Welcome to my life.

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.

A short and sweet year in review

I could call this year as “my year.” I turned 25, and for those of you who know of the great changes that have happened in my life, yes, it’s been all a turn for the better.

I’m off to New York City for the new year; I’ll be back on the 2nd with a new design and a less nutty disposition.

Housecleaning

Ever get the feeling you walk into your relatively messed up home or bedroom and not have the energy to do anything else but fall into bed and sleep, thus gaining the blissful ignorance of one’s one surroundings? Such is the feeling I have towards the blog right now. I am working on a redesign for myself as well as a realignment of what content I do want on here. Goodbye current events blathering, for the most part. More photos. And more of me.

One Fine Jay: Photography, Culture & Consumerism.

Sounds good to me. I don’t care what anyone thinks at this point.

P.S. Hate Georgia? See ya later.

P.P.S. Here’s a preview of the colors and the header I’ve made so far:

A preview of the colors I have deliberated on the redesign of my site.

Priorities

I didn’t catch President Bush on the radio recently, but I would like to note a few things. Firstly, the legality of the NSA’s eavesdropping on American citizens is a bit over my head, but I’ll defer to Mark Levin’s knowledge on the issue at least when it comes to communications of American citizens with foreign nationals, as well as emergency authorizations by the Office of the President.

Now, while Eric has dripped with sarcasm over Bush’s support of the PATRIOT Act (a law I hardly agree with anyway), I’d rather focus on Bush’s indignance over the media’s leaks of our less than honorable, but perhaps necessary, practices abroad:

This is a highly classified program that is crucial to our national security. Its purpose is to detect and prevent terrorist attacks against the United States, our friends and allies. Yesterday the existence of this secret program was revealed in media reports, after being improperly provided to news organizations. As a result, our enemies have learned information they should not have, and the unauthorized disclosure of this effort damages our national security and puts our citizens at risk. Revealing classified information is illegal, alerts our enemies, and endangers our country.

One quote from Levin to which I will simply say “what he said:”

But these leaks — about secret prisons in Europe, CIA front companies, and now secret wiretaps, are egregious violations of law and extremely detrimental to our national security. They are far worse than any aspect of the Plame matter. The question is whether our government is capable of tracking down these perpetrators and punishing them, or will we continue to allow the Times and Washington Post determine national security policy. And if these wiretaps are violative of our civil liberties, it’s curious that the Times would wait a year to report about it. I cannot remember the last time, or first time, this newspaper reported a leak that was helpful to our war effort.

Let us assume, then, that whoever it was who leaked Valerie Plame’s name gets prosecuted and punished under the full weight of the law. Can we expect the same justice and accountability from those in the media that leaked this classified information? Or will those in charge of enforcing the law choose to turn a blind eye out of fear of what the media can do?

UPDATE: I thus ride both with Dean Esmay’s emotions and thoughts on the matter
(compensating for my legendary anal-retentive tone). Says he:

I think they are all being rather timid. These leakers have exposed a perfectly legal, perfectly sensible government operation that has undoubtedly helped round up hundreds of members of Al Qaeda and saved the lives of countless Americans. Exposing such a secret program is not whistle-blowing–it is high treason.

When I say “treason” I don’t mean it in an insulting or hyperbolic way. I mean in a literal way: we need to find these 21st century Julius Rosenbergs, these modern day reincarnations of Alger Hiss, put them on trial before a jury of their peers, with defense counsel. When they are found guilty, we should then hang them by the neck until the are dead, dead, dead.

No sympathy. No mercy.

Considering the year-long wait taken by the media to release this story, it certainly adds mens rea to the act, a definite and malicious (if quite misguided) intent not present, say, in Geraldo Rivera’s careless disclosure of his position in Iraq (considered classified, too, in the theatre of war) which should have granted him the privelege of staying there and welcoming the jihadists anyway.

Brie

A modern poem of sorts. Dedicated to Dean.

~o~

You assault my senses with your very betrayal
Of the French’s lack of good taste
You who have been called
The King of Cheeses.
What paltry kingdom it is you hold?
Bold perhaps
If but for the sake of being bold.

I have known many in your kingdom:
From serfs to queens
And stableboys and courtesans.
You are no King, rather
An emperor, and your rind are your new clothes.

For cheese, great among most food
Is best known alone.
That you can not stand
Without the crutches of fruit or sweets
Betrays your very weakness.

Thus, flee from me!
You salty, crusty messenger
Of memories of unspeakable bodily fluids
(Even by the standards
of today’s civil discourse.)
And peddle your pretense elsewhere!
The money is well spent on the lesson
To never welcome you into my home again.

~o~

Book Seven

Were I to write the seventh book of the Harry Potter series there are two scenarios that I’d put up.

In the first, I would start the book in the middle of things: no horcruxes left, with Hermione and Ron deader than doorstops after having helped Harry deal with things. Just a final showdown with Lord V after recap after recap of recent history. Ending with Harry’s death as some sort of necessary sacrifice to beat Voldy.

In the second, with the biggest F.U. to Harry Potter’s character (the kind that J.K. Rowling herself might feel, perhaps?) I could imagine, it’ll be up to Hermione and Ron to get rid of V. I mean, he’s got Harry’s blood running through his veins now, ya?

Either way it’ll screw things all over the place with a happy ending that won’t be “perfect.”

A long and arduous trip

I’m heading to DC to renew my passport today and will be heading back tomorrow to pick it up. What a trip that’s going to be considering I live near BWI airport.

It’s been quite the week, too, at least with life in general. My job has me doing overtime sometimes by an hour and a half and it can get to be really tedious. At the end of the night (or is that at the start of the morning? We never say “see you tomorrow” at work.) the pads of my fingers feel tender from all the typing that I do all night.

The interesting thing is, I’ve adjusted quite well to the night shift. Because of the pace of work, I get really wound up that it takes me at least an hour after I get home to relax enough to fall asleep. Last week there have been days when I stayed up until ten in the morning only to sleep through to five in the afternoon. It’s really weird.

I haven’t been posting much these days but I think I’ll be able to get back to the swing of things soon enough. I’ll be doing product reviews, for one, and I’ll try my best to provide less of the usual droll political fare. Here’s a few bits to keep you busy:

Worth switching

Dean Esmay recounts something he’s been getting at for the past year (I think):

You find yourself on a game show called “Let’s Make A Deal.” The game is very simple, as there are but three doors: door #1, door #2, and door #3. Behind one door is a million dollars. Behind the other two doors is a worthless joke prize. All you have to do is pick which door you want to open, and you get whatever is behind that door. But you only get once choice. By simple math, then, you obviously have a 1 in 3 chance of picking the correct door in the first place and becoming an instant millionaire, yes?

You pick a door. As soon as you tell Monty (the gameshow host) what door you want to open, he stops and says, “Okay, you’ve made your choice. Now, I’m going to do what we always do here on this game: I’m going to open one of the other two doors for you that I know has a booby prize.” And he does so. Then he asks, “Okay, now, would you like to stay with your original guess, or would you like to switch to the other door that’s still closed? You only get one shot, so do you want to stay with your original choice, or switch?”

Here’s the question: is there any compelling reason to switch doors?

The answer is “yes.” Dean’s comments has the zoo; Steve Verdon has the math behind it. Quick summary? The probability that your choice is right (1 in X choices) does not change even if all but one of the choices has been eliminated. If you had to pick between a thousand doors and Monty removes 998 as known to be wrong choices, that other door will look mighty appealing.

Archives

Monthly

Categories