Category Archives: Poetry

EU may tax US goods for carbon-carelessness

Interesting to read that the EU has started to describe products from the US as cheap and dangerous due to the lack of environmental concern in American leadership. The global impact of the US pollution is something that deserves attention, but will higher tariffs or even an outright ban on American goods drive the changes necessary?

…products imported from the US being taxed to compensate for resulting differences in production costs. Thus EU firms would be protected against unfair, carbon-careless competition from outside.

This seems connected with another report that the EU is successfully alerting consumers to the risks of harmful products:

The European Commission has released figures showing a rapid rise in the number of dangerous goods withdrawn from sale across the European Union.

The increase is seen in Brussels as proof that an EU-wide alert system is working better to protect consumers.

[…]

Ms Heemskerk said that the high proportion of Chinese goods among those withdrawn said more about the volume of imports from China, than Chinese safety standards.

A European Commission source also said that China was co-operating with the EU by revoking export licences for some hazardous goods.

Will the US co-operate with the EU by revoking export licenses for carbon-careless goods? Or is the demand sufficient that the prices will just have to be increased in order to compel the European’s to seek more sensible alternatives.

Henry David Thoreau once wrote:

Live in each season
as it passes;
breathe the air,
drink the drink
taste the fruit,
and resign yourself
to the influences
of each.

Little did he realize how much risk would be introduced to those simple concepts by unscrupulous folks trying to make more money at the cost of everyone else. The influences are therefore not so much the air, drink and fruit, but the chemical treatment plant, the industrial rancher, the land developer….

Linux advertising campaign…

I was desperately trying to escape the clutches of yet another Microsoft vulnerability announcement when a funny marketing campaign came to mind:

Because I want to spend time with my family…Linux

or how about this one

Because I want to make it to the game/dinner/appointment on time…Linux

The problem is that I was recently reviewing firewall rules and wondering why the network folks were opening up ports 1025-5000 for all the “secure” windows server segments. Apparently the fat Microsoft administration tools (running on various desktops around a company) like to have all the RPC ports open to them. Coincidentally, the latest remote exploit comes in through…you guessed it, ports 1025-5000.

Ok, you have to run DNS on the Windows systems to be exploited, but try explaining the options to a Microsoft windows administrator. They don’t seem to understand why the number of ports is excessive, or why you can’t call a segment secure if you have to leave it wide open. My favorite comment so far has been “but the perimeter protects us”, second only to “if we install an old unpatched version of Microsoft’s DNS do you think it will mean we won’t be vulnerable to this exploit?” Ha. I almost choked on my tea when I heard that one.

Because I want to maintain my sanity…Linux

If I could put together a flashy photograph/visual, I think it would show the back of a group of people at a wedding looking towards a bride and religious official, with someone conspicuously absent. At the bottom of the image would be a phrase something like

Keep your priorities straight…Linux

Then again, I’m probably not in marketing for a reason. :)

A Bird Came Down the Walk

by Emily Dickinson

In the Garden

A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.

And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,–
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head

Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home

Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, plashless, as they swim.

Civility in nature, disturbed by the observer.