Dire Strait?

      Let's see -- we approached the weekend with Iran declaring the Strait of Hormuz was closed -- unless you handed them a million dollars, and weren't on a short list of enemies.  We've exited the weekend with the President of the United States declaring the Strait of Hormuz is closed, but only to vessels headed for or leaving an Iranian port (and presumably any Iranian-flagged ones, though I don't know if they've got any big tankers).  The Strait has been a battleground (battlesea?) for a long time.

     In either case, it's a lot easier to close a narrow waterway than to keep it open.  Commercial ships don't fare well in a battle -- see the North Atlantic in World Wars One and Two for examples -- and will avoid them if given the option.  All it really takes is a motorboat with a crew shooting shoulder-fired missiles while dodging big Naval vessels.  I think very highly of the U.S. Navy, but they're like elephants facing a cloud of gnats, and I'm not sure they brought enough flyswatters.  I'm quite certain Iran has brought enough crazy for the task.

     I don't know how things play out if (when?) a Chinese-flagged tanker decides to play chicken for a load of Iranian oil.  Who wants to gamble with those kind of stakes?

     We might find out.  Meanwhile, the President appears to be picking a fight with the Pope.  Historically, the Holy See is the side to bet on.  As the oldest center of power in the West, Rome has outlasted every government that presented opposition, and looked on while a few of them were stomped flat.  You may well argue the Pope is not his Church -- but the relationship is modeled after that of a Roman paterfamilias to his family, nearly absolute rule.

     Interesting times.  I wish we were not experiencing such interesting times, but so has most of humanity, for most of our existence.  Excitement is a bane, dullness a luxury.

New Phone, Who Me?

     For years, I carried an iPhone, mostly for work and web-browing, and an Android that was on another carrier that had all my family contacts.  Its predecessor was my "Mom phone," with a distinctive ringtone for her calls and mostly used for only that purpose.  I'd bought the replacement online, without having held it.

     That was a mistake: it was too big.  The touchscreen worked differently in small but annoying ways.  I missed text messages often.  Eventually, the screen got cracked, and cracked again, including a really nasty divot.  (I'll say this for screen protectors, though: it took a lot of impacts and even after the screen started breaking, the protector held it together well enough.)  And then it stopped taking a charge.  The frame was bent, too, and when I coaxed it to turn back on, the OS had crashed.  The phone was over six years old.

     There matters sat for over a month.  I kept putting off taking it back to the phone store and then realized I could just move the SIM card.  There's a reputable secondary market in cell phones, and maybe I could find something decent....

     Yesterday, I fired up a refurbed iPhone SE, one of the recent models, and since I had my contacts stored on the card, they popped right up.  It's what I think is the right size for a phone (YMMV) and it mostly does what I expect.  The only touchy thing was moving the card over without touching the contact side -- or sneezing while I did the job.  It's different enough to my work phone that I can tell them apart, and similar enough that I'm not having to code-switch when moving from one to the other.

A Reminder

     I am not obliged to publish every comment I receive, and I don't.  If you have an argument with something I have linked to, go to the source and argue with them -- I am not their proxy.

     Invidiousness will not be rewarded, either.  Snark might be, but my judgement of it is arbitrary.  Yes, I am probably a terrible, terrible person, but I manage to live with it.

Fatal Ignorance

      Perhaps the most infuriating thing for me over the last decade is watching my country turn away from expertise and embrace ignorance as a virtue.  I'm far from the only one who has noticed, and this piece from a highly-qualified science guy and American-by-choice is so worthwhile that I'm making an exception to not using anything from their hosting site.

I'm Sorry, Who?

      When word came yesterday (or was it the day before? Time moves quickly when governments are flirting with genocide) that Vice-President James David "JD" Vance* was going to Pakistan to negotiate with Iran and Israel, I was shocked.

     Politics aside, he seems like a poor choice.  It's not that he isn't smart; I'd stack him up against nearly anybody in Jeopardy or solving brain teasers.  It's not that he isn't well-educated; a Yale lawyer with a BA in PolySci and Philosophy from Ohio State and a USMC military journalist before that has indeed soaked up a few things.  It's not even that he isn't experienced; the rise from Ohio poverty through military service to an elite university is a path sure to give a wide overview of the human experience.

     Nope, the problem is one of personality.  JD Vance can be an arrogant ass.  He usually comes across as condescending.  At best, he's patronizing.  And hey, maybe people like that.  It seems like the kind of attitude GOP voters look for in a leader.  But it's the last thing you should bring to the negotiating table.  It's A-okay to be hardnosed.  Pride is pretty much a given, especially pride in one's country.  You can even believe you're the smartest guy in the room -- but you can't talk down.  You can't lay down unilateral pronouncements and then bow up when the other side challenges them.

     I'm not a big fan of Marco Rubio, but he knows how to play this game.  Send him.  Send someone who has the right skill set!  MAGA is at least as full of hectoring lecturers as the Dems are at their most nannying, but they can still scrape up a few people who know how to play euchre without annoying the other side so badly they flip the table over and go home.

     Or is that the whole point?
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* Born James Donald Bowman.

Missed One

     I should have known better, but I skipped posting yesterday: if it was going to be the start of WW III, there was no point, and if it wasn't -- well, here I am.  It wasn't.  That was always the most likely outcome, but in recent years, I've become skeptical of the odds; it feels as if we're always on the edge of Heinlein's "The Year of the Jackpot."

     No three-lemons sour payoff yet.  Humanity has spent most of our existence dancing on the edge of a volcano but I swear, some of us are starting to get into deliberately jostling everyone else.

It's Spring

     Rather than belabor the horrors and outrages of the current war, or the "interesting" leadership, I will instead point to the lovely Spring we're having.  It still gets pretty chilly; there's even a freeze warning out for tonight, though only barely.  But the yard is thick with unusually large dog-violets and Spring Beauty, not to mention a few ambitious dandelions, and some other wildflowers are sneaking in.  The bees are already at work, which is why I haven't gone after the dandelions yet -- they bloom early, and give the bees a good start until the fancier flowers bloom.

     Elsewhere, we've had four people out beyond the Moon.  They're on the return leg now, and I wish them every success.

     There's apparently a fortune waiting for the person or group who invents a reliable, small, low-mass microgravity toilet: the current mission is having trouble with theirs, the crew of last long-duration Dragon flight pretty much gave up on the one aboard in favor of more primitive arrangements, and WCs on the various space stations are large, awkward contraptions that nobody's going to stuff into a spacecraft smaller than a Winnebago.  This may end up being a good reason to pursue spinning "wheel" type space stations or large O'Neill cylinders: aside from Coriolis Effect, the plumbing operates normally.  For short-duration spaceflight, there's always the Russian solution: eat small, low-bulk meals for a couple of days before, make a pit stop prior to boarding, and exercise willpower until you arrive.  Come to think of it, that was my Dad's theory for vacation travel, too.

No, As In No

     Not just no, but hell no.

     A young man knocked on the front door yesterday.

     "I'm a student?  At IU?  I'm majoring in entrepreneurship, and I noticed the paint on your house could use a touch-up--"

     "Thank you for stopping by.  Goodbye."

     Look, if I want my house painted and I can't do the job myself, I'll hire a house-painter, not a entrepreneur.  What I want is someone, or a small firm, who has been painting houses well enough and long enough to earn a living at it, not someone who is studying how to separate fools from their money and will try anything that looks plausible to do so.

     Don't lead with "entrepreneur."  That isn't the right pitch.  Customers are interested in results, not motivations.

     Back in the old days, house painters tended to be drinkers or users of other substances.  You looked for guys with a few daubs of paint on them, not too shaky, not too skinny, and you looked for a clear and somewhat overbearing boss; or you hired family members.  If you were lucky, they mostly showed up on time, mostly were still able to do the job after lunch, didn't steal and didn't leave a mess.  You were usually better off supplying the paint unless they had a really good reputation.

     There is no "entrepreneur" on that list.  It's not a hugely profitable business.  Done honestly, it's a decent living for a small crew if they don't have much overhead.  Done dishonestly, it doesn't work out well for anyone -- crews get ripped off, customers get lousy paint jobs, bosses skip town with a rattly truck and a few supplies, to start over in the next town.

     I don't need to add in a kid looking to add to his resume, with no interest in the actual work and a head full of glib notions.

     A couple of my nephews are brilliant house painters when they have time.  They did the initial paint job on Roseholme Cottage a few years after I moved in and I'd love to have them back on the job.  It's unlikely.  They've got plenty of work at their day jobs.  I'm hoping to put a decent coat of heavy-duty outdoor primer on the windows and frames by myself this summer, and maybe touch up the trim.  Anything else will have wait.

Entertainment, We Got

      It turns out if you go looking up an SF writer from the golden age (and it's always somebody's golden age in SF), you might get an unexpected bonus.

     William Tenn was one of the best humorists the genre has yet produced, from biting satire to gentle comedy.  In real life, he was Philip Klass,* electronics geek, technical editor and, later, a professor of English, teaching writing to a number of students who would go on to fame, or at least decent incomes.

     And one of his last published stories, On Venus, Have We Got A Rabbi! is a classic of at least two genres.  He read it on the radio back in 2002: his voice, and very much the voice of his narrator, a humble TV repairman.  On Venus.  A few hundred years in the future.  And oh, the trouble they have had there!

     Absolutely worth your listening time.  Or your reading, you'd prefer.
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* And not, as it happens, Philip J. Klass, aerospace and electronics geek and UFO debunker.  That's a whole other guy. 

Ahistorical, Antifreedom, Agitprop

     Indiana's Lieutenant Governor is at it again: Micah Beckwith is making things up, claiming the Founders and Framers who set up a secular government were all about Christian Nationalism.

     He's talking nonsense.  These men represented a mix of beliefs -- Unitarian, Quaker, Congregationalist, Universalist, Deist, Methodist, Catholic, Judaism and others -- and they knew history.  They had read of and in some cases observed the damage a State Church can cause.

     And they were open to the good religious faith can create, too.  You'll find them writing of the "public utility" of religion as a beacon of individual morality.  They had no problem with individual legislators looking to their own beliefs for guidance -- but they were wary of any faith leading the government, and of any government running and requiring adherence to a church.

     This is not a difficult concept.  It's not at all hard to find in the historical record -- and even then, a few men wanted one religious sect or another upheld and enforced -- or suppressed.  (John Jay was an ardent advocate of Christianity in government -- and bitterly opposed to allowing Catholics to hold office, vote or even immigrate, calling for "a wall of brass around the country for the exclusion of Catholics.")  Their views did not prevail then, and should not prevail now.

     Look to your faith to your heart's content.  Express it in your words and deeds.  But don't use the blunt instrument of the State to make everyone else do so -- or claim it, and it alone, should be enshrined in our government.

     America's tradition of religious freedom and tolerance was a rare and precious thing when the country was new, and it still is.

Naw

      Why beat a dead horse?  Look, I'm just worried that we've got people headed out for a trip aound the Moon in one of the dumbest times in U. S. history, and the bulging brains in Washington are gonna decide trigonometry or calculus is too "woke" and then smash 'em into Earth or the Moon by trying to get some slop-ass AI to do the trajectory calculations and issue course corrections.

     "Yes, I see what I did wrong there and it was of course an error to send the Orion in on a straight ballistic reentry and delay parachute deployment by five minutes to get a better photo op, but you have to admit, it looked beautiful in the moments before it impacted the water at seven miles a second and broke apart.  I'll be sure to be more careful next time."

Yuck

     I woke a little after midnight with a headache, and never got back all the way asleep, wandering instead through a series of half-lucid nightmares, hurting and hoping to fade into real sleep.  I knew I'd hurt worse if I woke all the way up, and sure enough, when the alarm went off at six, the 10 Watt bulb in my reading light was too bright and the phone was too hard to work to turn the alarm off.  I stumbled my way through feeding the cats, clumsy as a dancing bear, took a couple of acetaminophen and went back to bed with the light off.  I finally got a couple of hours of real sleep but my head was still a mess, achy and dizzy.  And I was still unsteady, klutzy.  I called in sick.  There's no way I should be operating a motor vehicle.

     Hours later, I'm still unsteady.  A couple of round of OTC painkillers have taken the edge off, but walking still feels like trying to rollerskate, and I'm not a skater.

     Not recommended.

     Clumsiness is a sure-enough migraine effect, and I get it sometimes, but this bout is especially bad.