All COBOL Programmers Have Died!!
Posted in Advocacy, Commentary, News, Technology
Thursday, August 7th, 2008 by James S. Huggins

California has a problem. Seems the governor and the legislature can’t agree on a budget. (That’s news?)

So Governator Schwarzenegger opted for an approach to try to force the issue. He decided to cut payroll.

He issued an order to temporarily reduce employee salaries to the federal minimum wage level. As Bill Snyder wrote, he tried to “cut (albeit temporarily) state employee salaries to the level of fry cooks at McDonald’s”. But wait. Seems that is impossible because state Controller John Chiang, (the Controller issues the checks) believe that all the COBOL programmers have died and that it is just impossible.

In 2003 my office tried to see if we could reconfigure our system to do such a task,” he told a State Senate committee on Monday. “And after 12 months, we stopped without a feasible solution.

Well, at least Bill Snyder knows a fairy tale when he hears one.

The story has been interpreted by the media (including the New York Times on Wednesday) to make it seem like COBOL is similar to ancient Egyptian, carved on stone walls and only read by priests in loin cloths or cloistered academics. In particular, the writer quoted some bozo at Carnegie Mellon University who likened COBOL to “a television with vacuum tubes,” and then said: “There are no COBOL programmers around anymore. They retired centuries ago.” Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Well, I don’t know about California, but this COBOL programmer is alive.

But Why in the world would you change the programs anyway?

Just write a quick and dirty file update to store the current payroll file, then update all the records with a new pay rate.

After the crisis, write a quick and dirty program to change it back to the stored value.

You don’t even need to know anything about COBOL.

Article:
weblog.infoworld.com/tech-bottom-line/archives/2008/08/calling_all_cob.html

It’s Finally Not Illegal to Sell Sex Toys in Texas
Posted in Commentary, News, Personal Interest, Privacy
Sunday, August 3rd, 2008 by James S. Huggins

Every now and then, government politely gives us a lesson in one of the many ways to do things that really aren’t government’s business. It is good to watch for these. After all, the United States of America exists, in part, because Mother England kept trying to do things that really weren’t any government’s business.

The 01.Aug.2008 issue of the Houston Chronicle carries this story
“State loses attempt to argue anew for sex toy ban”
http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/ap/tx/5919987.html 

I wonder how many of my tax dollars we spent trying to protect me.

In the comments of that article, I was alerted to a film entitled “Dildo Diaries”. It’s for sale. It is 63 minutes long. But an 11 minute excerpt is available for free on You Tube here
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYXUUsDGxkU

Randy Pausch October 23, 1960 - July 25, 2008
Posted in Commentary, Inspirational, News, Personal Interest
Friday, July 25th, 2008 by James S. Huggins

I have tracked this for some time. It is a sad day.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Randy_Pausch

 

Identity Theft Isn’t Theft at All
Posted in News, Personal Interest, Privacy
Friday, May 23rd, 2008 by James S. Huggins

For some time I’ve ranted that “Identity Theft” is not theft at all … it is fraud.

I believe that financial institutions and credit bureaus love the term “identity theft” because it seems to make the victim responsible.

But identity thieves didn’t steal your identity. Rather they committed what a new working paper from Harvard Business School — An Empirical Approach to Understanding Privacy Valuation — calls “impersonation fraud”.

The paper refers to a great article — Mitigating Identity Theft by Bruce Scheiner — that goes into this in more detail.

It is not identity theft. And, as Schiener points out, we should not expect individuals to solve the problem.

The very term “identity theft” is an oxymoron. Identity is not a possession that can be acquired or lost; it’s not a thing at all. Someone’s identity is the one thing about a person that cannot be stolen.

The real crime here is fraud; more specifically, impersonation leading to fraud. Impersonation is an ancient crime, but the rise of information-based credentials gives it a modern spin.

Scheiner has a monthly newsletter, Crypto-Gram and a great blog as well.

I’m Against Immunity for the Telecoms
Posted in Advocacy, Commentary, News, Privacy
Friday, February 1st, 2008 by James S. Huggins

I am totally and completely against President Bush’s attempt to excuse Ma Bell, Verizon and others for helping the government spy on us. The law says that if they have the proper court order they are already excused. And if they don’t, they shouldn’t have done it and should be held accountable.

There is a reason it is illegal for companies to help the government do illegal things. There are fundamental reasons not to excuse it.

Keith Olbermann recent Special Comment says even more.

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Keith Olbermann: Special Comment Regarding FISA
    By Keith Olbermann
    MSNBC Countdown

    Thursday 31 January 2008

    Transcript

    And finally, as promised, a Special Comment - of FISA and the telecoms.

    In a presidency of hypocrisy - an administration of exploitation - a labyrinth of leadership - in which every vital fact is a puzzle inside a riddle wrapped in an enigma hidden under a claim of executive privilege supervised by an idiot - this one… is surprisingly easy.

    President Bush has put protecting the telecom giants from the laws… ahead of protecting you from the terrorists.

    He has demanded an extension of the FISA law - the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act - but only an extension that includes retroactive immunity for the telecoms who helped him spy on you.

    Congress has given him, and he has today signed a fifteen-day extension which simply kicks the time bomb down the field, and has changed nothing of his insipid rhetoric, in which he portrays the Democrats as ’soft on terror’ and getting in the way of his superhuman efforts to protect the nation… when, in fact, and with bitter irony, if anybody is ’soft on terror’ here… it is Mr. Bush.

    In the State of the Union Address, sir, you told Congress, “if you do not act by Friday, our ability to track terrorist threats would be weakened and our citizens will be in greater danger.”

    Yet you are willing to weaken that ability!

    You will subject us, your citizens, to that greater danger.

    This, Mr. Bush, is simple enough even for you to understand: If Congress approves a new FISA act without telecom immunity and sends it to your desk and you veto it - you, by your own terms and your own definitions, you will have just sided with the terrorists.

    Ya gotta have this law, or we’re all gonna die. But you might veto this law!

    It’s bad enough, sir, that you are demanding an ex post facto law which would clear the phone giants from responsibility for their systematic, aggressive, and blatant collaboration with your illegal and unjustified spying on Americans, under the flimsy guise of looking for any terrorists stupid enough to make a collect call or send a mass e-mail.

    But when you then demanded again, during the State of the Union address, that Congress retroactively clear the Verizons and the AT&T’s, you wouldn’t even confirm that they actually did anything for which they deserved to be cleared!

    ”The Congress must pass liability protection for companies believed to have assisted in the efforts to defend America.”

    Believed?

    Don’t you know?

    Does the endless hair-splitting of your presidential fine print, extend even here?

    If you, sir, are asking Congress, and us, to join you in this shameless, breathless, literal, textbook example of fascism - the merged efforts of government and corporations who answer to no government - you still don’t have the guts to even say the telecom companies did assist you, in your efforts?

    Will you and the equivocators who surround you like a cocoon never go on the record about anything?

    Even the stuff you claim to believe in?

    Silly me.

    Of course Mr. Bush is going to say “believed.”

    Yes, it sounds dumber than if he had referred to himself as “the alleged president,” or had said today was “reportedly Thursday,” or had claimed “Mission Accomplished” in Iraq.

    But the moment he says anything else, any doubt that the telecoms knowingly broke the law, is out the window, and with it, any chance that even the Republicans who are fighting this like they were trying to fend off terrorists using nothing but broken beer bottles and swear words couldn’t consent to retroactively immunize corporate criminals.

    Which is why the Vice President probably shouldn’t have phoned in to the Rush Limbaugh Propaganda-Festival yesterday.

    Sixth sentence out of Mr. Cheney’s mouth: The FISA bill is about, quote, “retroactive liability protection for the companies that have worked with us and helped us prevent further attacks against the United States.”

    Oops.

    Mr. Cheney is something of a loose cannon, of course.

    But he kind of let the wrong cat out of the bag there.

    Because Mr. Bush - and the corporations he values more than people - didn’t want anybody to verify what Mark Klein says.

    Mark Klein is the AT&T whistleblower who appeared on this newscast last November, who explained, in the placid, dull terms of your local neighborhood I-T desk, how he personally attached all of AT&T’s circuits - everything carrying every phone call, every e-mail, every bit of web browsing - into a secure room…

    …Room Number 641-A, at the Folsom Street facility in San Francisco - where it was all copied so the government could look at it.

    Not some of it; not just the international part of it; certainly not just the stuff some truly patriotic and telepathic spy might be able to divine had been sent or spoken by or to a terrorist.

    Everything.

    Every time you looked at a naked picture, every time you bid on eBay, every time you phoned-in a donation to a Democrat.

    ”My thought was ‘George Orwell’s 1984,’” Mr. Klein told me, reflecting back, “and here I am, being forced to… connect the Big Brother machine.”

    You know, Mr. Bush, if Mr. Klein’s “Big Brother Machine” - the one the Vice President conveniently just confirmed for us - if it was of any damn use at all at actually finding anything, you could probably program it to find out who started that slanderous e-mail about Barack Obama.

    Use Room 641-A to identify that E–assassin, sir, and I’ll stand up and applaud you.

    Yeah, I’m holding my breath on that one, too.

    But of course, sir, this isn’t about finding that kind of needle in a haystack. This isn’t even about finding a haystack. This is about scooping up every piece of hay there ever was, and laying the groundwork for the next little job which you have to outsource to AT&T and Verizon.

    It was your Director of National Intelligence, Mr. McConnell, letting this one out of the same bag.

    The need for Homeland Security to stave off cyber-attacks against the government’s computer networks.

    And how do they do that, sir?

    By constantly monitoring the internet - the whole internet.

    And who actually, physically, does that, Mr. Bush?

    Right. The same telecom giants for whom you want immunity - Quickly. So quickly, you wouldn’t believe it.

    Because this previous domestic spying, and this upcoming policing of the internet - they may be completely evil, indiscriminate, unlawful. So you have to dress it up, as something just the opposite.

    It isn’t evil… it’s “to protect America.”

    It isn’t indiscriminate… it’s “the ability to monitor terrorist communications.”

    It isn’t unlawful… it’s just the kind of perfectly legal thing, for which you happen to need immunity!

    There’s yet another level to this, and here we move from Big Brother… to Sleazy Son.

    Mr. Bush’s new Attorney General, Mr. Mukasey, the one who has already taken four different positions on water-boarding, and who may yet tie that record on this subject of telecom immunity - he has a very personal stake in this.

    There happens to be a partner in the law firm of Bracewell and Giuliani, named Marc Mukasey. And Bracewell and Giuliani and the Attorney General’s son Marc, just happen to represent… Verizon.

    You know, Verizon - Telecom Giant.

    And all of a sudden this is no longer just a farce in which “protecting the telecoms” is dressed up for us as, ‘protecting us from terrorist conference calls.’

    Now it begins to look like the bureaucrats of the Third Reich trying to protect the Krupp Family industrial giants by literally re-writing the laws for their benefit.

    And we know how that turned out: Alfried Krupp and eleven of his directors were convicted of War Crimes at Nuremburg.

    Nevertheless.

    For those of us watching a President demanding this very specific law (the one the Germans had was called the “Lex Krupp”) there is one surprising bit of comfort in all this:

    Clearly, Mr. Bush is at his hyperbolic worst here.

    Consider how his former chief of staff Andy Card came on and scolded Chris Matthews and me after the State of the Union address.

    ”The President’s address tonight was very important,” Card said, “because it really was a sobering call to reality for us.

    ”And the reality is, we have an enemy who wants to hurt us. The primary job of the president to protect us.

    ”He talked about protecting us. He talked about the needs to have the tools to protect us.”

    Indeed, Mr. Bush.

    The primary job of any president is to protect us.

    Not just those of us who own Internet and Telephone companies - All of us.

    And even you, sir, with your intermittent grasp of reality… even with your ego greater than a 100-percent approval rating… even with your messianic petulance - even you could not truly choose to protect the corporations instead of the people.

    I am not talking about ethics here. I am talking about blame.

    Even if it’s you throwing out the baby with the bathwater, Mr. Bush, it still means we can safely conclude… there is no baby!

    This is not a choice of protecting the telecoms from prosecution, or protecting the people from terrorists, sir.

    It is a choice of protecting the telecoms from prosecution, or pretending to protect the people from terrorists.

    Sorry, Mr. Bush. The eavesdropping provisions of FISA have obviously had no impact on counter-terrorism, and there is no current or perceived terrorist threat, the thwarting of which could hinge on an e-mail or a phone call going through room 641-A at AT&T in San Francisco next week or next month.

    Because if there were, Mr. Bush, and you were to, by your own hand, veto an extension of this eavesdropping, and some terrorist attack were to follow, you would not merely be guilty of siding with the terrorists, you would not merely be guilty of prioritizing the telecoms over the people, you would not merely be guilty of stupidity, you would not merely be guilty of treason… but you would be personally, and eternally, responsible.

    And if there is one thing we know about you, Mr. Bush, one thing that you have proved time and time again under any and all circumstances, it is that you are never responsible.

    Good night and good luck.

(Transcript courtesy of Truthout.org)

Free Report on Web Accessibility
Posted in News, Personal Interest, Technology Help, Websites
Friday, December 21st, 2007 by James S. Huggins

Cheryl Wise (starttoweb.com) has alerted me that the Nielsen Norman Group is making their $124 accessibility report, “Beyond ALT Text: Making the Web Easy to Use for Users With Disabilities”, available for free. This report has 75 best practice tips for increasing the usability and accessibility of your website.I do not know how long this will last.

www.nngroup.com/reports/accessibility

An Average of 18 Veterans Commit Suicide Each and Every Day of the Year
Posted in News
Friday, December 14th, 2007 by James S. Huggins

Consider this:

An average of 18 veterans commit suicide each and every day of the year, according to recent statistics from the Veterans Administration (VA). That’s 126 veterans who kill themselves every week. Or some 6,552 who take their own lives each year. Our veterans are killing themselves at twice the rate of other Americans.

One quarter of the homeless people in America are military veterans. That’s one in every four. Is that ragged man huddled on the steam grate in a brutal winter wind a Vietnam vet? Did that younger man panhandling for pocket change on the street corner fight in Kandahar or Fallujah?

Read more: www.mcclatchydc.com/homepage/story/23133.html
 

Who’s Gonna Build Your Wall - Maybe Not Golden State Fence Company
Posted in Advocacy, Commentary, News
Sunday, August 26th, 2007 by James S. Huggins

Yesterday, I posted about Tom Russell’s song, Who’s Gonna Build Your Wall. (Scroll down to see that post, including a video and song lyrics.)

Today, someone wrote me about it, and included a note about some wall contractor actually hiring illegal immigrants. So I went looking and found the details.

Here is one news report about Golden State Fence Company:

December 15, 2006
Firm Contracted to Build Fence on US-Mexico Border is Fined for Hiring Illegal Workers

One of the firms working on the US-Mexico Border Fence has been fined $5 million for hiring illegal immigrants. This controversy was ironically predicted by comedians such as George Lopez, who jokingly says in his new act, “They want to build a fence along the border to keep out Mexicans, but who’s gonna build it?” Answer: Mexicans.

The Golden State Fence Company will not only pay a major fine, but two of its executives will have to serve jail time for the hirings.

Lou Dobbs also wrote about it:

U.S. Border Fence Built By Illegal Aliens

Comedy routines once again became reality today when a California company agreed to pay a $5 million fine for employing illegal aliens to build the border fence between San Diego and Tijuana.

About a third of Golden State Fence Company’s 750 workers are illegals and the company was repeatedly caught with lots of undocumented workers on the payroll, according to the U.S. Attorney’s Office.

I don’t know if Tom Russell was thinking about Golden State Fence Company when he wrote his song . But maybe he was.

       

For information on how one Pittsburg law firm helps Corporate America scam the H-1B Visa system to avoid hiring Americans, and hire foreigners instead, see here http://www.myephemerae.com/scamming-the-h-1b-visa-system.

Who’s Gonna Build Your Wall (A Song by Tom Russell)
Posted in Advocacy, Commentary, News
Saturday, August 25th, 2007 by James S. Huggins

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I saw Tom Russell perform this song the other night on Letterman. It has been rattling around in my head every since. I don’t post it because I agree with it. I post it because it can stimulate discussion.

         

Who’s Gonna Build Your Wall
by Tom Russell

I got 800 miles of open border
Right outside my door
There’s minutemen in little pickup trucks
Who declared their own dang war

Now the government wants to build a barrier
Like old Berlin, 8 feet tall
But if Uncle Sam sends the illegals home
Who’s gonna build the wall

Who’s gonna build your wall, boys
Who’s gonna mow your lawn
Who’s gonna cook your Mexican food
When your Mexican maid is gone

Who’s gonna wax your floors tonight
Down at the local mall
Who’s gonna wash your baby’s face
Who’s gonna build your wall

Now I ain’t got no politics
So don’t lay that rap on me
Left-wing, right-wing, up-wing, down me [?]
I see strip malls from sea to shining sea

It’s the fat cat white developer
Who’s created this whole damn squall
It’s a pyramid scheme of dirty jobs
And who’s gonna build your wall

Who’s gonna build your wall, boys
Who’s gonna mow your lawn
Who’s gonna cook your Mexican food
When your Mexican maid is gone

Who’s gonna wax your floors tonight
Down at the local mall
Who’s gonna wash your baby’s face
Who’s gonna build your wall

We’ve got fundamentalist Muslims
We’ve got fundamentalist Jews
We’ve got fundamentalist Christians
That’ll blow the whole thing up for you

But as I travel around this big old world
There’s one thing that I most fear
It’s a white man in a golf shirt
With a cell phone in his ear

Who’s gonna build your wall, boys
Who’s gonna mow your lawn
Who’s gonna cook your Mexican food
When your Mexican maid is gone

Who’s gonna wax your floors tonight
Down at the local mall
Who’s gonna wash your baby’s face
Who’s gonna build your wall

    

Another version - Tom in Performance
http://youtube.com/watch?v=-HFhi7RSNm8 

    

For information on how one Pittsburg law firm helps Corporate America scam the H-1B Visa system to avoid hiring Americans, and hire foreigners instead, see here http://www.myephemerae.com/scamming-the-h-1b-visa-system.

Oscar the Cat
Posted in News, Personal Interest
Thursday, July 26th, 2007 by James S. Huggins

As many of you know, I have a cat, a beautiful, all black female named Spot. So this story about Oscar caught my eye.

http://content.nejm.org/cgi/content/full/357/4/328
  
The NEW ENGLAND JOURNAL of MEDICINE
  
Volume 357:328-329 Number 4
  
A Day in the Life of Oscar the Cat
 
David M. Dosa, M.D., M.P.H.
  
  Oscar the Cat awakens from his nap, opening a single eye to survey his kingdom. From atop the desk in the doctor’s charting area, the cat peers down the two wings of the nursing home’s advanced dementia unit. All quiet on the western and eastern fronts. Slowly, he rises and extravagantly stretches his 2-year-old frame, first backward and then forward. He sits up and considers his next move.

  In the distance, a resident approaches. It is Mrs. P., who has been living on the dementia unit’s third floor for 3 years now. She has long forgotten her family, even though they visit her almost daily. Moderately disheveled after eating her lunch, half of which she now wears on her shirt, Mrs. P. is taking one of her many aimless strolls to nowhere. She glides toward Oscar, pushing her walker and muttering to herself with complete disregard for her surroundings. Perturbed, Oscar watches her carefully and, as she walks by, lets out a gentle hiss, a rattlesnake-like warning that says “leave me alone.” She passes him without a glance and continues down the hallway. Oscar is relieved. It is not yet Mrs. P.’s time, and he wants nothing to do with her.

  Oscar jumps down off the desk, relieved to be once more alone and in control of his domain. He takes a few moments to drink from his water bowl and grab a quick bite. Satisfied, he enjoys another stretch and sets out on his rounds. Oscar decides to head down the west wing first, along the way sidestepping Mr. S., who is slumped over on a couch in the hallway. With lips slightly pursed, he snores peacefully — perhaps blissfully unaware of where he is now living. Oscar continues down the hallway until he reaches its end and Room 310. The door is closed, so Oscar sits and waits. He has important business here.

  Twenty-five minutes later, the door finally opens, and out walks a nurse’s aide carrying dirty linens. “Hello, Oscar,” she says. “Are you going inside?” Oscar lets her pass, then makes his way into the room, where there are two people. Lying in a corner bed and facing the wall, Mrs. T. is asleep in a fetal position. Her body is thin and wasted from the breast cancer that has been eating away at her organs. She is mildly jaundiced and has not spoken in several days. Sitting next to her is her daughter, who glances up from her novel to warmly greet the visitor. “Hello, Oscar. How are you today?”

  Oscar takes no notice of the woman and leaps up onto the bed. He surveys Mrs. T. She is clearly in the terminal phase of illness, and her breathing is labored. Oscar’s examination is interrupted by a nurse, who walks in to ask the daughter whether Mrs. T. is uncomfortable and needs more morphine. The daughter shakes her head, and the nurse retreats. Oscar returns to his work. He sniffs the air, gives Mrs. T. one final look, then jumps off the bed and quickly leaves the room. Not today.

  Making his way back up the hallway, Oscar arrives at Room 313. The door is open, and he proceeds inside. Mrs. K. is resting peacefully in her bed, her breathing steady but shallow. She is surrounded by photographs of her grandchildren and one from her wedding day. Despite these keepsakes, she is alone. Oscar jumps onto her bed and again sniffs the air. He pauses to consider the situation, and then turns around twice before curling up beside Mrs. K.

  One hour passes. Oscar waits. A nurse walks into the room to check on her patient. She pauses to note Oscar’s presence. Concerned, she hurriedly leaves the room and returns to her desk. She grabs Mrs. K.’s chart off the medical-records rack and begins to make phone calls.

  Within a half hour the family starts to arrive. Chairs are brought into the room, where the relatives begin their vigil. The priest is called to deliver last rites. And still, Oscar has not budged, instead purring and gently nuzzling Mrs. K. A young grandson asks his mother, “What is the cat doing here?” The mother, fighting back tears, tells him, “He is here to help Grandma get to heaven.” Thirty minutes later, Mrs. K. takes her last earthly breath. With this, Oscar sits up, looks around, then departs the room so quietly that the grieving family barely notices.

  On his way back to the charting area, Oscar passes a plaque mounted on the wall. On it is engraved a commendation from a local hospice agency: “For his compassionate hospice care, this plaque is awarded to Oscar the Cat.” Oscar takes a quick drink of water and returns to his desk to curl up for a long rest. His day’s work is done. There will be no more deaths today, not in Room 310 or in any other room for that matter. After all, no one dies on the third floor unless Oscar pays a visit and stays awhile.

Note: Since he was adopted by staff members as a kitten, Oscar the Cat has had an uncanny ability to predict when residents are about to die. Thus far, he has presided over the deaths of more than 25 residents on the third floor of Steere House Nursing and Rehabilitation Center in Providence, Rhode Island. His mere presence at the bedside is viewed by physicians and nursing home staff as an almost absolute indicator of impending death, allowing staff members to adequately notify families. Oscar has also provided companionship to those who would otherwise have died alone. For his work, he is highly regarded by the physicians and staff at Steere House and by the families of the residents whom he serves.
 
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  Dr. Dosa is a geriatrician at Rhode Island Hospital and an assistant professor of medicine at the Warren Alpert Medical School of Brown University — both in Providence.



 

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