-me-up added $100 million in reported revenues to Halliburton’s books.

And where was Arthur Andersen while its client Halliburton was saute-ing the spreadsheets? Looking the other way, apparently. Later, when the Enron story broke, Halliburton undoubtedly thought, “Goodness. We’d better get rid of Arthur Andersen and find ourselves an accounting firm with integrity. We certainly don’t wish to be associated with an auditor that will allow us to do the kind of thing we’re doing.” So they fired Arthur Andersen. Too late, too late. Due entirely to Andersen’s failure to stop it, Halliburton is now under investigation for doing what it did.

And where was the future vice president while this was going on? The company insists, graciously, that a mere $100 million flyspeck on the company accounts (1999 income: $438 million) was beneath the notice of a busy CEO like Dick Cheney. This is believable. Cheney’s income in 2000, his last year at Halliburton, was $36 million in salary, bonuses, benefits, deferred compensation, restricted stock sales, exercised options, frequent-flier miles, a turkey at Christmas, and other standard elements of the modern CEO compensation package. It is a vital responsibility of anyone who is that valuable to remain completely ignorant of anything improper going on around him. He owes it to the company to be untainted.

As Patrick says in his ‘blog: “Hot times in the undisclosed location”

Hiro Yamagata – maximum-strength laser artist

Yowza! I just discovered that Japanese laser light artist Hiro Yamagata has a web site well stocked with photographs and QuickTime movies. We caught one of his installations in Santa Monica a couple of years ago and it was basically indescribable. Imagine walking into an immersive version of the 2001 “stargate” sequence or a giant brain with baseball-sized synapses firing off in front of you.

Grading the flags of the world

An obsessive flag nut gives out letter grades to all the flags of the world, with icon-ratings and hil-arious commentary…

(on the Falkland Islands flag) “Worst UK colonial flag. Has a sheep on it. Actually, if you look closely, you can see that the sheep is riding on top of an island, which is riding on top of a ship. Also the stupid slogan is in English, and is a platitude.”

Alcofa Portuguese Supermarket – the first piece of spam that’s ever worked on me

After years of fighting spam with aggressive server blocking, IP blacklists, and ever more complicated client filtering, I’m still getting spam (20-30 a day) but at least the spam is better. In place of porn spams, I’m getting spam for gourmet ingredients imported from Portugal.

COINTELPRO revisited part 2 – The Judi Bari bombing

Amazing update on the Judi Bari bombing civil trial….

For those of you just tuning in to this long-running whodunit, Bari and Cherney were driving through east Oakland in May 1990 when a bomb exploded in their car. The injured pair were prominent figures in the Earth First! movement, a loose-knit, nominally leaderless group of shit-disturbing environmentalists. Oakland cops – working with the Federal Bureau of Investigation – quickly arrested the duo. Cherney and Bari, the cops said, had accidentally blown themselves up while transporting their own bomb.

“We’re assuming the device was placed in the car by the occupants,” one Oakland detective told the San Francisco Examiner at the time.

The press pounced on the story. The Ex painted Earth First! as a band of deranged ecoterrorists. The New York Times ran a front-page piece on the incident. Then, a few months later, with Earth First!’s reputation in tatters, the charges were quietly dropped for lack of evidence.

The cops never busted the real bomber – a fact that’s tied amateur sleuths and paranoiacs from Arcata to the Golden Gate in Pynchonian knots for the past 12 years.

To Cherney and Bari it smelled like a classic COINTELPRO-type setup, the kind of thing J. Edgar Hoover did to the Black Panthers. They figured the feds and local cops had jumped at the chance to arrest them – and link them to terrorism in the media – even though the evidence was shaky at best. In 1991 the two Earth First!ers hit back, suing the FBI and the Oakland Police Department, charging the agencies with fabricating evidence, giving false testimony, and collaborating in a smear campaign.

Last month, after more than a decade of legal tussles – and five years after Bari died of cancer – Cherney and Darlene Comingore, the executor of Bari’s estate, finally got the suit in front of a jury.

It was a wild ride. Testimony in the courtroom of U.S. District Judge Claudia Wilken lifted the lid on some amazingly suspicious – possibly criminal – behavior on the part of the FBI and the OPD.

First the agencies were forced to admit that information included in two key search warrants was bogus – the only real question was which agency had lied. Later testimony revealed that Oakland cops raided Bari’s house even after she and Cherney were exonerated by an FBI bomb expert. Then we learned about the mysterious disappearance of 57 FBI documents related to the case.

On top of the bungling or subterfuge – it’s tough to say which – the trial unearthed another fairly stunning fact: A shadowy OPD unit kept tabs on scores of local dissidents and shared that information with the feds. The G-men, for their part, compiled a database of some 600 people Bari and Cherney called on the phone.

And who said the Red Squads and COINTELPRO were a thing of the past?

[via Disinformation]

My Blog, My Outboard Brain

Cory Doctorow’s latest O’Reilly Net column neatly distills down the reason why we ‘blog:

As a committed infovore, I need to eat roughly six times my weight in information every day or my brain starts to starve and atrophy. I gather information from many sources: print, radio, television, conversation, the Web, RSS feeds, email, chance, and serendipity. I used to bookmark this stuff, but I just ended up with a million bookmarks that I never revisited and could never find anything in.

Theoretically, you can annotate your bookmarks, entering free-form reminders to yourself so that you can remember why you bookmarked this page or that one. I don’t know about you, but I never actually got around to doing this — it’s one of those get-to-it-later eat-your-vegetables best-practice housekeeping tasks like defragging your hard drive or squeegeeing your windshield that you know you should do but never get around to.

Until I started blogging. Blogging gave my knowledge-grazing direction and reward. Writing a blog entry about a useful and/or interesting subject forces me to extract the salient features of the link into a two- or three-sentence elevator pitch to my readers, whose decision to follow a link is predicated on my ability to convey its interestingness to them. This exercise fixes the subjects in my head the same way that taking notes at a lecture does, putting them in reliable and easily-accessible mentalregisters…

Being deprived of my blog right now would be akin to suffering extensive brain-damage. Huge swaths of acquired knowledge would simply vanish. Just as my TiVo frees me from having to watch boring television by watching it for me, my blog frees me up from having to remember the minutae of my life, storing it for me in handy and contextual form.