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Tuesday
Jan052010

where is the line?

My first reaction to this crotch bomber on X-mas Day was: oh crap now what are we NOT going to be able to do/bring/say/feel on a plane? The answer was quite swift and pretty clear. 1 hour before the flight lands one has to sit down, shut up and not do anything but stare straight ahead. Kind of like being in an elevator.

"That's not bad," you say, "anything to be safe." "it means the bombers can't get up either." "it's a small price to pay." "I'm safe; I'm not doing anything wrong."

Is it? Is it a small price to pay? I remember when our buddy the shoe bomber pulled his stunt back in the day too. The day prior I had flown to E’ville for Xmas and didn't have any problems with security; except it was slow and time-consuming (it was new, I gave them a break). The day I came back home; I had to take off my shoes. My shoes. Back in 2001 that was odd. But, "That's not bad." "Anything to be safe." "It means the bombers can't carry goodies in their shoes." "It’s a small price to pay."

Therein lies the problem. Every instance is indeed a small price to pay, but if you look back, even just to 1995-ish (which is the year I went to France) the cost has accumulated and accrued interest. Substantial interest. You used to be able to go all of the way to the gate (remember going to the gate to greet people as they disembarked?) without having a ticket, without taking your shoes off, without going through security, can you imagine doing that now? Hell no! You can barely walk into most airports without going through a checkpoint. Checkpoint? What is this, the West Bank?

I'm not here to complain about the inconveniences for taking a flight anywhere. I won't bitch about having to arrive 3 hours early for an hour-long flight to E’ville. I won't argue that it's silly to remove everything from my pockets and my belt and my shoes and my coat to walk through a metal detector. I won't deny the fact that I need to carry very little onto a flight other than myself, a book, my Zune and perhaps a laptop.

What does concern me is what comes next. What hoops we are going to have to jump through to prove that we're not carrying anything "bad". Already the TSA is directing airports in several countries to give full-body pat-downs to US-bound travelers. Full. Body. Pat. Down. You know, what police do to criminals. Innocent until proven guilty? Does that not apply here? When I step into an airport have I entered into another country; one in which my personal rights and my privacy are not protected? I already feel as if I am guilty via the act of taking my shoes off, walking through a metal detector and having my carry-on imaged. Granted, pat-downs and the like are for US-bound travelers from certain countries, but how long will it be before this trickles-down to every flight, international or domestic? Will that still be a "small price to pay"? Does that fall within the "anything" you'd do to be safe?

Okay how about this nifty little device: Millimeter Wave Scanner

or this

Backscatter X-Ray

Have you seen these things? It's like a 14 year-old's wet dream, Terminator porn. Let me tell you my first reaction to the picture. Wow, boobs and cameltoe... and... yikes, I can see his package. Yea, I'm quite sure I'm not the only one, what do you think the TSA employees are thinking when they see these? That guy/gal now knows as much about your body as your significant other knows. You said "anything to be safe," does this count?

We've been incrementally letting our privacy and personal liberties fall by the wayside every time some incompetent a-hole tries to light his underwear on fire. This security theater we submit ourselves to when we board a plane does nothing to actually keep us safe. The crotch bomber got through the checkpoint, did you notice that? If I wanted to take over a plane I could do so with a No. 2 pencil jabbed into the jugular of a flight attendant (Oops, knock on the door, be right back). Can you still even take a pencil on a plane? My point is that determined people find a way. Next we'll have to be patted down (which has already happened to me once or twice), then we'll have to be scanned by this MMW scanner, then we'll have to be strip searched, then we'll have to have a drug test, then we'll have to provide DNA, then we’ll have to submit to a brain scan, then we won’t be able to pee in the last hour of the flight, then we won't be able to get up at all during the flight, then we won't be able to carry anything on the plane, then we won't be able to talk during the flight, then we'll get sleep-inducing drugs so we sleep through the entire flight, then....what? Where does this go?

When Facebook changed their privacy policy people were up in arms about the fact they didn't own their pictures. When people found out that cell phone companies were using extra long voicemail instructions they screamed for changes. When people found out the banks were giving bailout money as bonuses it was unfair. But when our phones are wire-tapped we shrug it off, when we have to take off our shoes to pass through the checkpoint we obey, when we have to sit for the last hour of the flight we yawn, when our bodies are being scanned and leered at by TSA personnel we'll blush, then be on our merry way like nothing ever happened.

Where is the outrage? Where is the cry from the ACLU about civil rights? Where is the screaming from the NAACP about racial profiling? Where are the organizers who brought us the Do-Not-Call list? Where are all of the people picketing for human rights? Where are all of the people trying to remove porn from the internet? Where are all of the groups tagging sex offenders? Where are the privacy groups who want to delete our data from Google? They're mysteriously quiet because we're doing as we're told. We've become well acquainted to it and we are so well versed at sitting down and shutting the fuck up. Why bother?

Baaaa my friends, baaa.

Monday
Jan042010

I have search results, therefore I am.

Search yourself. Go ahead, do it, it's fine. In fact, you should know how much of yourself is on the interwebs.

Once upon a time I would search myself and the only results about Dayne Morris were: a link to the lab research I was doing at SIUC in Environmental Engineering, a link to my Classmates.com profile (a worthless waste of money don't even bother with it), and a couple million links to Taylor Dayne stuff. Not bad, eh? It is a symptom of having a less than usual name, which I love.

Unfortunately the last year or so has seen an incredible increase in the number of people named Dayne. Unfortunately on the one hand because I like to think I'm unique, fortunately on the other hand because then people can't be sure if it's me. Plus I've noticed less people assuming my name is Dave when I introduce myself. That's a perk.

The first problem is any search engine asking if I mean Dwayne. No, if I meant Dwayne, I would have typed Dwayne, but I digress.

For instance, one of the most recent I've seen is an article blabbing on about the economy: What will signal consumers are back? Which was an AP article, so it has spammed the internet.

Another, a pornstarlet named Morgan Dayne (safe for work).

Some dude with a monkey for his facebook profile pic.

Some sort of football player named Ron Dayne.

So that's that. Accompanied by the efforts I've gone to to try to remove myself from search results I don't want to show up in (which invariably leaves a trace in itself); I've been able to expose myself only where I choose. Handy if you know how to work it. So, check yourself out. See what kind of trail you've left. That reminds me, I haven't had a stalker in a while, maybe I should reconsider.

Thank Zeus that comedian guy (who doesn't know how to spell his name) doesn't show up in my results.

Saturday
Jan022010

T-minus 24 days and counting...


EMBED-Mass Effect 2 Full Cinematic Trailer - Watch more free videos

Rarely does something in the video game world catch my attention on such a huge level as to compel me to play it through more than 4 times; games just aren't that interesting. There are, however, some that have such a visual appeal, such an engrossing story, such great gameplay that I am mesmerized. If you've never played Mass Effect and you have even the smallest inkling in your heart for anything RPG (Role Playing Game for the uninitiated) then you really should pick it up.

Are there annoying elevator scenes where the next level is loading and you get to sit and do nothing? Yes. Are there different areas you can go into, with a vehicle that is too slow across terrain that is obtuse, where you can hunt for hidden treasure? Yes. Are there far more items, weapons, ammo and armor upgrades, combinations and load-outs than you can keep track of? Absolutely. Are there subplots,  sidequests and an intermingling of personal stories from 6 other characters in which you can get involved? Yes. Is there alien-human girl-on-girl action? Absofuckinglutely. Hey, I know where the priorities are.

Now I haven't played the sequel Mass Effect 2 and won't get to until Jan26, so I don't know if it's good, but you can count on me playing it shortly thereafter.

Bioware's Mass Effect 2 Site

Thursday
Dec312009

A year in review

Dear 2009,

Hi. Today is the last day of your time to shine, literally, and I wanted to write you a simple little note to look back on the year 2009.

I’ve had a difficult time finding adjectives to adequately describe you because this year has meant a lot of different things to me. To profess 2009 as purely good or purely bad would be a mistake, one without appreciation of the also bad and also good parts, respectively. Perhaps I just hit upon my feelings for you, 2009, appreciative. I do appreciate you more than most of the years I’ve lived, for a large variety of reasons; No. 1 of which is learning how to truly appreciate.

2009, you will forever live in infamy, in my mind, as a fantastic mix of things both wonderful and awful, of things loving and hurtful, of memories I will keep tightly locked into my psyche in perpetuity and things I will lock away to be forgotten forever; some by choice, some not.

To provide a list of things in a top ten fashion would be making the mistake that all top ten lists make and that is to only mention things that come to my mind at this moment and are relative to me at this moment; thereby forgetting all of the top eleven to infinity things that happened to steer me towards or away from the top ten, whether I knew about them at the time or not. I do, however, want to mention a couple of things, that specifically have altered my mind, changed my heart, or revealed my self in such a way as to impact me for the foreseeable future.

Moving: I moved this year, one of the first things I did this year was to move. The physical act of moving was by no means taxing or trying or even very difficult; I had so little to move that I am still at work fill in the space I had created. No, moving took a far more emotional toll on me than I had anticipated. The space alone, moving from a too small too dusty too dark place with so much negative energy to a new space, clean untainted bright was so frightening because of the possibilities it engendered, is almost definitely the best present I have ever given to myself (and my self). I still feel, even today, the ramifications (yes, I am near tears) both the loss of the life lived in that old apartment and the gaining of new potential in the new one. My house, as it were, may not be in order and it may not be fully me, as of yet, but it is as me as I am aware of myself at this moment; and as I discover more about who I am I know that this new place will evolve along with me. In it I see the blank slate and potential that I feel my own life has.

Lori: 2009, you mark the potential end of the years-old 'Dayne and Lori Saga,' her words, not mine. Even now I cannot put into words the mixed bag of emotions triggered by even seeing that name. However, 2009, you have helped my apply perspective to the fantasy of the future self created simply by knowing her. The last time, as it were, may quite possibly be the last time ever. Part of me, obviously, still doesn’t want to put away the idea of her, of me with her, of us, but no longer am I living my life for that idea or should I say, ideal (See Moving above).

Myself (or my self): 2009, you are indisputably the year when I started paying more attention to my self in general than to my needs (read: whims) of the moment. During the past year I have explored more, felt more and shared more of myself than I knew could possibly exist. I have found more dark corners than I knew I had, more bright open spaces than I thought I was capable of and more courage to create…anything that I want. I asked a girl out (on the train of all places), I told another I felt a connection with her on the second date, I’ve shared both my shames and my triumphs with people I barely know, I’ve told others no of all things, I went to Lolla solo and met some fantastic people who didn’t shun me for doing so, I admitted my problems, sought out solutions and I asked for help from people. GASP.

To sum up: Thank You 2009. You sucked so bad I just wanted to fall asleep until next year; you were so wonderful and amazing that I didn’t want you to end; and you were so many times exactly right such that I could find a few more pieces of myself.

Wednesday
Dec232009

a - i love it when you text me.

Dear A,
While your reason for texting me, out of pure boredom after having "stalked" my facebook, seems a little suspect; I am very glad to have it. All of the great things I make myself forget about you come flooding back in a wonderfully overwhelming fashion. How my heart flutters when I see your beautiful blue eyes, how my will melts when I see your perfect smile, how I'm serenaded by your amazing laugh, how I'm constantly challenged by your inquisitive mind, among others. Our "conversations" are always so short, concerning nothing really, but just long enough to remind me how amazing you are and make me wish things had been different, that I had been different; for the problem of "us" was really a problem with me. Unfortunately, the opportunity for "us" has passed; I'm quite sure your fiancee would vehemently agree. I say that more to remind myself to not chase you rather than to be discourteous to you. Regardless, thank your boredom for me and thank you for thinking of me.

Merry Christmas, babe. Again, I look forward to hearing from you the next time you're bored.
-D

P.S. Your aunt will forgive you.