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I'm a self-avowed WordPress Whisperer with a specialization in front-end design. I live in Maryland. I take lovely photos, go to the gym a lot, and opine strongly over design, aesthetics, and politics. I'm prolific on Twitter; I used to post to Flickr; I have a moblog and in my spare time I help out at the SemperFi WP Support forums. Read more about me.

It’s all RegEx to me

I thought the WP htaccess RegEx was a hoot… until I saw this. Time for a recursive acronym: “REGEX Exceeds Great EXpectations.”

For the record I know no perl, and regular expressions are all RegEx (Greek, in case the allusion to the expression is missed) to me. How does a perl-guy’s mind parse through this? Maybe the same way I can parse through bio jargon.

(Link thanks to PhotoMatt.)

Mutually exclusive domains

This is for you, Nathan.

[...] I have made the general argument in my book Rocks of Ages (Ballantine, 1999), a book that expresses the consensus of a great majority of professional scientists and theologians, not an original formulation from my pen. In briefest summary, no dichotomous opposition can exist in logic because science and religion treat such different (and equally important) aspects of human life—the principle that I have called NOMA as an acronym for the “non-overlapping magisteria,” or teaching authorities, of science and religion. Science tries to record and explain the factual character of the natural world, whereas religion struggles with spiritual and ethical questions about the meaning and proper conduct of our lives. The facts of nature simply cannot dictate correct moral behavior or spiritual teaching

Gould, Stephen Jay. The Hedgehog, The Fox, and the Magister’s Pox. New York: Harmony Books, 2003.

Thanks for the strong but civil discourse whenever our paths cross.

Context and consequences

Every so often I realize I do need to defend my honor, so I will. Apropos of this comment I shared with Jezechelle over AIM last night, I will have to admit that, on its own, the all-caps comment does sound like such a vulgar reference to God, Jesus and the like:

jezechelle: what’s bugging me the most is the lack of tolerance, real tolerance not the fake made up shit by liberals, lack of tolerance for anyone who has a differing view. If you aren’t blogging for terri, protesting for terri, or wrapping up your life with her plight you are subject to disgusting plays of lack of tolerance

Jay: durn, i’m amazed i haven’t been demonized yet for calling that terri schiavo corpus what it is

jezechelle: I wonder if [this friend of ours]‘s seen it yet

Jay: if he does i’ll post a reply to his comment like this next line:
Jay: “GO ON, DEMONIZE ,MEEEEEEEEEE!!! I BELONG TO THE CULTURE OF DEATH!!! I WANT TO EAT THE BABY JESUS AND VOMIT HIS PARTS ALL OVER THE FEET OFTHE VIRGIN MARY BECAUSE I DON’T GOD-DURN THINK LIKE YOU!!! BRING THE BITCHFORKS AND THE TORCHES, HONEY, BECAUSE IT’S WITCH HUNTING TIME IN SCHIAVO LAND AND THE RULE OF LAW MEANS NOTHING!!! HAILSATAN!”

The context of that comment was that it would be my reply should someone try to demonize me in the comments to this post I wrote, in which I said:

Here’s the kicker: since that Terri Schiavo corpus is a living shell but has no humanity left, I find no moral objection to her parents keeping her alive. If they want to take care of what’s left of their daughter, for whatever reason, fine. I am not one to deny people of any sentimental attachments to family members.

But since I make vulgar statements about Jesus and the like, why stop there? I confess: I worship the Devil, but I’m such a weak follower that I can’t even kill my own blood orgy victims. Instead, I drink pig blood bought from the grocer. Such a weak devil worshipping critter I am.

All sarcasm aside, I am astounded at the level of rhetoric that everyone has engaged in on this issue. The demonization is coming the most from those who advocate Terri Schiavo’s parents’ cause. Not have an opinion because you think it’s none of your business? Why, it’s cowardice! Not have an opinion because you think you don’t know all the facts but are stupid enough to admit that? Why, you’re not doing your legwork as a human being! You should CARE!!! So much has been written that amounts to this: “If you don’t agree with me and don’t want that miraculous sign of the pernicousness and persistence of the human will’s desire to survive, then you are a cruel, vicious bastard who wants an innocent dead… and of course, you want to eat the baby Jesus and throw up his parts at the foot of the Virgin Mary”

I’m done doing meta-examination of how people talk about this issue. Here are two other things that I am wondering about.

First: I know in the event of ambiguity that the side of life must be taken. I, too, hold that opinion and in fact do not, will not advocate pulling that feeding tube out. Fine. But if the husband claims to know the will of his wife through something that she said in the past, how much value should be placed on his word?

The second, and more important consequence of that first question is this: just what does it take to impeach the word of a husband as guardian of an invalid? All the bloggers I have seen who have insinuated that Michael Schiavo had something to do with Terri Schiavo’s catastrophic system failure claim that he’s a sleazy rat bastard who wants to cremate his wife in order to hide evidence. That, my friends, is innuendo. Some call it common sense, but in the halls of the courts where sometimes the whole truth is not arrived at but a reasonable and accurate assessment of the truth is, innuendo does not proof make.

I am quite certain that if the parents of Terri Schiavo had enough proof, they would have been able to have Michael Schiavo’s guardianship revoked.

My question basically is, just how much of the rule of law and procedure—the method to the madness that prevents anarchy itself—are you willing to sacrifice to save this life? How many stops are you willing to pull out? And when the time comes that the situation is reversed, when Congress steps in to meddle with someone else’s private family business, will you be gracious enough to step back and not criticize those who engage in the same behavior you are showing? When the day comes that a judge decides to apply the law to a case—the application of which is something you disagree with—will you be magnanimous enough to take a step back and not criticize Congress should it decide to step in? Will you be consistent?

I think this is important

So I’m breaking my poliblogging hiatus for one post to discuss the name that has become a symbol of what’s everything wrong with government, no matter who’s in charge: Terri Schiavo, or rather, Terri Schiavo’s corpus.

Truly the situation has made many a philosopher out of all us (including myself) and questions over the matter of souls, and minds, and rights to life, and human killing… it’s all become white noise to me at this point. Here, from the Wolfson Report (prov: John Cole) , is what strikes me most important:

Theresa’s neurological tests and CT scans indicate objective measures of the persistent vegetative state. These data indicate that Theresa’s cerebral cortex is principally liquid, having shrunken due to the severe anoxic trauma experienced thirteen years ago. The initial oxygen deprivation caused damage that could not be repaired, and the brain tissue in that area continued to devolve. It is noteworthy to recall that from the time of her collapse, and for more than three years, Theresa did receive active physical, occupational, speech and even recreational therapy. There is evidence early in her records of care that she said “no” during physical therapy session. That behavior did not recur and was not further referenced.

In recent months, individuals have come forward indicating that there are therapies and treatments and interventions that can literally re-grow Theresa’s functional, cerebral cortex brain tissue, restoring part or all of her functions. There is no scientifically valid, medically recognized evidence that this has been done or is possible, even in rats, according to the president of the American Society for Neuro-Transplantation. [...]

I, for all my talk of being a recovering Catholic, do not believe in something called a “soul,” if such a soul is that eternal thing that persists after death that carries with it the consciousness of the person. I believe there is such as a thing as a “mind,” and that mind is the sum total, and the gestalt, or totality, of brain activity in a human brain.

The Terri Schiavo corpus has none. As far as I have seen from the facts at hand—and from reports of doctors who have examined her—that… thing in a Florida hospital is a mindless shell bereft of any humanity.

Here’s the kicker: since that Terri Schiavo corpus is a living shell but has no humanity left, I find no moral objection to her parents keeping her alive. If they want to take care of what’s left of their daughter, for whatever reason, fine. I am not one to deny people of any sentimental attachments to family members. Heck, I love my mom too; if this happened to her, unless she wrote a living will expressing her wishes, heck, I would keep her corpus alive too. Terri Schiavo’s corpus is not aware of where it is, or what is happening to it. It’s just… THERE, and it’s so hard, even for me, to wrap my fingers around that concept.

Let us note that legally, it is not the parents’ call who decides to keep the walking corpse. That is the husband’s right, and the Republicans who are moving Heaven, Earth and all nine circles of Hell are making a few big mistakes here. As much as I don’t trust the husband, no legal challenge proving malice in his part has stood the test.

The same Republicans who beat their chests on the sanctity of marriage and the size of government have engaged in the most sincerity-driven hypocrisy I have ever seen in my life. The Democrats yet again have shown that they will say only what their focus groups say is the politically fortuitious thing. These two parties disappoint me today beyond all belief, and I’m not the only one.

On the basis of the evidence at hand, the Terri Schiavo corpus is what it is: a shell, a living, mindless shell and the right to decide over what happens to it belongs to the husband. Should that right be transferred unto her blood family, I see no wrong in maintaining it, as I see no human mind suffering and trapped in a body like that one.

And if there’s something heartfelt that I should be saying, don’t hold your breath. This problem was all because of heartfelt shit, and I’m done “feeling” about this issue. Let’s leave that to our politicians who left their brains at home.

Nibbles and bites

From the NYT, signs the TV-to-DVD business is wisening up:

Serious fans of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” will find nothing new on an upcoming DVD release of the show’s first two episodes from 1997. Priced at just $9.98, this TV starter set is being released tomorrow as a marketing gambit by 20th Century Fox Home Entertainment to attract new customers – a kind of Buffy for beginners.

The company hopes consumers will become so enamored of the shows that they will purchase entire seasons on DVD at considerably higher prices.

Each starter set contains a $10 mail-in rebate, good for the purchase of any Buffy complete season.

Sure it’s not at the pace of piracy but it’s all legal and you can keep the items themselves. My only idea here is that a pilot and second episode aren’t exactly the tastiest bait for the hook, but I could see how that would make more sense on an experimental standpoint more than anything.

(As seen on Jason Clarke’s Network Solutions.)

If I quoted an Abba lyric here, it would be just over the top

Captured frame from the Last Video Ever by Abba.

I read on a blog somewhere about how back-asswards the Philippines (and most of third-world Asia) is because the long-disbanded Swedish pop band, Abba, remains popular fare in the region. I won’t deny, I won’t tell a lie: I grew up inundated with their songs on the radio and on tape.

I won’t be shy about it either: I like their stuff. It’s not the kind of thing I’d play all day at work, but a little bit of Knowing Me, Knowing You never killed anyone. So, when I stumbled upon this video care of a friend, I couldn’t help but laugh my socks off and enjoy the moment.

Captured frame from the Last Video Ever by Abba.

It’s a corny self-parody, but it’s good to know that one of the biggest names in Euro-pop can make fun of themselves.

I hardly knew ye

The W1 got a few dust spots behind the plastic lens. The pictures it’s been taking of the sky are hideous; I am, however, able to take bearable photos of other subjects. I’m keeping the camera until the 28th, when it gets shipped off to the Sony service center for repairs.

I just pray that I won’t have to shell out dough for this. That would totally blow.

Tonight I pray

…that by this time Monday night I would be using Novell’s SuSE Linux 9.2.

I’ll still dual boot just because I do need some Windows apps that I need for work (desktop publishing applications’ learning curves are just too damn high to justify switching and I don’t care what anyone says I don’t trust the GIMP as a digital darkroom) but if I get a performance boost and and a faster workflow for other tasks I may just go ahead and spend seventy to eighty per cent of my time on the platform. Who knows? I’ll write from Suzyland soon enough.

Ruminations

This past Sunday, I woke up with a dull ache in my foot. This was the morning when my friend and I were to go to the Seat Of The Empire (Washington, D.C.) and I was not going to let a little ankle pain get the better of me. By mid-afternoon of that day the pain was so unbearable I could hardly drag my foot, much less put its share of my body weight on it. The pain, which only got worse as the day progressed, accompanied by the high point of a common cold, was the worst I have felt in months. Despite these challenges the day had its highlights: I was able to take a few good pictures, and was able to see the Nat’l Art Gallery.

A churchlike building photographed from within a backlit arch of a walkway.

The pain in my ankle didn’t stop until the next day, when I fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion from contemplating how much it hurt. I slept with my knees up and a fair amount of weight bearing on the foot itself. However, when I woke up, all that was left was some mild swelling and a dull ache even less noticeable than when it started. It was still weak, but I could shuffle and hobble again. It was only two days after that, after describing my entire experience with a doctor friend of mine, did I find out that it was most likely a hypoxic foot. I could have slept in a position that hurt my ankle. I was afraid it was a sprain, but I doubt I can sprain my foot just by sleeping on it with a weird angle.

Today, I went back to walking for fitness. Since I’ve gotten used to walking around the UMCP campus, I find the treadmill extremely boring once again. I decided to go up a route of approximately 3 miles. I was dressed warm despite the sunshine outside, and brought my camera along.

The spring season in Maryland has the most volatile weather patterns I’ve seen in my life. In the course of a day you can have a daytime high of fifty degrees, then have a small storm suddenly drop the temperature to freezing for a an hour or so, bringing with it the occasional snow flurry. Today was no different in pattern, if not in range. By the time I got to the woods that encircled the field, a storm with light rainfall was impending. It passed along quickly enough, bringing with it gusty winds, but it saved me from rain.

A spring storm, small but furious rushes past overhead, leaving gusts in its wake.

The storm left behind a hazy sky devoid of bring sunlight. Walking along the path that cuts through the woods I saw a most peculiar thing. A felled tree, whose connection to its stump was tenuous at best, had twigs growing directly upwards.

A felled tree still connected to its stump. The trunk of a felled tree with young branches reaching upward

Whether this tree has enough strength to awaken as the days get warmer, I do not know. I would like to return later in the spring to see its branches with a few leaves. Sadly, I don’t think I could remember the spot where I saw it. What I saw today, though, was a testament of the persistence of life. It fights; it struggles to continue.

Reeds by a small lake.

Not even evergreens can mask just how brown everything is in the woods. Despite the bleakness of it all, a serene kind of beauty lies in the promise that those that sleep will reward the patient with the loveliest colors when they awaken. This is the lesson that winter teaches me: that life persists despite pain and challenge, and that the virtue of patience can be its own reward.

Divergence

So what does blogging as a team member at one of my favorite sites feel like? It’s quite refreshing, like a meeting at a bar with friends. Most of my political commentary will be seen there from now on; I think that I am ready, after posting less on my blog, to concentrate on things less serious here on my online home.

More pop culture, more photography, more slices of life and what not. Just less, much less politics. I know I haven’t posted much on politics over the past month; sometimes I feel like writing about minor political quibbles and honestly it feels quite trite. I’ll admit that my interests have changed ever since the year started and I am really quite happy of the way things have become.

I don’t intend to post on Resurrection Song on an overbearingly frequent basis. I consider my presence there a treat for myself, an activity of delight, ornament and ability, to quote that essayist. I think that both moderation of posting and diversification of the fora where I make a presence have been good for me; blogging has become less an obsession or perceived obligation. It has become much more fun, and I like the way things have gone so far.

Go check out my first post.

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