Municipal corruption watch.

May 6th, 2013

Hey, remember the city of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania? Sold bonds to build a new trash incinerator? Then sold more bonds to pay off the earlier bonds? Remember some jackass saying

If you or I did this, they’d call it a Ponzi scheme, and we’d be going to Federal pound you in the ass prison.

Good times, good times. Guess what?

In the first such settlement ever agreed to by a U.S. city, Harrisburg, Pennsylvania’s state capital, has agreed to settle Securities and Exchange Commission charges accusing the city of securities fraud for making “misleading public statements” as the cash-starved city’s finances deteriorated in the late 2000s and debts piled up in the wake of a failed public incinerator project and other questionable borrowing.

Yeah. That wasn’t an individual charged with securities fraud, that was the city itself. Noted:

Under the settlement agreement, Harrisburg didn’t admit it did anything wrong, and agreed to stop doing it.

This comes to our attention by way of Shall Not Be Questioned, which also points out that Mayor Linda Thompson (who is running for re-election) is a member of Criminal Mayors Who Don’t Want You To Have Guns.

Awards season.

May 6th, 2013

Pop quiz:

Fäviken: Understanding the Genius Behind the World’s 34th Best Restaurant

Is that a headline from the Onion, or a real article from a food blog?

Answer: That’s a real article in the current “issue” of Dark Rye, which won the James Beard Award for “Best Group Food Blog” this year.

In conclusion, we introduce the RITUAL edition of Dark Rye, which is to say CIRCLES – that’s where it’s at. The essence of ritual. It all begins when we rise once again to make the perfect cup of coffee. We scramble eggs. Butter toast. Breakfast preparation as meditation.

Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face.

Sorry. Where were we?

Again. Always again. Days as snakes that swallow their tails. Months, moon cycles. The ceaseless rotation of seasons. From Big Bang to apocalypse. From the eruption and destruction of every single moment – now, now, now. We’re born. We die. Who doesn’t dig a juggler?

I’d write more on the subject of “Dark Rye” (Why does the design make me stabby? Why are they endorsing the crank theory of Ayurveda?) but Ryan Sutton over at “The Bad Deal” has already made about as pithy a comment as I’ve seen.

(I know there are some people in my audience who feel that New York in general, and New York dining specifically, is overblown in the food news/food blog scene. I kind of agree with this in general: when it comes to Sandy, though, that was one of the most important food stories of the year, and there were lots of real food blogs that covered it well.)

In better news, the Edgar Award winners have been announced. I like Dennis Lehane a lot, so I’m pretty happy Live by Night won. I have a copy somewhere, I think, but I haven’t read it yet; or, for that matter, the other nominated novels. (I am also kind of happy that Ace Atkins got a nomination for a non-Spenser book.)

True crime: I didn’t read any of this year’s nominees. Midnight in Peking looks interesting, but I never got around to picking it up. I probably will next time I’m at Half-Price. The other book people were talking about was People Who Eat Darkness. My problem with that is: I’ve already read about the Lucie Blackman case in Jake Adelstein’s excellent Tokyo Vice, and I’m just not all that damn interested in reading about the case again.

Critical/biographical: I hope The Scientific Sherlock Holmes: Cracking the Case with Science and Forensics is a swell book. I thought Books to Die For was a worthy nominee and a delightful book, so Scientific Sherlock darn well better be an even better book.

I finally got my hands on a copy of In Pursuit of Spenser just this past Friday, so I can’t comment on it yet. I suspect I will be writing a longer review/appreciation once I do finish that book. But it is a promising sign to me that three of this year’s nominees for best novel were also contributors to Pursuit. (Lehane, Atkins, and Lyndsay Faye, in case you were wondering.)

Can’t afford it.

May 6th, 2013

Have no practical use for it.

Camera is not included.

Want one anyway.

(I wonder if you could build a business around this device.)

Chester, Chester…

May 6th, 2013

Eric Toth is allegedly a bad guy. He stands accused of being a child molester and child pornographer. (I use the word “alleged” because he has not been convicted yet, though the evidence against him appears to be pretty strong.)

Toth was indicted on these charges in 2008 and went on the run. He managed to avoid capture, even though he was featured on “America’s Most Wanted” and made the FBI “10 Most Wanted” list, until a few weeks ago. Authorities found him in Nicaragua and shipped him back to the US to face charges.

Why do I note this here? Because there’s an Austin connection: Toth lived here for a while…

Colleagues knew the speaker under a different name as an Austin-based tech writer and computer technician they described as brilliant and friendly.

More:

The man people identified as Toth seemed to grow bolder. A few months earlier, he freelanced his first blog post for SMBNation, a small-business technology company, under an assumed name, according to people at the company and entries on the blog. In the months that followed, he contributed regularly to the blog on everything from Facebook’s initial public offering to cloud computing and wrote magazine articles.
An online biography says he was a “banker once upon a time” but didn’t much like it. The biography hints that “there’s even more to his story.”

He was invited to speak at a SMBNation conference in October, but skipped the country instead.

One of the big questions on my mind (and I’m sure other people in Austin are asking the same thing): did I ever meet this man?

Paul Mullen, the owner at the time [of P.C. Guru, where Toth worked – DB], said he had no reason to suspect the man, because his driver’s license and Social Security number checked out. Toth allegedly used bogus papers and stole identities during his time as a fugitive. The Post is withholding the name the man in Austin used because the identity may have been stolen, too.

I’m just going to point out that if you do a carefully crafted Google search using the phrase “banker once upon a time” and using the “site:smbnation.com” parameter, you’ll get results. And those results match the last name Toth was using when he was captured. (In Nicaragua, he was going by “Robert Shaw Walker“.)

I share some of the qualms the WP has, which is why I’m not directly linking to the bio on SMBNation. But I want to point out to the Posties that they’re not quite as clever as they think they are; the art of crafting Google searches like that is hardly arcane or mysterious.

(Also, SMBNation? You might want to address this somewhere on your site.)

Week of Gatsby: Day 1.

May 6th, 2013

In honor of the forthcoming movie, I am declaring this week the “Week of Gatsby” on WCD. Mostly for my own personal amusement.

Today’s entry: The Great Gastby for NES, a browser based game in which you wander around Gatsby’s party, throwing your hat at various targets and searching for the titular character.

(Yes, I am planning to see the movie. Yes, in 3D. “Argo” was the last thing I saw in a theater, and I figure I could use the diversion. Even if it is a pile of crap.)

(And, yes, as it happens, I do like the book. A short defense of it is here.)

“Firing” watch

May 5th, 2013

P.J. Carlesimo out as coach of the Brooklyn Nets.

I put “firing” in quotes because Carlesimo was acting as an interim coach: as you may recall, the team fired Avery Johnson in December. (Wasn’t he great in “Spenser: For Hire” and “Star Trek: Deep Space Nine”?)

Carlesimo went 35-19 as interim coach, and the Nets did go to the playoffs. But apparently that wasn’t good enough, and the team is looking for a change.

Random notes: May 5, 2013.

May 5th, 2013

Mildly interesting NYT article: Revisiting L.B.J.’s Austin, One Address at a Time. I would have liked for this article to be a little longer, but some of the places I have in mind (such as El Patio) are actually associated more with Mrs. Johnson than the president.

Weer’d is at the NRA convention, so I’m going to step on his “Gun Death” territory: we must ban the deadly killer assault limos! Nobody needs a high capacity vehicle to get anywhere: you can get by with a Smart Car!

(Also.)

Obit watch: May 4, 2013.

May 4th, 2013

This is kind of surprising to see in the NYT: Tom Knapp, noted exhibition shooter.

From 1993 to 2004, Mr. Knapp made and broke his own records for the number of hand-thrown clay targets struck in a single round and for speed in doing so. His last record — 10 airborne targets hit (or “dusted,” in shooting-speak) in 2.2 seconds, each struck with a separate round — was set at an exhibition in Murfreesboro, Tenn., on Oct. 10, 2004.

More:

Mr. Knapp said he had been inspired by trick shooters of the next generation, most notably Herb Parsons, a showman who toured the country from the 1930s through the ’50s and often worked in Hollywood as a trick-shot stand-in for stars like Jimmy Stewart in “Winchester ’73” (1950), which involves a shooting contest.
“Parsons was probably the greatest of the modern era — and in my book, after him, Tom Knapp comes a very close second,” said Warren Newman, curator at the Buffalo Bill Historical Center in Cody, Wyo., a site of trick-shooting exhibitions. “What these two fellows did was always so much more than just shooting.”
He added: “What they did was amaze people, put on a real show. They were outstanding professionals.”

Random notes: May 4, 2013.

May 4th, 2013

I feel sure I’ve written before about the Feds and their effort to shut down the Mongols Motorcycle Club by…seizing their trademarks. Because, of course, not having a logo will deter members of the Mongols from engaging in criminal activity, and they’d never think of something like adopting a new logo, or doing without. After all, how can you make meth without a snazzy logo?

Oddly, though, I can’t find that post. But by way of Reason‘s “Hit and Run”, I have discovered a couple of updates:

  1. The Feds first effort to seize the Mongols trademarks failed. Badly.

    Loy and Alan Mansfield, an attorney with the San Diego-based Consumer Law Group of California, successfully challenged the Justice Department’s last effort to seize the Mongols’ trademark through the tool of asset forfeiture. Citing the government’s “unlawful action based on an ungrounded and unsubstantiated legal theory,” a federal judge also ordered the Justice Department to reimburse the attorneys $253,206.

    So not only did the government not get what they were looking for, they have to pay out a quarter million dollars worth of taxpayer’s money and clean up the garbage.

  2. Typically for the Federal government, if it doesn’t work, do it harder: they’ve filed to seize the trademark again.

In other news, I was considering writing an extended rant about the Statesman and their forthcoming paywall. But now I don’t have to: Lawrence has saved me the trouble, in a post with charts and graphs and words and all that good stuff. I commend it to your attention.

Random notes: May 2, 2013.

May 2nd, 2013

Jimmy Savile isn’t the only British entertainer caught up in scandal:

…what surely qualifies as one of the more ambitious, and possibly quixotic, law enforcement investigations in Britain in recent years: Operation Yewtree, a nationwide inquiry into sexual offenses that may or may not have been committed decades ago. In American terms, it is as if Captain Kangaroo, Dick Clark and Jerry Lewis were suddenly being accused of committing sexual crimes dating back 30 or 40 years.

I don’t want to seem like I’m trivializing this. But going on:

The result has been a flurry of arrests, about a dozen involving very public people. But even as women’s rights advocates and others applaud a new era of openness, in which once-cowed victims feel able to speak out, lawyers for the high-profile suspects say that in the current climate, the accusers appear to be going out of their way to opportunistically target celebrities.

Among the people caught up in this:

One of the biggest names on the list is Rolf Harris, 83, an Australian-born artist, singer and children’s television host who, according to British newspaper reports, has been accused by a woman of sexually assaulting her when she was a teenager. Mr. Harris, also famous for his didgeridoo playing, performed for Queen Elizabeth II at her jubilee last year. Channel 5 pulled his two television programs off the air — “Olive the Ostrich” and “Rolf’s Animal Clinic,” which was showing in repeats — pending the investigation.

Crap. Crap crap crap crappity crap.

May 1st, 2013

Freewheeling Bicycles, official purveyor of bicycles, accessories, and repairs to sportsfirings.com, is closing at the end of May.

The business was still profitable but its location, at 2401 San Gabriel Street, “ended up being too expensive for a bike shop,” said owner Angela Prescott, 62. “Once the overlay plan went in, property taxes doubled, and that’s a huge thing to try to absorb. The percentage you pay out in rent is too high.”

This makes me sad. There are other bike shops in Austin: REI in particular isn’t a bad place to go. But the people at Freewheeling were always nice and helpful to me, and the store felt like it had a personality. That’s something lacking at REI, or Bicycle Sport Shop, or pretty much all the other shops I’ve found in Austin.

Obit watch: May 1, 2013.

May 1st, 2013

Deanna Durbin, movie star of the 1930s and 1940s. NYT.

Ms. Durbin had remained determinedly out of public view since 1949, when she retired to a village in France with her third husband.

More:

Ms. Durbin, who gave almost no interviews after she left Hollywood, did send reporters a letter in 1958 that read in part: “I was a typical 13-year-old American girl. The character I was forced into had little or nothing in common with myself — or with other youth of my generation, for that matter. I could never believe that my contemporaries were my fans. They may have been impressed with my ‘success.’ but my fans were the parents, many of whom could not cope with their own youngsters. They sort of adopted me as their ‘perfect’ daughter.”

TMQ Watch: April 30, 2013.

April 30th, 2013

And so we come to the end of the TMQ NFL draft interregnum. What messages does TMQ have for us this week? After the jump…

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Ring ring ring, open phone.

April 29th, 2013

Great and good friend of sportsfirings.com and valued commenter lelnet left a long comment on last night’s cellphone post. Because his comment represents a lot of work and thought (and I believe in rewarding hard work) and because I’m afraid it will get lost in the shuffle, I’m promoting it to a blog post (with his permission).

You can already buy, off the shelf at Fry’s, a “phone” that does essentially what you’re talking about, using available wi-fi networks to connect with Skype and make calls through that, without any involvement of the cell providers. (Yes, I know…Skype is a proprietary protocol and would be unacceptable to Stallman. The firmware is also closed. But since it’s provably _possible_, one could do it with open standards if one saw a market.)

The problem is that it doesn’t scale well. Getting a reliable wi-fi signal is pretty easy…in the sorts of places one is likely to have access to a _wired_ phone whenever one wants one. Building a wi-fi network that covers the places one actually needs mobile connectivity from is a massively harder problem, due to the range limitations of unlicensed spectrum.

It _might_ be possible to do it using amateur frequencies, _if_ you could get regulatory approval to open those up to use by the general public. Which, of course, would involve fighting off both the whole telco industry and at least 80% of the amateur radio community. Considering that the latter group is where you’d be trying to recruit most of your network engineers from, it seems like it’d be a bad idea to begin your plan by irrevocably pissing them off, even if you magically assume that you’ll be able to out-muscle the telcos in Washington.

The last mile is a hard problem on several different dimensions, some of them physical and some of them political. But there is something you _could_ do…

Build an Android (or, if you like, Replicant) phone, pre-configured to send all its traffic through an encrypted VPN to an anonymizing end-point. Purchase connectivity for it on an existing cell carrier’s prepaid plan. Disable the cellular voice service, and have it send and receive calls exclusively through VoIP connectivity to an Asterisk or FreeSwitch server, either run by the same entity that does your anonymizer, or run yourself on a cheap colo server stuck in a rack in some country you doubt is ever going to care enough to spy on you.

Your cell provider can easily determine that Charles Udall Farley (or whatever name you gave them when you signed up…it’s prepaid, so it’s not like the name you give has to pass a credit check) pushes a lot of data around, but they’d have no way of inspecting the content. They’d have a record of Mr. Farley’s movements around their network, but no way to associate that with you, or even with the phone number you make and receive calls on. An Open Source OS on the phone addresses the “remote bugging” fears. It doesn’t depend on you personally running any software that RMS would find objectionable. And since you can make and receive calls from anywhere that you’re able to get a data signal off a cell tower, it’s still useful if your car breaks down by the side of the road, instead of just in your home and office, like a wi-fi-only device would be.

(I came up with this plan for a team of spies in a novel my wife is writing. But although to my knowledge no such phone exists today, there’s absolutely no barrier to someone building one tomorrow. And both the technologies and the services required to support the back-end of it are already available for purchase in the real world right now, at prices comparable to or better than what people who already had cell phones in the mid-90s were paying for service then.)

The only thing I’d add to this is that I, personally, have no interest in pissing off the amateur radio operators out there; both because it is not good strategy, as lelnet notes, and because I happen to be one myself. (KF5BFL, in case anyone was wondering, but don’t look for me; I don’t have any transmitting equipment at the moment.)

Jimmy Casino.

April 29th, 2013

Once upon a time, there was a man named James Stockwell who lived in Orange County.

Mr. Stockwell led a colorful life. He ran strip clubs on the Sunset Strip in the 1970s. He was also involved in credit card fraud and counterfeiting. Mr. Stockwell went away for a while.

When he came out of prison, he started a chain of hotdog stands called “Cowboy Hotdogs”. He raised a million dollars for his hotdog stands. But “Cowboy Hotdogs” folded; worse yet, Mr. Stockwell admitted that he stole $412,000 from his investors.

Mr. Stockwell, also known as “Jimmy Casino”, also ran the Mustang Topless Theater in Orange County. (Strippers, always with the strippers.) By 1987, he was in a bind: the IRS was going to shut down the Mustang because of “millions of dollars in unpaid taxes”, he didn’t have the money to make restitution payments to the “Cowboy Hotdogs” investors, and he owed other folks money. Serious other folks.

After years of staying a step ahead of the law and the people whom he owed money, Casino, 48, was ambushed at his Buena Park condo Jan. 2, 1987.”We’re getting paid to do this,” one of the two gunmen allegedly said.
They raped Casino’s 22-year-old girlfriend. Then they pumped three bullets into the back of his head with a silencer-equipped handgun before making off with credit cards, fur coats, jewelry and two of his cars.

25 years later, a man named Richard Morris Jr. is standing trial for the murder of Jimmy Casino. The investigators in the case matched DNA from Morris to DNA recovered from Casino’s girlfriend, and arrested him in 2008.

Casino’s death in 1987 was the opening salvo in a battle for control of the Mustang strip club in Santa Ana, which grossed $150,000 a month and had ties to organized crime.
Over the next 15 months, a financial backer of the Mustang was shot and blinded by a Los Angeles mob underboss who was convicted of attempted murder. Mustang bouncer “Big” George Yudzevich — a 6-foot-7 slab of intimidation who also happened to be an FBI informant — was shot to death in an Irvine industrial park; no one was ever charged.

I’m looking forward to the book about this case.