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TMQ Watch: October 15, 2013.

Tuesday, October 15th, 2013

Let us start off with one of TMQ Watch’s patented musical interludes. This one even has a small amount of relevance to this week’s TMQ:

You’ve got to love YouTube comments:

stephen scazzafavo 2 weeks ago
thumbs up for REAL COUNTRY none of this new age shiit

Yeah. About that, Steve.

Anyway, with that diversion out of the way, let’s get into this week’s TMQ, after the jump…

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TMQ Watch: October 8, 2013.

Wednesday, October 9th, 2013

Offensenitivity! In this week’s TMQ, after the jump…

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Random notes: October 3, 2013.

Thursday, October 3rd, 2013

Tom Clancy obit roundup: LAT. Appreciation from LAT. NYT. Baltimore Sun. A/V Club. WP.

In other news, the Dread Pirate Roberts graduated from Westlake. I’d also like to direct folks to Popehat, where former federal prosecutor Ken White has posted an analysis of the charges.

And it seems that the Brooklyn DA’s office has found at least one witness who says “the police coached him into giving false testimony”.

The witness, Sharron Ivory, gave crucial evidence in one of roughly 40 trial convictions handled by the detective, Louis Scarcella, that are now being reviewed by the Brooklyn district attorney’s office. The review was prompted by revelations that Mr. Scarcella sometimes engaged in questionable tactics, and may have helped frame an innocent man in another case.

Scarcella is not accused of being the person who got Mr. Ivory to lie:

Records show that it was not Mr. Scarcella who presented the photographs to Mr. Ivory. His role in the case involved obtaining the confession, which the defendant, Sundhe Moses, said he signed only because the detective had become physically abusive. When it came time to testify in court, Mr. Ivory ultimately did not identify Mr. Moses, but the jury, apparently persuaded by the confession, voted to convict.

Tom Clancy.

Wednesday, October 2nd, 2013

I will wait until tomorrow to post a round-up of obits.

Having taken a little time to process this, I think everything I want to say about Clancy can be found here and here.

TMQ Watch: September 24, 2013.

Tuesday, September 24th, 2013

Before we jump into this week’s TMQ, how about a little musical interlude?

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“Any one who considers arithmetical methods of producing random digits is, of course, in a state of sin.”

Thursday, September 19th, 2013

There’s an interesting post over at the Cryptographic Engineering blog about Duel-EC.

For those not following the story, Dual-EC is a pseudorandom number generator proposed by NIST for international use back in 2006. Just a few months later, Shumow and Ferguson made cryptographic history by pointing out that there might be an NSA backdoor in the algorithm. This possibility — fairly remarkable for an algorithm of this type — looked bad and smelled worse. If true, it spelled almost certain doom for anyone relying on Dual-EC to keep their system safe from spying eyes.

The post itself is pretty wonky, but a couple of scattershot points:

Flaw #1: Dual-EC has no security proof.
Let me spell this out as clearly as I can. In the course of proposing this complex and slow new PRG where the only damn reason you’d ever use the thing is for its security reduction, NIST forgot to provide one. This is like selling someone a Mercedes and forgetting to attach the hood ornament.

Flaw #3: You can guess the original EC point from looking at the output bits.

Flaw #4: If you know a certain property about the Dual_EC parameters, and can recover an output point, you can predict all subsequent outputs of the generator.

This is a huge deal in the case of SSL/TLS, for example. If I use the Dual-EC PRG to generate the “Client Random” nonce transmitted in the beginning of an SSL connection, then the NSA will be able to predict the “Pre-Master” secret that I’m going to generate during the RSA handshake. Given this information the connection is now a cleartext read. This is not good.

Flaw #5: Nobody knows where the recommended parameters came from.

So does all of this amount to a backdoor? Quoth Matthew Green,

including some kind of hypothetical backdoor would be a horrible, horrific idea — one that would almost certainly blow back at us.
You’d think people with common sense would realize this. Unfortunately we can’t count on that anymore.

(Subject line hattip.)

(You know, I’m halfway tempted to start a Kickstarter for a truly random random number generator. Something based off atomic decay, perhaps. What’s stopping me is:

  1. I have no electronics design skills or ability. Of course, I could hire someone, but…
  2. I’d be surprised if someone hasn’t already done this.)

(Edited to add: You could just get your random numbers from here, of course, while you’re waiting for the revolution. Nothing wrong with that plan, is there?)

(Speaking of Big John von Neumann, I just finished Turing’s Cathedral: The Origins of the Digital Universe, about the early history of computing, with a strong concentration on the Princeton Institute for Advanced Study and von Neumann’s work. It’s an interesting book – I think it serves as a good introductory biography of von Neumann. Dyson wanders a bit into the mystic towards the end, a little bit more than I would have liked, which prevents me from fully endorsing it. But if you liked Project Orion: The True Story of the Atomic Spaceship, you should enjoy this book as well.)

Obit watch: September 4, 2013.

Wednesday, September 4th, 2013

Frederik Pohl: a nice long obit in the NYT. LAT/AP.

(Edited to add: A/V Club, which I really didn’t expect. And it isn’t up to their usual standard.)

(Edited to add 2: Patterico.)

Also: Ronald Coase, winner of the Sveriges Riksbank Prize in Economic Sciences in Memory of Alfred Nobel. LAT.

Toes in the water.

Tuesday, September 3rd, 2013

Sorry about the short blogging quasi-hiatus there.

After work on Friday, I drove down to San Antonio for LoneStarCon 3, the 71st World Science Fiction Convention. It was a swell time. I got to hang out with several friends, including Mike the Musicologist, Andrew the Colossus of Roads, RoadRich, and Lawrence, who was doing a land office business in books. (Who says people don’t read any more? I covered the table for him a little bit, and by Ghu the books were flying off the table like snow crab legs at an all you can eat Chinese buffet.)

I haven’t been down to San Antonio for reasons other than medical for years, and hadn’t been on the RiverWalk since LoneStarCon2. I’d forgotten how nice the RiverWalk is, even though the vendors make things a bit crowded. (I don’t remember there being as many sidewalk vendors there last time I was down. But I’m getting old, and memory fades.)

Mike the Musicologist did most of the meal planning. Breakfast for two out of three of the days we were there was in the Marriott Rivercenter, mostly for reasons of timing. However, it is a pretty good buffet; I’d go so far as to say, with the custom omelets and made-to-order waffles, it comes close to being worth $20+tax and tip. Especially since I really didn’t see any breakfast places near the hotels or along the Riverwalk. (McDonalds and Whataburger excepted. There was also a Denny’s across the street from the Rivercenter; but literally the first thing I heard when I got to the hotel was that a mutual acquaintance of ours got food poisoning from the Denny’s bacon.)

The one non-Marriott breakfast was at the Magnolia Pancake Haus on Embassy Oaks, which was packed to the gills. We waited 40 minutes for a table, but the Munchener Apfel Pfannekuchen was worth it. I’d love to go back (and maybe try the wild mushroom hash) but I’d make sure I brought a good book.

(At some point in the near future, I want to do a post on how tablets, and especially the iPad, are transforming the restaurant industry, with Magnolia being one of my examples.)

We also had an excellent meal at Moroccan Bites (I loved the lamb shank and the chicken bites) and a pretty good meal at a place called Charlie Wants a Burger. (I had the pulled pork sandwich. And wings.) Sunday night we went to Fogo de Chao…which, you know, is Fogo de Chao. If you want huge amounts of roasted meat, you know what you’re getting into. For reasons I won’t discuss here (think Tim Cahill’s rule #6, corollary 1), I just had the salad bar. Which is actually a reasonable thing to do at Fogo de Chao (especially since you also get to eat the fried polenta, bananas, and cheese rolls), and I didn’t feel ripped off at $22.50. (I did feel gouged by the $3.25 iced tea. Note to self: water next time.)

(If you think you detected a trend, you may be right: Moroccan Bites and Magnolia have both been on Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives. Guy Fieri may have problems running a place of his own, but as far as recommendations go, he’s batting 100% with me.)

Oddly enough, I bought more t-shirts (three) than I did books (two). Of course, one of those shirts is a gift for my brother. And one of those shirts I don’t actually have yet (they’re shipping it). And one of those books I bought mostly so I could support my friends. (I would have bought more books, but nobody had any Robert Frezza. “The Whistling Pig” was the theme to my last few months at 4LCC.)

I do want to say a few words about the best thing that happened at the convention. I don’t like bragging about famous people I know, mostly because I’m always afraid someone will ask them about me and they’ll say “Dwight who?” (Or, if they’re talking to Gardner Dozois, “That a–hole Dwight?!”)

(If you’ve never met Gardner in person, let’s just say he has a puckish sense of humor.)

But I digress. The best thing that happened at the convention is that one of my closest friends in the world won the Hugo Award for Best Novelette. That put the cap on a pretty swell weekend.

Congrats, again, Pat.

TMQ Watch: September 3, 2013.

Tuesday, September 3rd, 2013

There are some things you can always count on as the seasons change:

Now that we’ve nodded in the general direction of the eternal verities of the universe, let’s get started after the jump…

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Obit watch: September 3, 2013.

Tuesday, September 3rd, 2013

Several sources, including SF Signal, are reporting the death yesterday of noted SF writer Frederik Pohl. I hope to have more on this later.

Paul Poberezny, founder of the Experimental Aircraft Association, passed away on August 22nd, though the NYT didn’t get around to mentioning it until today. He was 91 years old, and his life “spanned more than 70 years of flight at the controls of more than 500 different types of aircraft“.

Damn. What a ride.

The economics of expensive fluids.

Monday, August 26th, 2013

Would you believe that IV fluid (specifically, normal saline) is almost as cheap as house-brand cola at the grocery store?

The limit for one liter of normal saline (a little more than a quart) went to $1.07 this year from 46 cents in 2010, an increase manufacturers linked to the cost of raw materials, fuel and transportation. That would seem to make it the rare medical item that is cheaper in the United States than in France, where the price at a typical hospital in Paris last year was 3.62 euros, or $4.73.

That is, if you buy it in bulk from the manufacturer. If you go to the hospital and get an IV…

The charges included “IV therapy,” billed at $787 for the adult and $393 for the child, which suggests that the difference in the amount of saline infused, typically less than a liter, could alone account for several hundred dollars.

Of course, there’s hospital overhead and such involved. You don’t expect to go to Best Buy and pay wholesale price for a laptop, so why would you expect to pay wholesale for IV fluid? But isn’t $786 a lot of markup?

At White Plains Hospital, a patient with private insurance from Aetna was charged $91 for one unit of Hospira IV that cost the hospital 86 cents, according to a hospital spokeswoman, Eliza O’Neill.
Ms. O’Neill defended the markup as “consistent with industry standards.” She said it reflected “not only the cost of the solution but a variety of related services and processes,” like procurement, biomedical handling and storage, apparently not included in a charge of $127 for administering the IV and $893 for emergency-room services.

SmarterTimes has one take on this. I have another. Actually, I have two:

  1. If you go to watch a dragon dance, don’t eat lunch from food stalls at the Buddhist monastery.
  2. This is one of the reasons I have qualms about health care reform. I really do believe the system is broken and needs reform. But many of the proposed changes seem like tugging at a protruding wire in a deeply intertwingled snarl of wiring, without knowing whether you’re going to rip something vital loose or shock yourself or both.

This also gives me a chance to plug a forthcoming paperback that I’m very excited about: David Goldhill’s Catastrophic Care: How American Health Care Killed My Father–and How We Can Fix It. I haven’t read Goldhill’s book yet, but I have read (and written about, even) his 2009 Atlantic essay that this book is based on. I won’t say it was a huge influence on my thinking, but the essay did help me clarify many of my own thoughts about what’s wrong with the system (particularly the role of insurance) and how things could be changed.

I’m not sure how applicable Goldhill’s prescriptions are to this incident. Much of what he talks about involves changes in routine health care, such as providing consumers with better cost information; being poisoned by monks at a dragon dance is the kind of catastrophic event you’d figure should be covered by insurance, and not the sort of thing where you shop around for the best deal on IV fluids and antibiotics.

Still, this does give me a chance to plug his book, which I was previously unaware of…

Forgotten books, forgotten writers.

Sunday, August 25th, 2013

I believe it was Lee Goldberg who tipped me off to the Charles Kelly biography of Dan J. Marlowe, Gunshots in Another Room. I owe him a thank-you note for that.

Marlowe was an interesting guy. Details about his early life are vague, but he may have been a gambler before settling on a career as a writer. He’s mostly forgotten today (though Stephen King dedicated a book to him) but he spent many years knocking around in the Gold Medal publishing empire. Marlowe never had the breakthrough success of John D. MacDonald or some of the other Gold Medal writers; it seems, from Kelly’s biography, that he came close a few times, but was always foiled by some sort of hard luck.

His most famous book, The Name of the Game is Death, features a sociopathic bank robber. From the descriptions I’ve read, it seems that the character is much like Westlake’s Parker, but with the volume turned up to 11.

One of the interesting aspects of Marlowe’s story is that Name of the Game brought him into contact with a man named Al Nussbaum. Nussbaum is an important player, and Kelly devotes quite a bit of space to him, and the Nussbaum/Marlowe relationship. You see, Al Nussbaum was a professional bank robber, and a big fan of Name of the Game. Nussbaum actually wrote Marlowe a fan letter and telephoned him while on the run. After Nussbaum’s arrest and while he was in prison, he became a collaborator with Marlowe. Nussbaum provided advice on weapons, equipment, and techniques for Marlowe, and Marlowe in turn mentored Nussbaum as a writer. (Nussbaum went on to publish a fair number of stories in genre magazines.) Together, Nussbaum and Marlowe turned Name of the Game into a series, in which the sociopathic bank robber became an agent of the US government. (This was not as easy as it might sound, for reasons having to do with the ending of Name of the Game. I won’t spoil it here.)

Fairly late in life, Marlowe suffered some undetermined kind of cerebral event; possibly a stroke, but details are unclear. The end result was that he had near-total amnesia. He could still function – he was capable of reading and writing – but he didn’t remember anything about his past. When he was given a copy of one of his own books, and asked to write a review of it, it was clear that he didn’t remember writing it. In spite of this, and with help from Nussbaum, he was able to rebuild his career, at least to the point where he could get by until his death in 1986.

Gunshots is a surprisingly well-written biography of Marlowe and, to a lesser extent, Nussbaum. It captures a time that overlaps with my own life, though I am too young to remember it well. And it should serve to pique interest in Marlowe and his works. It looks like much of Marlowe’s back catalog is becoming available in Kindle format, but I’d still like to see Hard Case Crime bring out new print editions.

(Speaking of Hard Case, I’m delighted to see that they’re re-releasing the books Michael Crichton wrote as “John Lange”. Especially Binary, which is an interesting thriller that still has some resonance today. But great googly moogly, I really do not like that cover.)

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Adela Rogers St. Johns is another one of those folks who led an interesting life, and is mostly forgotten today. She worked as a journalist for the Hearst papers, covering the Hauptmann trial, Huey Long’s death, and (at the age of 82) the Patty Hearst trial. She wrote screenplays during the silent film era. She appeared as herself in “Reds”. And she wrote the bestselling Final Verdict.

Adela led a fascinating life. She mingled with the powerful and privileged as a young girl. Her first kiss was from a famous prizefighter. Jack London adopted her as his god-daughter.

But she wasn’t a bubble-headed socialite. She was raised to be a strong woman and independent thinker, at a time when those qualities were not highly valued. Her education was, to put it mildly, unconventional. Her childhood and young adulthood brought her into contact not just with the rich and famous, but also with the turn of the century anarchists and radicals. Final Verdict is the story of that childhood and young adult life, and her relationship with her father.

At this point, people who know me well are asking themselves why I would read this. A book about a random woman, famous though she may have been at one time? Concentrating on her relationship with her father? Why didn’t I just go read a Harlequin romance instead? Books about women, their fathers, and relationships are not typically up my alley.

All of this is true. But here is why I read Final Verdict: Adela’s father was Earl Rogers.

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If you ask people to name a famous criminal defense attorney, who are they likely to come up with? Clarence Darrow, F. Lee Bailey, maybe Richard “Racehorse” Haynes if they grew up in Texas during a certain time period.

But nobody’s likely to name Earl Rogers, and that’s a shame. Because Earl Rodgers was a titan among defense lawyers. His record in murder trials was three losses out of 77 total trials. Erle Stanley Gardner based Perry Mason on Earl Rogers.

Here are two examples of how good Earl Rogers was:

  1. When Clarence Darrow got into trouble out in California and was accused of attempting to bribe jurors – when he faced prison, losing his license to practice law, and everything he’d worked for – he called Earl Rogers. Darrow was tried twice (on separate charges). The first time, Rogers led the defense and won him a unanimous acquittal from a jury that was probably not inclined to view Darrow with sympathy. (The charges against Darrow arose out of his defense of the accused bombers of the Los Angeles Times building.) Rogers and Darrow did not agree on strategy and fought constantly during the first trial: Adela says that her father officially remained council for Darrow at the second trial, but Darrow ran things his way. (Other sources say Rogers withdrew from representing Darrow “for health reasons”.) The result? The jury in Darrow’s second trial – the one where he ran his own defense – hung 8 to 4 in favor of convicting Darrow. (Darrow ended up making a deal with the prosecution; they dropped the second charge, and Darrow agreed never to practice law again in California.)
  2. Rogers defended several politicians on bribery charges after the San Francisco Earthquake. He was going up against Teddy Roosevelt and Roosevelt’s hand-picked prosecutor, who desperately wanted convictions. During one of the trials, Roosevelt’s prosecutor was shot in the head and critically wounded. So imagine the situation; you’re defending politicians on bribery charges, you’re going up against the president of the United States, and then somebody shoots the prosecutor, which is not exactly going to put public sympathy on your side.
    Earl Rogers won acquittals for all of his clients. He beat Teddy, which is something few men could say.

Adela had a front seat for pretty much all of Earl Rogers’ trials. He treated her not as a child, but almost as an equal partner in his practice. He loved her dearly, even if his decisions may not always have been the best ones.

That’s the other part of the Earl Rogers story that Adela doesn’t shirk from. He was a great defense attorney, but he also had horrible problems with alcohol. Adela describes frantically searching for her father and having to drag him, drunk, out of brothels. And yet, he would get up the next morning and show up in court as if nothing had happened.

Unless he couldn’t. Then he’d get a note from a friendly doctor. And there were plenty of those for Earl.

He was most famous for his cross-examinations – it can be said that Earl Rogers pretty much invented modern cross-examination – so it seems fitting that Final Verdict‘s framing device is a cross-examination. Specifically, Earl cross-examining Adela, who was trying to have him committed in an effort to stop his drinking. Earl persuaded her to withdraw the petition, which Adela (from her perspective of almost 50 years later) regrets having done.

He died thirteen years before AA was founded, but I’m not sure that would have made a difference. I’m not a doctor, but from what Adela says, it seems like Earl may have been manic-depressive, and medicated himself with alcohol. He was 52 when he died in a flophouse.

Final Verdict does not deserve the obscurity that has fallen upon it. Adela’s voice is one of the few surviving contemporary accounts of the events and people she witnessed. In particular, she’s one of the few people who saw Darrow up close and wrote about him. Adela was clearly not found of Darrow or Mrs. Darrow, though she admits that her account is somewhat biased. (She particularly resents the way Darrow treated her father, and Darrow’s failure to pay her father’s bill for his defense.)

But it is also a sad and moving book, about a child trying to deal with the legacy of her famous and self-destructive father. She was a talented writer, who had adventures that most of us would envy, and this is a beautifully written book. It hasn’t become a rare book yet; if you find a copy at some used paperback store somewhere, I recommend picking it up.

Leonard, Part 2.

Wednesday, August 21st, 2013

Now that the dust has settled a bit, here’s a roundup of Elmore Leonard obits and tributes.

NYT.

When asked about the vivid landscapes in his westerns, Mr. Leonard told how he did his “research”: from a magazine.
“I subscribed to Arizona Highways,” he said, “and that was loaded with scenery.”

LAT. Neely Tucker’s swell 2008 profile of Leonard for the WP. WP obit. A/V Club.

Amy Alkon knew Leonard, and has a nice tribute up here.

And The Rap Sheet, with a roundup of even more links.

Edited to add: missed this one. Robert Crais, another writer I greatly admire, in the LAT.

Insert very bad words here.

Tuesday, August 20th, 2013

The Detroit News is reporting the death of Elmore Leonard, one of America’s greatest novelists.

Damn it.

Edited to add: I’m not sure if I’m going to write more about Leonard. I’ve read, and enjoyed, some of his work (and am glad that there’s more left that I haven’t read) but I don’t feel the same personal connection to Leonard’s work that I felt to Robert Parker’s.

However, in honor of the late Mr. Leonard, here’s his rules for writing from the NYT website.

This brings a smile to my face.

Monday, August 19th, 2013

The Post Office is issuing an Inverted Jenny stamp.

The 2013 Inverted Jenny has a face value of $2 (13 cents in 1918 money) instead of the 24 cent face value of the original. I’ll be interested in seeing what else the USPS changes.

Here’s a blog entry from January that shows the preliminary artwork in comparison with the original Inverted Jenny.

And here’s an old article from Smithsonian about the Inverted Jenny, for those unfamiliar with the story.

(I’m not a big stamp collector; I dabbled in it a little when I was young, with the help of my mother, and somewhere I think I have a Bicentennial first day cover. As I get older, though, I’ve started purchasing USPS first day covers for people and subjects that interest me. See also: the Battle of Lake Erie.)

(And, yes, somewhere I have a copy of George Amick’s book, The Inverted Jenny: Money, Mystery, Mania. I think it is a pretty swell book, even if you’re not that heavily into stamps and the history thereof.)

(Of course, the Inverted Jenny story touches on another subject of interest to me: the Green family.)