Here's the video of my keynote last night at the 28C3, the Chaos Computer Congress in Berlin, entitled "The coming war on general computation."
The last 20 years of Internet policy have been dominated by the copyright war, but the war turns out only to have been a skirmish. The coming century will be dominated by war against the general purpose computer, and the stakes are the freedom, fortune and privacy of the entire human race.
The problem is twofold: first, there is no known general-purpose computer that can execute all the programs we can think of except the naughty ones; second, general-purpose computers have replaced every other device in our world. There are no airplanes, only computers that fly. There are no cars, only computers we sit in. There are no hearing aids, only computers we put in our ears. There are no 3D printers, only computers that drive peripherals. There are no radios, only computers with fast ADCs and DACs and phased-array antennas. Consequently anything you do to "secure" anything with a computer in it ends up undermining the capabilities and security of every other corner of modern human society.
[Video Link] Joshuah Bearman has a 10,000 word article in The Atavist. He says it's...
... about the one Western watering hole in Baghdad during the height of the insurgency! Basically, the Baghdad Country Club was like the Rick's Cafe Americain of the Green Zone. Or maybe the Mos Eisley cantina at times. Depending on who was there. But it was the one place where anyone -- mercenaries and diplomats, contractors and peacekeepers, aid workers and iraqis -- could walk in, get dinner, open a decent bottle of wine, and pretend that there weren't rockets falling all around them. Patrons would check their weapons in a safe, like coats in a coatroom, and wander past a sign that read: BAGHDAD COUNTRY CLUB. NO GUNS, NO GRANES, NO KNIVES -- NO EXCEPTIONS! It didn't last long, but while it did, the BCC was a beloved place, and a refuge from the war. The story is a life and times of the bar, and the people behind it. (Some of whom risked their lives to bring beer to the Green Zone, as it was like Road Warrior every time the crossed the desert with their cargo of precious liquid.)
The video above "tells the story of how James, the proprietor, first hooked up with the hooch supply and became a war zone restauranteur."
[Video Link] Ted Balaker says: "There's a good chance anyone who likes Firefly, free speech, and Neil Gaiman will enjoy this story about sci fi fans who beat back the forces of censorship!
A quotation from Neil Gaiman (in the documentary):
There are people you do not want to upset in the world. And big groups of people you don't want to upset would obviously include the politically disenfranchised who feel they have nothing to lose. And those that feel that the time has come for revolution. Then out on the edges beyond any of those are science fiction and fantasy fans whose favorite show has been cancelled in an untimely way.
Restaurant owner Qu Zhibo spent three years building this cool looking little car in his spare time. It cost about $600 in parts.
“I am a military fan, my design is inspired by armored command vehicle. I am thinking painting it camouflage to make it look more of a real thing.” Said Qu. As for craftsmanship, everything from engine cover, seats, car skin etc are completely handmade by Qu himself, except for steering wheel, tires, tank and engine which are bought parts.
This "Gamer Girl Manifesto" is more stirring than any two minutes' worth of video has any right to be. The Mary Sue nails it:
Whether you refer to yourself as a Gamer Girl, a Girl Gamer or simply a Gamer, it’s likely you’ve been singled out at one point or another for being a woman who plays video games. It might have been in a positive way but more often than not, it gets negative attention. A handful of ladies who play got together to make this video telling the world it’s not acceptable for you to sexualize them for their mere existence in the video game world. They are there to kick ass and take names, just like everyone else. But they don’t stop there, they also suggest fellow gamers don’t be racist or homophobic and ask, “What kind of player are you?”
New Humanist magazine interviewed master storyteller and comics author Alan Moore about science and imagination backstage at last week's "Nine Lessons for Godless People" event. Over at Daily Grail, Greg transcribed some choice bits including Moore's response to the question "Is there a conflict between what can and can't be proven by science?":
I would prefer a two-state solution. My basic premise is that human beings are amphibious, in the etymological sense of 'two lives'. We have one life in the solid material world that is most perfectly measured by science. Science is the most exquisite tool that we've developed for measuring that hard, physical, material world. Then there is the world of ideas which is inside our head. I would say that both of these worlds are equally real - they're just real in different ways. The concept of a world of ideas, yes it's intangible, it can't be repeated in a laboratory, but pretty much the evidence for it is all around us. In that, every detail of our clothing, our mindsets, of the buildings and the streets and cities that surround us - that started life as an idea in someone's head.
Tino Contreras is a Mexican jazz master who for five decades and counting has melded Latin influences with free jazz, psychedelia, avant-garde experimentation, and global sounds from Egypt, India, Turkey, and elsewhere. The Jazzman label has just issued "El Jazz Mexicano De Tino Contreras," a compilation drawing from many of his exceedingly rare LPs such as "Quinto Sol, Musica Infinita" (1978) and "Misa En Jazz" (1968).
From Holy Warbles:
Like many jazz musicians and composers from the period, Tino Contreras attempted to combine secular and non secular composition. The results on display here are eerily engaging. “Santo” (heard above) interweaves a stripped down jazz organ refrain in 5/4 time (think Dave Brubeck Quartet) with liturgical male and female vocal chant - it shouldn’t work but it does. Weirder still, “Credo” utilizes a ghostly ballroom organ which evokes an image of Sun Ra languorously jamming on a disused seaside pier round midnight with a devout choir lamenting to otherworldly effect in the background. Twisted jazz never sounded so good. “Gloria” is even odder, opening with noir call girl tease, the track slowly evolves into celestial chorus and progressive modern jazz flourishes creating a sublime meeting point between the sacred and profane. I don’t go to church often but if I heard this playing from the pulpit, I definitely would.
Longtime BB fave Chris Reccardi has a permanent installation of new work at the Tender Greens #5 restaurant in Pasadena, California. You can see the art online at Chris's site and purchase prints at his Etsy shop. Chris also explained his approach to the project at the Tender Greens blog.
The Boy In The Plastic Bubble (1976) starred John Travolta as a young man with severe combined immune deficiency syndrome who was forced to live his life inside a sterile environment. It was based on the lives of David Vetter and Ted DeVita. When I was little, I found this film to be quite moving. Some of the memorable scenes: Spacesuit-wearing Travolta in the push-up contest, the horse jumping over his portable bubble, that fateful game of Trivial Pursuit. Oh wait. Anyway, the movie is now in the public domain and viewable at the Internet Archive. "The Boy In The Plastic Bubble"