Intel’s Defective New Chip and Your Lovely Machine

Digital Rights ManagementThe recent $300+ million Intel chip recall has an interesting sideline. Apparently the chips have a design flaw that will cause data streaming to your hard drives to slow down over time, eventually resulting in only a trickle.

Interestingly, the Sandy Bridge chipset on board have Digital Rights Management (DRM) hard-wired into the Intel chips. The chips are designed to allow movie studios and television providers to command your computer not to record video.

Of course, Intel claims they have not built DRM into the chipsets, but that their chipset “gives PCs the level of trust that the studio needs to make their content available.”

Personally, I don’t like the idea of my computer’s capabilities being controlled by outside companies or entities.

The Free Software Foundation considers DRM technology to be inherently defective by design, and there is a long, ongoing campaign against DRM with some very good information available at http://www.defectivebydesign.org.

Here is a little letter I wrote the president of Intel, Mr. Paul Otellini:

To: paul.s.otellini@intel.com
Subject: No DRM in Sandybridge Please

Dear Mr. Otellini,

Please do not build DRM technology into your Sandybridge chipsets, or any other.

In fact, please do not build any technology into your hardware that monitors in any way the data I am processing. I will not purchase such products, and will encourage others not to do so.

I very much like your chip products. But not irrevocably so.

Thank you,
Mark Rushing

Your Little Soundbites – Education in the Empire

Some people will read Sara Rimmer’s article “Study: Students slog through college, but don’t gain much critical thinking” and use it to justify their feelings that college is a waste of time. Those same people, however, are most likely who this article is talking about.

In question is a person’s ability to achieve “higher order thinking”; a state where you can listen to political, cultural or religious “spin” and easily recognize it as such: an insulting manipulation of people.

Perhaps political, social and religious “spin” isn’t insulting, though. After all, if it works on people, then those people aren’t able to fully recognize it and deal with it – and that means you couldn’t possibly be insulting them. You are just simply manipulating them.

And manipulation is fine, right? As long as you play within the “rules of the game” which are the purview of lawyers and police (and pastors and priests).

Unless, of course, you possess “higher order thinking”, which may lead you to consider people and their situations in the terms of a philosophy of ethics rather than simple mechanics (and who can move the biggest gears).

And if you do possess this “higher order thinking” then you do perceive political, cultural and religious “spin” not only as insulting to people, but also as an act of evil which relies upon ignorance and deception to promote an agenda.

Unfortunately (and sometimes fortunately) people who lack “higher order thinking” often distrust those people who do possess “higher order thinking”. As everyone knows, whenever you say something that is not commonly held true, or commonly believed, or commonly known, you are talking crazy talk. And sometimes no matter how much evidence you can bring to the contrary, you remain talking crazy talk to most ears.

And since people with “higher order thinking” usually restrain themselves from participating in the unethical and “evil” acts of political, social or religious “spin”, the only real chance they have of helping people awaken and resist for themselves the never-ending onslaught of manipulations laid upon them is to help them achieve “higher order thinking” for themselves.

But you can’t give someone something they don’t want, unless you force it upon them (almost always an act of evil). Even if you manage to open someone’s eyes to something they did not want to see, they will usually find a way to rationalize it back into a comfort zone that they can safely, subsequently, ignore.

The only way to help is through education where people’s minds can take on their own fires of discovery and questioning that fuel them for a lifetime – and benefit us all through a process of open sharing and collaboration.

Money interests continue trying to convert academic institutions into mere vocational factories that produce graduates with skills complementary only to their money-making desires. Any “higher order thinking” is fine, as long as that higher order thinking is constrained within the boundaries of the money-making interests.

In other words, the trend noticed within this Seattle Times article is not surprising.

So until we collectively rediscover the real and profound value of education and academics, here are some easy pill-popping tidbits:

  • Secrecy is not security, nor is it a path to security. Secrecy is secrecy.
  • Weapons do not make people more secure. Mutual understanding and respect does.
  • Understanding and respect do not come from force. Dominance and submission does.
  • Money and economics are not impartial agents of social evolution and advancement.
  • Money does not care about nations, borders or people. Money cares about money.
  • How anyone appears publicly is rarely anything like their true nature.
  • “Supporting your troops” does not require that you also endorse Empire.
  • Empire exploits troops, supporting them only enough to maintain effectiveness.
  • Empire does not like questions. Empire likes narrow, focused subjects that perpetuate Empire.

Remodeling

Stone fireplace with IBM SelectricI wonder if high schools even teach typing any more. Ours had brand new IBM Selectrics, fabricated of a textured metal, with an alphabet-engraved silver ball whirring atop an engine, waiting to strike paper at a finger’s touch.

I learned before that, though, from my mom, when I was a child, about the home keys. Her typewriter was metallic green. I cannot remember the color of the typewriters in high school. On her old machine, occasionally brought out of its hard case, our fingers sank deeply down with each push — which required force if anything were to be visible. That isn’t easy for a child, nor any adult over time.

Typing was a skill belonging to the realm of women. I can remember being struck by how uncannily silent computers were, when you typed. They just took it in, and there it was, silently there. I imagine I was not the only person amazed by the silence, since so many early computer keyboards took great pains to loudly click as keys are pressed. Perhaps this brought comfort in change.

Right now my mom is dead. There are no telephone lines connected to the house. There is no cable television. Three days ago, I turned off the satellite feed. Only the Internet connection remains. The Internet, electricity, and natural gas. Water. An underground well waters the yards.

The house, in its mid-century modern design has been cleared upstairs. The interiors of the living space are recolored; the hard wood floors, as I type, are being refinished. The process will be slow. Deliberate. Open to reformation.

Three architectural pieces are in mind, to be built. A soon visitor will be bringing more. The stairs are to be ground down, stained neither darkly, nor left light, and sealed against slipping.

The stone of the focus will remain unchangeable, yet its dominance, strategically lessened through all being created around it, will become a grudging strength. The substance is such that it cannot be removed without destroying the house. It cannot be denied. Instead, it will be embraced, and brought down, into the larger home; not nearly as substantial, yet hopefully beautifully livable in its broader and open space.

This rearrangement is happening, in a most intimate way, with full participation.

Poem a Day

Inspired after spending two days looking through all that Jonathan Mann has written from his Song a Day project, I’ve decided to set myself to writing a poem a day.

This isn’t going to be easy, but hopefully it will be good for me. Jonathan has a theory that, when creating something every day, 70% of it will be mediocre, 20% will be downright bad, but you’ll get 10% that’s actually pretty good. If nothing else it’s a great source to draw from when you’d like to create a “real” piece.

If you’re interested in following along, all the poems will be posted with a new one each and every day. Jonathan just passed his 365th song. Who knows, maybe I’ll make it a year, too.

Expect some crap, but also, hopefully, expect some decent stuff, if you do decide to follow along.

The Cow Song

We’re not always happy. This isn’t just about me. I’m not sure why anyone would want to be happy all the time. Or sad. Or some gray, in-between. Any person with eyes that see the world could not possibly remain happy. Nor could they remain sad. If they do, something is has gone wrong. Some part of their vision of themselves, or of the world, has become blocked and set into a reinforcing loop.

Oddly, I’m reminded of a science fiction movie I saw years ago, where a machine could record people’s thoughts and feelings. And those thoughts and feelings could be played back into another, for them to fully experience. At one point, a scientist recorded himself having sex with someone, and one of his colleagues spliced the recording so that the orgasm was played over and over again, continuously. He was found a day later, staring ahead with a peculiar blank look upon his face, mildly twitching and completely disconnected from reality. I have little doubt the result would be the same, with pain.

The experiences we have in life are transitory; lived and then left only within our memories. It is the curse, and the blessing of our consciousness as it moves through time, that we might only experience a singular moment, and then it is gone. And yet some part of ourselves remembers, and some part of ourselves anticipates the future, and another part paints shades of color onto all we see and know around us, colored by our memory and colored by what we imagine might be. And this is how, as each of our true moments pass, that our histories steer our way into our future.

Psychologists like to enter a person’s past to uncover those memories which exert a force upon our present perceptions. The goal is to “integrate” problem memories, through a process of discovery and acceptance. Only then, they believe, can our futures be unfold how they ought to, with those biases and predispositions tamed. On the other hand, psychiatrists will often leave memories however they might be, unexplored, and instead will dole out drugs meant to “balance” the chemicals within our brains to help us become happier, with little regard to our life’s experiences.

Body Energy CentersEastern philosophies often take a different approach. For them, there is little separation between the mind and the body. What happens to our psychology becomes manifest within the body. And conversely, what happens to the body, becomes manifest within the mind. They are inseparable. They are aware that memories cannot be simply reasoned into behaving, any more than a cancer in the body will leave the mind untouched when it is cured. Their notion for our betterment is the unblocking of all that accumulates within us, in both body and mind, to achieve a harmony – even when the harmony achieved is different from how we imagine ourselves to be. In fact, how we imagine ourselves to be is a blockage in and of itself. For while we are alive, we are forever changing.

It may seem strange to ask this question: “what is the difference between psychology and yoga?” The psychologist archetype would look at you funny and answer, psychology is a science while yoga is exercise. However, a yogi would answer quite differently: “psychology is about confusion and suffering. Yoga is about bliss.” But bliss is really just a word that westerners easily understand. The actual word is samadhi. It is not happy. And it is not sad. Nor is it some gray in-between. It is an integration and acceptance of all that we are, physically, mentally and spiritually — an integration that is experienced wholly in the moment — an empty yet wholly connected balance of our essence.

Interestingly, this is true for more than just yoga. Similar thinking is prevalent in Kung Fu, Tai Chi, Chi Gong, Tui Na, and even various eastern religions. I suppose it is not too surprising that a more holistic approach to medicine, which we are only just now adopting in the West, comes to us, in large part, from civilizations thousands of years older than our own. But I do admit, and so do they, that Western medicine is much better at treating broken bones, or other various traumatic injuries that Eastern medicine, as well as many physical diseases.

What we cannot overlook, though, is the totality of the person. To set a broken shin is not to balance the forces of the body, through the hips, and into the other leg, to relieve the small turning that will result in the spine and travel up into the neck and shoulders. To treat the psychological effects of PTSD is not to alleviate the memories stored in the body through tightening inward, and the quick motions of alert musculature. So often people are simply left to suffer whatever fate they feel befalls them from various injuries, both physical and psychological, and to assume that their lot is sealed, when in actuality, they are only half healed.

It is a time of injury, for many people right now. Injuries of all types and sizes, both superficial, and ones that run very deep. Be conscious of the blockages you have. You can feel them within both your mind and your body. This is not your fate, except in very rare circumstances. But it is your choice.

All good change begins in humility, moving through openness and finally that small bit of bravery. Look beyond what you are, and what you know. Because what you know, is really just illusion, in a universe of change. And that is you.