A Difference Which Makes No Difference?

For some time now I've been relying on an auto-uploader to copy my web pages from my laptop to my website. Yesterday it started having problems and after several attempts on my part to troubleshoot, it quit working altogether. I may actually know why, but I've decided it doesn't matter and I'll just go back to using FTP with FileZilla.

One of the benefits I anticipated with the auto-uploader, that never actually materialized, was that I could edit pages with my tablet, save them to a cloud account that autosyncs with my laptop, and the auto-uploader would then copy the file to the website without my having to do anything more. However, neither the autosync nor the auto-uploader actually operate when the lid on the laptop is closed. So I still had to come log on to the laptop to make the system finish the process.

And although I could copy the files directly from the cloud account to the website on my tablet, the auto-uploader invariably had a hissy fit when I did that.

Without the auto-uploader on the laptop, now I can go ahead and do my uploads directly from the tablet -- or even the phone, if I'm feeling masochistic enough -- without bothering with the laptop. On those occasions when I'm away from the laptop, which does sometimes happen.

So, yeah, I can fix what broke the auto-uploader, but why bother?

©   Kevin McGehee


Good Game

...though the suspense at the end was a bit unnecessary.

Mrs. McG's post-baccalaureate alma mater, Mississippi State, is in the College World Series this year, and last night was their first game -- "hosting" the University of Washington at TD Ameritrade Park in Omaha. Together we watched most of the game, which saw a lot of hits, a lot of strikeouts, and a lot of men on base -- and a lot of double plays. One of them came when the Huskies had the bases loaded with one out, and their next batter hit what should have driven in the first run of the game. Outs two and three were rung up before the scoring runner could reach home plate.

Later on, Washington returned the favor against Mississippi State with a single inning-ending tag-out beating the runner home.

Mrs. McG finally had enough when, along about the sixth or seventh inning, the score was still tied at 0-0, but I stayed in front of the TV.

Washington tried to get a run in the top of the ninth, they really tried, but stranded baserunners had become the game's defining motif, and they were forced to play defense in the bottom of the ninth.

I guess I don't even really need to finish this story. Only one pair of cleats stepped on home plate all night, belonging to a Mississippi State player, driven in by a hit deep into the outfield, ending the game.

The Bulldogs face North Carolina in their next outing. Given the format of the tournament it's even possible they may meet Washington again in a later round. If so, I rather hope they don't try to replicate the suspense of last night's game.

©   Kevin McGehee


Activist Research

Gee, I wonder what other kinds of fields are susceptible to this kind of propaganda operation?

Simons said the movement to ban hydraulic fracturing techniques in oil and gas development regularly produce these kinds of tentative studies, sometimes with sloppy methodologies, with the goal of producing scare stories in the media that then create exaggerated fears in the public toward unconventional oil and gas development.

She calls it the “anti-fracking playbook” and points to the coverage of research by Lisa McKenzie, University of Colorado Public Health professor.

McKenzie produced several studies on the supposed health impacts of fracking. In 2012, McKenzie was the lead author on a study that concluded air emissions from unconventional natural gas sites was impacting people’s health.

After the study made headlines, it was found to have exaggerated emissions from well development by at least 10 times because it failed to account for a major interstate highway less than a mile from where the air samples were taken.

That's just one example. The "Wyoming fracking study" in the linked article's headline is another:

Activists in the environmental movement are producing a wealth of research on hydraulic fracturing, which representatives of the industry are saying is part of a coordinated public relations campaign meant to demonize unconventional oil and gas development.

And Pavillion, Wyoming, has gotten a lot of attention in this regard.

“Pavillion has been very susceptible to these kinds of tactics,” said Rebecca Simons, spokesperson and field director for Energy In Depth-Mountain States, based in Denver.

The latest in this line of research is a recent study on groundwater near Pavillion, which grabbed a headline in Wyofile that read, “Study: Water near fracked Wyo gas field disrupts hormones.”

[...]

In [a Casper Star-Tribune article about the study], reporter Angus M. Thuermer quotes Mary Lynn Worl, chairperson of the Pinedale-based anti-fracking organization Citizens United for Responsible Energy Development.

Worl makes the absolute statement, “This study has major ramifications health-wise.” Several other quotes from Worl speak to health impacts the study allegedly proves.

Such a conclusion cannot be drawn from this research.

This is how the science gets "settled," and not just on evironmental issues like fracking or climate change.

©   Kevin McGehee


Don Rickles Called

...he wants his hockey puck back.

When someone insults you in a political thread, there's a good chance one of two things is true: either there's a huge hole in his argument, he knows it, and he's trying to distract you from it -- or there just is no argument.

Sun-Tzu and Napoleon Bonaparte are both credited for the advice that whatever the enemy wants you to do, don't. Wherever he wants you to look, look elsewhere. If he's obviously trying to draw you in one direction, give due attention to the other. If he's trying to distract you from the gaping hole in his argument, only use the fact of the misdirection to find the hole and nuke it.

Otherwise, you're playing into his hands in front of an audience that may not be disposed in your favor; you're making yourself look foolish; and you're letting him establish his weak argument as rhetorical fact, which will make it harder to refute when he attempts to build on it later.

As for the cases where there is no argument, the only correct response is a counter-insult that is a thousand times funnier. And since Don Rickles died, almost nobody has the chops for that.

©   Kevin McGehee


The Tally Book Terms of Service

I rule here by whim.

I write what I want, when I want, for whatever reason I want. Want an example? You're reading it.

This site does not collect information about you; I don't even have a traffic meter. If the domain host has one, I haven't found a way (or a reason) to consult it. Visitors to this site are therefore not "users" in the way they would be on Twitter or any other, more interactive website. The implicit agreement entered into when you visit here is that you may read what I've written and, if you find you must respond directly, you may use the contact form link, or find a post with a comment link -- either of which take you to WordPress.com which, as a more interactive site, has a more extensive TOS and will collect information about you that I may know how to access but am unlikely to bother with. Unless you really tick me off. Hint: don't.

There is a notice at the bottom of each content page asserting that my copyright claims apply to original content and design, while conceding that some content not original to this site does get used here; I adhere as best I can to "fair use" principles so as not to infringe their copyright. Low traffic and nonexistent profit also help, but that isn't a guarantee. You as the reader are expected to respect all of these diverse copyright claims in sharing on other platforms what you may find here. I may never find out any violations you may commit, but those profit-making, lawyer-hiring entities whose ownership of excerpted content I have acknowledged on every content page of this site? They'll know.

In the end, this site is not a public accommodation, but private property -- just as a front yard posted with political signs is private property. You can look at it as you pass by, you can stop and stand on the sidewalk and read in more detail, but I am under no obligation to let you do more than that.

There is one way, though, in which the front yard bristling with signs is an inapt analogy: you didn't get here by accident, and if you come here again that won't be an accident. So if you don't like what you see while you're here, all you have to do to avoid continuing to see it, is go away and don't come back.

I promise I won't be offended. Return the favor, and go in peace.

©   Kevin McGehee


The Derp State

I have becoming increasingly convinced that the "collusion" probe, and the kid-gloves handling of 2016's Hillary emails investigation, bear striking parallels to a Wisconsin "John Doe" investigation that targeted supporters of that state's Gov. Scott Walker until it was shut down by the state supreme court -- and which, even after being shut down, continued efforts to target those supporters through extralegal channels (such as by dumping their private documents to the public).

This is what they meant when they said "by any means necessary." They certainly didn't mean that they ever expected these rules to be used against them.

They've earned it, but that doesn't mean I like it. A society of people openly and mutually armed against one another is supposed to be a polite society. What happened here is that one bunch assumed they were the only ones who would ever be armed, and the result is going to be (only figuratively, I hope) bloody.

This is why the Founders didn't want power concentrated in just a few hands.

©   Kevin McGehee


Flag Day

Yeah, she's got a little wear on her, but we're mighty damn proud of that ragged old flag.

©   Kevin McGehee


Thoughts My Brain Made

The entire progressive project is an exercise in forcing the horse you've just led to non-potable water, to drink it.

Unrelated: I've just had to fire DuckDuckGo as my site-search option. I kept getting back "No results" while searching for text strings I knew damn well were somewhere on the site. If anything chases me back to WordPress, this could be it.

But it won't.

©   Kevin McGehee


This Is My Shocked Face

My world's been rocked face
Too shocked to mock face...

Mrs. McG and I stopped in a local grocery store on our way home from dining out, and I saw a display of bottles of gin and whiskey.

Coweta County is, or so I had thought, a dry county when it comes to package liquor sales. You can buy cocktails in a dining establishment, but not the high-octane ingredients in a store -- and certainly not in a supermarket. One city in the county allows package stores, but the three stores in that city are the only legal package stores in the entire county, and it's a long drive from these home acres of ours. This is why I make a much shorter drive into neighboring southern Fulton County to buy my cheap Scotch.

And yet here, miles away from that one city, I was looking at small and large bottles of whiskey and gin. I was mystified. And tempted. I may prefer Scotch to bourbon, but I can deal with it. I'm not running low on Scotch, though, so I settled for looking. And that's when I saw this on one of the shelf tags:

42 Proof

Oh, ho. Apparently 21% alcohol by volume falls below the threshold at which a distilled spirit is prohibited from sale except in designated package stores.

I suppose buying your booze pre-watered may be worth saving a trip across the county line, if you're sufficiently desperate for a snort. Me, I don't do desperate.

But I do think it would be a shame were the county or the state to revise the applicable laws to close this loophole. I grew up in a state where you could buy a bottle of Jim Beam -- or of Bacardi 151, for that matter -- at Safeway, in between the six-packs of Coke and the bags of Lay's potato chips, so I'm inclined to support widening the options rather than narrowing them.

©   Kevin McGehee


Looks Like There'll Be a New Sheriff in Town

On "Justified," people called Raylan Givens "Marshal," but he and his colleagues working out of Lexington, Kentucky were deputies. The office of United States Marshal is a presidential appointment, and the actual work with badge, cuffs, and gun is done by the sworn deputies working under him.

President Trump has announced plans to nominate a new Marshal for the Northern District of Georgia, based in Atlanta -- a man who was first elected Sheriff here in Coweta County before Mrs. McG and I even moved to Alaska, let alone Georgia.

President Donald Trump plans to nominate Coweta Sheriff Mike Yeager to become U.S. Marshal for the Northern District of Georgia.

Yeager's intended nomination was one of 15 announced Thursday by the White House.

The U.S. Marshal’s Service is the law enforcement arm of the federal court system and the federal government’s primary agency for fugitive investigations.

Yeager has served as Coweta’s sheriff since 1993. He started his law enforcement career in 1980 as a patrolman with the Newnan Police Department and later served as a surveillance officer with the Georgia Department of Corrections in the Intensive Probation Supervision Program.

“Georgia is home to some of the most impressive law enforcement officers in the nation,” said Sen. David Perdue in a statement. “I applaud President Trump on nominating Sheriff Michael Yeager. He will serve our nation well and make Georgia proud."

Yeager's tenure here would bewilder those who stereotype all Southern sheriffs as corrupt, bigoted rednecks eager to fleece out-of-staters with speed traps and trumped-up charges. I mean, he's not Andy Taylor either, but Newnan isn't Mayberry.

Yeager's current term expires after the 2020 general election; if his nomination for Marshal is confirmed by the Senate, the sheriff's chief deputy will run the Sheriff's Office until a special election can be held to choose a new sheriff. If the Senate works quickly, the voting could conceivably begin later this year (remember, it takes a full majority of votes cast to win any election here in Georgia).

©   Kevin McGehee



 
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