Derailed

Yesterday I went to work on a long-term sprucing-up project for the Tussin Up site and was frustrated to learn that some sort of bug was preventing the composition box within the MT UI at my hosting from completely rendering.

As a subunit of the composition UI which normally does not even appear was also appearing with an error message, I think that in all likelihood, there was a remote hosting issue somewhere between my install of the blog software and components that were initially designed to provide additional remotely-hosted functionality by SixApart over a decade ago – so a module was not returning an acknowledgement or some such and instead of being properly error-handled within MT’s perl at my host the software was hanging in a way that prevented the complete exposure of the composition box to my cursor.

Anyway, it was a pain, and reminded me that I need to finish my platform migration.

Testing Pageflip 5.js

Working on getting a test implementation of PageFlip 5 up in service of a site refresh for the venerable Tussin Up archive.

Docs here.

The developers offer a 14-day test license and thereafter a freebie for blog publicity along the lines of this entry.

An initial bump in the road: this here install of MT4 has developed a leak in the form of a text-entry field that does not render fully in certain circumstances, preventing access to extant entries and the creation of new ones in some use cases. So I may have to get under the hood here a bit just to get things rolling.

Whatever, it’s something I should be doing every day anyway – I still need to go back and isolate the non-rendering entries as a part of the migration project anyway.

UPDATE: The work around for this text-entry problem is to create the entry using QuickPost and then to access the entry via Manage Entries. The post will load but not display the body copy.

Clicking “Preview” will cause the UI to successfully load the body and make it available for editing and entry. Not a good long term solution.

It does imply that there’s a database query that’s failing on the initial pageload, which might point to a change in MySQL versions.

Silence

On Facebook tonight an artist that I greatly admire posted the first of a promised series of strips which opens with the recounting of a car accident in which the narrator, as a child, accidentally, in the most literal possible sense of the word, kills another child.

In jest but with serious intent I posted a comment suggesting that the story was the origin tale of one of the artist’s characters. The artist has subsequently deleted my comment and in interactions with other folks on FB confirmed that the story is in most respects true.

I trust this artist’s judgement and think he must have had a good reason for the deletion. I am at the moment so very sad for him; he has had a weight to carry since childhood and his art is in part an expression of it.

Test

Hm. For some reason the prior entry republishes to aggregate archive pages but not to individual entry archive pages.

I wonder if it’s the image embed. Man, that would be a pain.

I’ll try rebuilding it here block by block.

Initially, I pasted the image into this entry, and both the aggregate and individual page entries published. Then I pasted the first paragraph above both the image and the behavior of no individual archive rebuild appeared.

So it may be a bad character in the first graf or it may be a limit on the number of times an edit can be generated.

This would appear to be a clue to the export-resistant entries as well.

I’ll continue trying various tricks.

UPDATE: The entry rebuilt, finally, apparently after a full site rebuild. Still, an edit to an individual entry shouldn’t delete the initial post without writing the update. It seems likeliest that it has something to do with the size of the blog’s entry set, which is approaching 7000.

Passing

A friend of my adolescence died this week, of lung cancer, back home.

When he was a little kid, say, eleven, he (as with many of my cohort) appeared as an extra in Breaking Away. His appearance, though, was distinctive in more ways than one. He had a unique face with an uncommon shape, and additionally in the scene he most notably appears in, he is literally in the front and center of the shot.

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He had a cynical sense of humor and had experienced losses and challenges early – one of his closest friends in high school died very young from some sort of renal failure that left him on dialysis from a young age.

That loss, and of course this week’s end of things, are all in the future at the moment the camera on the Breaking Away shoot committed my friend’s eleven-year-old gaze to film and thence to pixels in the fullness of time.

His expression is haunting me this week. He can’t quite believe it. All of it. The child is looking into the future and seeing something that surprises and does not delight, something that has taken him aback. That’s a fine epitaph, one that’s culturally sound and expressive on behalf of my cohort. Weirdly, it makes me happy and I start to chuckle every time I see it. It’s as if at age eleven he planted a practical joke for us to notice and appreciate today, in his wake.

Rest in peace.

Back Home in Indiana

In my hometown, there’s an ongoing fall music festival called Lotus that fired up in 1994 for the first time, after I had moved away. I’ve never been, but it’s a big deal in Bloomington and lots of my friends back home go check it out now and again. Overnight, a pal posted to her Facebook wall regarding the experience of attempting to attend the largely outdoor and street-based festival without purchasing a ticket for the first time, and she was unhappy with the experience. Her child asked why their family was outside one of the tents rather than inside, and her answer reflected the event’s increased cost. She characterized the cost for her family to attend the event on a paid basis as $300, probably reflecting a number of passes for several events over a period of days. That in and of itself was not the particular issue, however. She wrote of having attended in the past on a ticketed basis and having noted fellow ticket holders complaining about non-ticketed onlookers, and noted her discomfort with the exclusionary sensibility thereby expressed.

This became a hotbed of commenters, the majority reflecting her concerns about rising costs, some defending the costs as reflective of the event’s expenses, and some defending the exclusionary perspective. The event is held largely in areas such as streets and parks which have access restrictions enforced during events to one extent or another and this prompts some of the debate. It seems clear that over time the event has moved to address the concerns of volunteers and ticket holders with regard to non-paying onlookers by progressively reducing knot-holing opportunities at the same time as the cost for the event has gone up.

I found myself weirdly engaged by the discussion, since I haven’t even been to Bloomington since late 2001, and wanted to grab some of my contributions.

One of the interesting exchanges was with internet friend and songwriter Kenny Childers, who expressed frustration with what he perceives to be the local media’s coverage of Lotus and similar events at the expense of significant regionally recorded and/or released music.

Kenny posted, “I’ll be honest here. Lotus irks me on a larger scale because I feel like the event is treated like the second coming of Christ every year in the HT and elsewhere. Meanwhile, a band like Thee Tsunamis charts on CMJ (local band on local label, Magnetic South), and virtually nothing. Two of the most important independent record labels around are here: Secretly Canadian & Jagjaguar- I think the HT finally mentioned SC when one of their artists WON A GRAMMY. Not to undermine the performers who are so often mind-blowing, but the local promotion of it feels like a big circle jerk being hosted by like 6 people. Ok, I promise I’m done.”

After some back and forth by others in which Kenny also noted he’d found attempting to provide the local paper (that’s “the HT,” the Herald-Telephone) with PR to be frustrating and pointless, I posted a mini-essay about how odd that was to read.

I wrote:

This is really interesting. This same split was evident thirty-five years ago; of course, it wasn’t as though local lofi labels were releasing material that had any particular national attention or in pressing quantities that would give them a shot on a broader scale. Back then, there was no local broadcast outlet for the material either. I remember just sort of figuring that midcareer reporters at the HT that were into music would reasonably be expected to be more into stuff they’d liked in their twenties and that was more accessible or derived from that world – so bigger acts got coverage and smaller-appeal and underground acts didn’t. It was kind of a drag but just one of those things that goes along with being a kid and aware of how the world is directed by older people.

But Kenny IS one of those older people now, and presumably the HT music writers are folks that are conversant with Bloomington’s past forty years of music history and heritage – I mean, I gather that Lee runs Lotus and he was one of the folks that made Second Story what it was back in the day. Not that Lee’s going to be flogging Seth’s acts in the context of Lotus or that they have any particular overlap.

I feel like I see similar stuff here, though, too. Even in the absolute height of the early 90s feeding frenzy, the local daily papers did not do a great job covering it – that was left to The Rocket and to a varying extent The Stranger. The city council passed a later-found-unconstitutional flyering ban right at the very height of it, for christ’s sake, with editorial support from the Seattle Times (I think).

So there’s something here that’s not specific to the decade or the locale. I guess maybe the papers try to guess what their readership’s demographic wants, what demographic their advertisers want to reach, and that is a demographic that skews to houseowning world-music and jazz aficionados as opposed to house-concert attending renters.

But shit, you, and Austin, and Seth and undoubtedly other folks that I just don’t know, you’re making music for grownups too, not just for me when I was sixteen. You’d think the HT or whoever might want to build that audience. Anyway. It’s somewhat amazing to me to hear this particular dynamic retains its shape.

The thread has kept going and growing now for many hours, with divergent branches and a great deal of vigorous disagreement, not a whole lot of attempts at persuasion but not a whole lot of name calling and fingerpointing either, probably because most of the participants in the thread know one another. It’s not a trainwreck, but the issues aren’t going to be resolved neatly in the conversation either.

Among many comments, one someone I don’t know stood out to me as memorable: “There are costs that have to be dealt with but back in the day you could go downtown and at least enjoy the vibe without feeling like a thief.”

I was a bit taken aback, because the comment seemed to imply that part of the activities of the event’s staff and volunteers was aimed at shaming onlookers, of actively patrolling the boundary between the privileged ticketed space in such a way as to make the boundary as public and visible as possible. Of, in other words, defining and protecting class privileges.

One of the event’s volunteers posted to essentially defend the implementation of essentially limited access policies. I won’t quote her at length but remarkably she used language that exactly mirrored the language of the commenter I just cited.

“I am one of the people responsible for blocking sightlines for those who do not pay for any tickets to the Friday or Saturday shows. It kills me to look at the crowds essentially stealing from lotus and the musicians by squeezing in to watch from outside the tents. Walk around and enjoy the music, ok, but damn, that’s crazy-bold, in my book.”

I literally couldn’t believe what I had read and it kicked off another long comment from me.

I wrote:

How in the world can you mean what you say? “Essentially stealing”? I mean, I recognize that you feel unhappy about people attempting to view and listen to music and performers without paying. But in what possible sense is that stealing? If someone snuck into a paid-entry area, that’s clearly a violation of the rules. But these are outdoor venues, right? If the core value here is to protect the performance and audio as a limited-use-and-access good, the performances should be inside in gated and sound-insulated spaces, I would think.

I mean, I remember watching IU football games from the berm outside the stadium as a kid. Admittedly, they were terrible, and therefore the performance had limited value, and it wasn’t something I was super into or anything. But unless I just don’t understand your meaning and intent, or unless you possibly mean something different and used words that don’t convey your view accurately, according to your viewpoint I was essentially stealing, and that just doesn’t seem to describe what I did.

I keep puzzling over this and I don’t feel right challenging your vocabulary. I mean, I don’t understand what you mean, but I need to respect your words and try to gain a viewpoint in common.

You feel that something is being stolen, and it’s something that is valuable enough that it irritates you. I do feel on solid ground challenging the perception that it’s the performance or the audio, because it seems unlikely to diminish revenue and because open-air implies open access. So something else is being stolen.

Could it be that you sees the non-paying onlookers as devaluing your volunteer work, that outside onlookers are disrespecting your community contribution?

That is, you and other volunteers are committing your own time in exchange for access to the performances, and when others also have even partial access, the volunteer’s time commitment is devalued, because why volunteer if you could just show up? That would generate strong feelings, I think. One possibly way of offsetting that might be to provide a dedicated volunteer-access only performance, like in a closed indoor venue. Wouldn’t that be a valued exchange good, an exclusive-access show available only to volunteers and not for sale at any price?

Anyway, they’re still at it.

Too Soon

I regularly read Wodehouse’s Jeeves and Wooster material as a sort of palate cleanser between whatever more weighty reading I have been occupying myself with and recently set out on tackling the canon, as I have done with many other genre characters and authors. Inevitably my appreciation for the material deepens even as I note the authors recycling, treading water, and otherwise returning to themes, often with what appear to be a lack of volition and sometimes (I appreciate these the most) a lack of self-awareness.
Wodehouse’s stuff is *deeply* controlled and self-aware, his central dictum (or perhaps that should be the latin for the opposite of what is uttered as a rule, beyond my scope) being “don’t talk about the war.”

He repurposed pre-war stories featuring a character called “Reggie Pepper” as Jeeves and Wooster stories. Jeeves is named after a British athlete, a cricketer, who died in 1916 in the Great War. Wodehouse himself was interned during World War Two by the Germans and was induced to participate in wartime propaganda broadcasts. He also introduced a character to his material before the war intended specifically to mock English fascists.

Wooster’s vocabulary in particular relies on prewar British upper-class slang and continues to do so until Wodehouse’s death, tinkerty-tonk. Neither war is ever mentioned. Tonight as I was musing on this it struck me that Bertie Wooster, like Billy Pilgrim, was knocked loose from time by these wars. It’s not unreasonable to suggest that the wars created the market for these comforting, funny stories about a time and place that never existed, where the poor are invisible and the wealthy are fools. It’s a shame that Wodehouse never wrote of Bertie’s life with or without Jeeves in the outer colonies.

The other antecedent to Jeeves and Wooster I keep seeing in this trawl is Holmes and Watson, a resemblance not missed by Wodehouse, down to the recycled stories and repeated plot elements.

(Originally posted on Facebook)

(Relatedly, “What Ho, Gods of the Abyss“)

Armstrong

A friend on FB posted a link to “Before the Moon” at the BBC, and that prompted this memory:

I’ve been a member of the local Museum of Flight for years and years. They send a magazine every other month that I usually forget to look at and because I’ve been a member for so long I get invites to donor events. I usually just put them in a pile and look at them every so often because I have found I am a poor cultural fit with the folks that tend to show up at these things. Not hopelessly so, as there will be plenty of opportunities to nerd out about airplanes, but usually the people that don’t also want to talk politics are over my head mathematically and the people who want to talk politics unselfconsciously tend to open their conversation by saying stuff I find personally threatening, usually without being aware that they are so doing. Not always and of course I generalize, but this holds true often enough that I just put ’em on the pile.

About two months before Commander Armstrong passed away, I went through one of these piles to find an unopened invitation to a fundraising dinner in support of the MoF’s effort to become the eventual home for one of the retiring Space Shuttles. At the time, the Museum’s president and leader was a retired Shuttle-era astronaut and she was instrumental in leading the effort to bring an orbiter here. The efforts failed, but a knock-on effect was that the museum significantly expanded its’ collection of space-related artifacts, in particular personal effects of Apollo and Gemini program vets. This was often in association with appearances at the Museum by these aging astronauts, usually in conjunction with private fundraising events.

The invitation was to one of these, a holiday event about four months gone. It was a run-of-the mill invitation to an event I had already missed – until I saw who the guest of honor was: Neil Armstrong. Armstrong had essentially stopped all public appearances over twenty years prior due to his discomfort with the increasing pressure he felt to sign autographs and so forth, going to great lengths in his old age to resist the commodification of his presence and traces thereof, including a legal dispute with his barber over the unauthorized sale of hair clippings. I was flabbergasted. I quickly dug through the pile of magazines to find the one issued after the holidays in early spring, and flipped to the flash-saturated event photos. There he was, wizened, gripping and grinning like a trouper. Apparently he permitted an unlimited photo op, although now that consider it, that can’t possibly be right. I mean surely it’s possible, but that’s a lot to ask of this elderly, private man.

Whatever, I’ll never know, because I did not open the invitation to the event. I was invited (along with a couple of thousand other folks) to have dinner with Neil Armstrong, and I did not know it because I unnecessarily make negative and dismissive assumptions about the world.

Syncthing

This looks like a promising alternative to BitTorrent Sync.

UPDATE: Literally the day after I wrote this, my install of BitTorrent Sync began showing an alert badge, so I went to check it out.

Earlier this week, BTS announced some changes to their offerings. The previous application was offered free with some functional limits which involved limiting the number of folders that could be created at the root of the shared folder, a slightly confusing policy that actually prevented me for ever even trying it once I had it up and running.

The revisions include a permanent, apparently fully-featured free version with no folder limits and a one-time upgrade to a Pro license at a $39.99, (discounted by $9.99 until 9/22). I’m still not clear on what the feature differences are between Pro and non, but the removal of the folder-count limit was enough to get me to dump my LAN share folder into BTS.

Previously I had been using AerosFS but they announced end-of-life for personal users and had originally been the ones pointing me at BTS.

I’m glad to see some life in LAN-only sync.

Anyway, long story short, I have now stripped out most of the content I was previously hosting via DropBox including some enormous client asset bases and can drop the DBX annual fee too, so that’s another $10 a month saved.

I’ve been mulling over trying to renegotiate my service fees with CenturyLink, which have steadily crept up over the years, from $97 in Feb. 2013 to $113 today. I think the first step in that process would be identifying alternative DSL providers and looking at Comcast again.