(second block, fourth letter of the prisoners' quadratic tap code...)

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...am here to tap through the walls.



Mon Jun, 29 2009

DeathCare

"Once Buffalo enjoys the benefits of Hamilton-level health care, I wonder where Ontario will be shipping the preemies to. Costa Rica?"
Pretty funny, Steyn.

Now that we've had our laugh over it, let's think about it again. It will come to a point where they won't get shipped anywhere until after they're dead. Scooter has taken to calling the thing "DeathCare", which I will promptly steal every chance I get.

Sooner or later, the facts of medical production will have their ways. Medicine is an economic good which must be produced just like anything else, no matter anyone's protestation of "rights". It is being regulated out of production (the basic problem in Canada) right in front of your eyes. The implications will be profound for everyone's general quality and length of life, and acute for specialized cases. The dynamic flexibility of free production will not avail in cases like this, and they will eventually be allowed to discreetly -- and then not so discreetly -- die.

How soon all this becomes real-life fact depends on the alacrity and severity with which DeathCare is imposed in this country. It should be noted that every "deployment" (there's a fnord for you) necessarily demands its own successors. This is rationale for curing the ills that it inflicts. Coercive interventions, the essential nature of government, instigate demand for coercive interventions. This makes it extremely difficult or impossible to foresee every logical extension of principles in action. The degree and rate of advance into actionable tyranny by any reasonable measure are more logarithmic than linear, and all is subject to swerves of short-range political emphasis.

(e.g., in the current context: picture a maddened national campaign mounted, for various reasons in and given conditions, in order to establish Crisis Posts in every hamlet across the land, that preemies may live... which would also naturally serve the existence of the patrons of their political authority. Consider that the mindless hysteria of the herds surrounding the cannibal-pot of U.S. ethics, now, will intensify as the values in the pot become more rare -- a necessary economic consequence of diktat -- and more explicitly political. This will make these herds ever more subject to the rally-cries of anglers playing for power. "Representative democracy" is a good term for all this, although the reality of it is very far from the hearts of most of its street-level proponents. To be represented at this democracy -- this mass-grasp in which success depends solely on numbers -- is to be taken in bag as weight to be swung by a champion at the lip of the pot. It is to be used. Because mass, not ideas, is the only utility to the "representative" in all this, every possible ethical principle is open to political alliance with any other, should the need of power call for it.)

The road is being opened.

The extremities await, and they will not be very far away.

('twas John Venlet linked Steyn)

AxeBites

Various guitars I see floating by, mostly Gibson and mostly eBay.


Early Norlin ES-335 -- 1970, in Walnut ("ES-335TDW"). This is a period-piece look and feel, and arguably the sound as well but that's to cut things very finely. A "classic" 335 would be the original of 1958 in the Sunburst or Natural finish, or the Cherry Red of 1959; the Walnut of 1970 (second year of that finish offering) is not really a "classic" 335. In the history of the Gibson aesthetic, this is analogous to, say, vertically-striped polyester bell-bottoms or Bahama Blue shag carpeting. None of this is to say that they're not cool guitars, and this is a nice one. Excellent photographs.

Chrome hardware, featuring the trapeze tailpiece (like my L-47 and I've always liked it) and ABR-1 bridge with period-typical nylon saddles. Bound rosewood fretboard, with small block markers, and then the crown inlay at the machine head. These would be the T-top Humbuckers. Vintage Nazis would moan that the upper bouts are pointy (the body templates were wearing-out in the factory) and the fourteen-degree machine head with the volute signals a sometimes not-fun era of the line, but these things really do rock or moan or whatever you want a 335-type semi-hollow to do. ...which, of course, is because it really is a 335.


In the months since I've let AxeBites languish all to bleedin' hell, Gibson's Robot Guitar technology has sifted out to other models than the original Les Paul application. I don't know how it's going: I still haven't even seen one of these self-tuners. I don't see piles of them burning on the sides of the highway, nor reverent hangings in display cases over bars, so who knows? This 2008 Robot SG is ready to rock in the Metallic Red. Nickel hardware; it's the stoptail wired for data to send to the tuners, with dual Humbuckers. It's a bound rosewood fretboard, but I really like the single-bound machine head with the crown inlay. That's a real cool old-school look, right there, to set off that crazy-ass color. {nod}