REMEMBER…

http://www.110stories.us

And, just to make me feel really lousy, I looked at my post from Election Day 2002. To repeat:

If you think the current administration has done a horrible job of
tracking down the people responsible for that day, or are trying to
pull a bait and switch of targets with Iraq, or if you think that Bush should have at least stopped reading to kids when he heard about the plane crashing into the Twin Towers, or if you think that the current administration has done all it can for its corporate contributors and damn little for anybody else, or if you happen to think the President is a liar and a buffoon, or if you’re terrified about the judges that would get appointed and everything else that would happen in a Bush-dominated Congress, or if you just don’t want to see what happened to Jesus Castillo happen to anybody else– then your vote is needed.

The only thing that seems right to add here is a hated phrase from two years ago: “Now, more than ever.”

FROM THE ARCHIVES: Hired Guns Shoot Back

I just came across this old article of mine. It got some play in the
day, particularly when it was reprinted in @NY on March 7, 1997.
Reading it now, I’m not sure how prescient it makes me– or how good I
should feel about how much I got right. So return with us now to those
thrilling days of six and a half years ago…

There is a myth making the rounds in Silicon Alley these days, and it
goes like this: the freelance workers who make up the backbone of New
York’s growing new media industry do not handle themselves
professionally in the job market.
This rankles me. There’s just as much professionalism in the freelance
job pool as in any other industry, if not more. I know a lot of Web
freelancers out there. And they’re all BUSY. Headhunters tell me
candidates at every level of experience, from HTML to hardcore UNIX
admin and beyond, are in short supply, and the corpses of dead Net
companies can’t fill the positions quickly enough.
Even people who have their own companies work as freelancers, sometimes
to catch up on new technology and ideas, often to bring in some extra
cash to while they wait for their business to take off. The fact that
freelancers move around so much makes us like bees, cross-pollinating
ideas and know-how across companies.
No, it’s not the freelancers. So let’s discuss the professionalism of
employers. (All examples are taken from the WWWAC
list, names withheld to protect the guilty).
Let’s start with employers who aren’t really sure what they’re looking
for: “JOB: Mojo cool Designer Wanted” (HotJava I’ve heard of, but Mojo
Cool is a new one on me) or “Wanted: Internet Champion” (presumably
somebody who placed on the US Olympic Web Surfing Team) or “Job
openings for Web hevy hitters” (sic — presumably somebody who goes
back to a site over and over again to inflate hit counts). And of
course, the perennial: “Must have three years experience within a
corporate environment developing Web sites.” Say no more.
But these are just examples of cluelessness. The big gripes are against
the willfully mean actions of employers, like this one:
“Startup company needs a freelance HTML whiz to help us create our
commerce-oriented Web site. Please have good, solid HTML skills with a
bit of design sense thrown in. We need someone full time for the next
few months and possibly longer.”
Translation: “Work your ass off building our Web site from scratch, and
maybe we’ll think about hiring you. No promises. Meanwhile, you get no
benefits, no assurances, and no withholding, you won’t be able to look
for a full-time position or line up any other work because we have no
clue how long this’ll take, and we’ll pay you after the site’s
done–actually, it’ll be about 30-60 days after that.”
And these are employers who have standing in the new media community,
people who should know better. Large companies, small companies, what
have you, usually the explanation is:
“No, you must have been paid, we have a good system. Our invoices go
through our Web database.”
“Your Web database doesn’t work.”
“Really? Can you come in and fix it?”
A salaried worker would be paid every two weeks. Most temp agencies pay
in a week. But because this is the new media community — hey, we’re
all friends here, just helping out friends.
Which brings us to the delicate question of salary requirements. Some
find it gauche to even broach the issue and can’t understand why some
ask bluntly. The answer is simple: to try and discern the chowderhead
employer offering sub-standard rates. Somebody who wants HTML coding
cheaper than simple data entry is clearly not serious. By not posting a
salary range, employers are flouting one of the Online Commandments–
Thou Shalt Not Waste The Reader’s Time.
I could mention the employers who asked me to bring my own computer, or
the ones who asked me to work from midnight to 8 a.m. because they
didn’t have enough terminals during the day, the ones who insisted I
make a copy of my software for their machines and other such
horrors–but you get the idea.
I posted a commentary with many of these points to the WWWAC recently,
including my own tale of woe of a company that hadn’t paid me for four
months. I got more mail praising that than for anything else I’ve ever
done on the Net, and I’m a CDA plaintiff. Apparently, I’d hit the
bullseye.
The e-mail was heartbreaking. One was from a woman who complained about
her boss, who thinks you’re not dedicated to your job unless you’re
working at least 70 hours a week, and when she calculated her salary
against hours worked she was making less than the minimum wage. Another
had worked until 5:30 a.m. that morning finishing a Web site — not an
uncommon occurrence at that company. There was this winner:
“Your post really scares me. I’m currently looking for a job doing Web
design work, and I’ve applied with many of the employers on the WWWAC
list that you’ve mentioned. More than 30 days to pay someone? What’s
worse is that I currently work at Kinko’s, which doesn’t pay me the
salary that a Web designer should make but which at least pays me
regularly every two weeks. Out of the frying pan into the fire?”
When Kinko’s looks good, folks, you gotta wonder.
There is a lesson for Silicon Alley here. A few folks got in early, and
built their businesses by finding people even less experienced and
exploiting them. The ones at the top of the pyramid got rich, and the
rest — well, why dwell on them?
But, like any pyramid scheme on the Net, it can’t last. There are too
many jobs for too few people, the Web workforce certainly knows how to
spread the word within itself, and there are only so many people out
there who are willing to play hip starving artist. What is unclear to
me is whether the workers have enough clout to force change within the
bad companies, or whether it’s just easier to cut bait, start up your
own company, and repeat the cycle.

An anti-gay marriage advocates worst nightmare…

Not only are gay people getting married– now it’s gays people have heard of.

Lots of people know Janis Ian online for her public stand against the RIAA and her Slashdot interview
(okay, she writes and plays a lot of music too). Let’s see how the
blogosphere that loved her last year responds today.
With luck, it’ll be much the same as mine: a toast to the brides. Best
of luck.

My god, we are blase about being in the future…

Louise May Brown just turned 25.
Remember her? She’s the first test tube baby. At the time it was a
miracle, a generation changing event. Today, ho-hum.
I thought about this sort of thing as I stared out at the skyline that
was pitch black two weeks ago, that had the Twin Towers two years ago,
standing on the spot where the sitting Vice-President of the United
States shot and killed the first Secretary of the Treasury two
centuries ago.

And now, here’s a song of great social importance.

\\Oh, Lord, won’t you find me a WMD?
My friends won’t send forces, or money to me.
Looked hard under sand dunes; there’s nothing to see,
So Lord, won’t you find me a WMD?
Oh, Lord, won’t you find me some chemicals, please?
France and Australia are laughing back at me.
I wait for intelligence each day until three,
So Lord, won’t you find some banned chemicals, please?
Oh, Lord, won’t you buy me a fight in Iran?
There’s oil in there, Lord; please give me their sand.
Prove that you love me and buy me a plan,
Oh, Lord, won’t you find me a fight in Iran?
Oh, Lord, won’t you find me a WMD?
The Dems might just rally and get off their knees.
Elections are coming; there’s nothing to see,
So Lord, won’t you find me a Dubya MD?\\
That’s it. (via rec.humor.funny)

9/11 Investigators, semi-pro division

I noted around the time of 9/11 that the worst challenge to the
“official story” the Administration was going to have to deal with was
going to be widows of the wealthy– people with lots of cash, lots of
anger, a relentless drive to find out what really happend, and public
opinion on their side.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you “the girls”:
\\So afraid is the Bush administration of what could be revealed by
inquiries into its failures to protect Americans from terrorist attack,
it is unabashedly using Kremlin tactics to muzzle members of Congress
and thwart the current federal commission investigating the failures of
Sept. 11. But there is at least one force that the administration
cannot scare off or shut up. They call themselves “Just Four Moms from
New Jersey,” or simply “the girls.”
Kristen and the three other housewives who also lost their husbands in
the attack on the World Trade Center started out knowing virtually
nothing about how their government worked. For the last 20 months they
have clipped and Googled, rallied and lobbied, charmed and intimidated
top officials all the way to the White House. In the process, they have
made themselves arguably the most effective force in dancing around the
obstacle course by which the administration continues to block a
transparent investigation of what went wrong with the countrys
defenses on Sept. 11 and what we should be doing about it. They have no
political clout, no money, no powerful husbandsno husbands at all
since Sept. 11and they are up against a White House, an Attorney
General, a Defense Secretary, a National Security Advisor and an F.B.I.
director who have worked out an ingenious bait-and-switch game to
thwart their efforts and those of any investigative body.\\
And if there’s any justice– and any amount of support– they’ll win.
Read the article before it disappears into the Observer’s archives.

The Lynne Thigpen Elementary School

From http://www.kitoko.com/:
On June 11, 2003, the Board of School Inspectors of Joliet Public
Schools District 86 adopted a resolution to name Joliet’s first new
school in 33 years, The Lynne Thigpen Elementary School. The school was
formally dedicated on Tuesday afternoon, August 12, 2003. The
dedication ceremony was attended by over 200 people who listened and
cheered remarks made by city education officials, the mayor, members of
the city council and chamber of commerce, and members of Lynne’s
family.
The Lynne Thigpen Elementary School, located at 207 South Midland
Avenue, is designed to accommodate 650 students in a single-floored,
68,000 square foot, multi-winged building. It’s air conditioned, fully
wired, and incorporates new ideas in educational space usage. Costing
$17,000,000, the facility was brought in on-time and under budget. The
architect is Healy, Snyder, Bender & Associates.
I hope to have an image of the school here soon. Meanwhile, here is a Joliet Herald story about the dedication.

Good Blackouts versus Bad Blackouts

There’s a lot of talk about how this was a “good blackout” in the way
that 1965 was and 1977 wasn’t because there was no looting, no arson,
no craziness.
Many people are chalking this up to the economic situation in the 70’s,
that NYC was in a financial crusher. While that is true, I don’t buy it
as the main reason.
To me, the biggest factor in all this was timing.
The first blackout hit at 5:16, November 9, 1965. There was still light
on the streets. People had time to react.
Yesterday’s blackout hit at 4:10 PM. Plenty of daylight time to get
supplies and make alternate plans, and to find their way home.
The ’77 backout happened on July 13 at 9 at night. The sun was down,
and the city was suddenly plunged into darkness without warning. No way
to reprovision, and so on.
I look forward to hearing any other theories. For background, check out
the Blackout History Project.