I’ll follow you into the dark

by Ben Gibbard of Death Cab for Cutie (mov)

Love of mine
Some day you will die
But I’ll be close behind
I’ll follow you into the dark

No blinding light
Or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no’s on their vacancy signs

If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school
As vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised
By a lady in black

And I held my tongue
As she told me, “Son,
Fear is the heart of love”
So I never went back

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no’s on their vacancy signs

If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark

You and me
Have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes, are all worn down

The time for sleep is now
It’s nothing to cry about
Cause we’ll hold each other soon
In the blackest of rooms…

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no’s on their vacancy signs

If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark
Then I’ll follow you into the dark

Is that a preference for purgatory?

Service Pack Tuesday

Well, we all survived the DST patch, eh? Talk about a lot of fuss about nothing. I can’t tell you how many times I have worked in environments where the concept of time protocol management and standardized clocks are entirely alien to their system managers. You can beg, plead, wail, evangelize…whatever, and they will turn a blind eye to the need for ensuring time accuracy when it’s a security issue. Then the lowly DST patch comes along and suddenly I’m asked to sit on a dozen conference calls with action plans and contingency teams, and everyone and his brother gets in a fuss about the need to have someone close to the hardware when the time hits the fan. So our new DST deadline has passed and now it’s back to the usual routine.

Incidentally, I’ve had more than one person comment that the DST change was a feeble attempt by Congress to do something about energy inefficiencies. Interesting point that I haven’t had a lot of time to look into.

Speaking of energy, seasonal changes, and measurements, I recently noticed some folks grumbling about petroleum companies fighting against installing more accurate pumps. Apparently old pumps fail to adjust to increased temperatures, at least according to the Kansas City Star. The solution is new technology, naturally, but for some reason the oil companies are resisting new pumps that would cost extra money to deploy and also reduce their revenue in the US.

…it’s perfectly legal, because even though your local filling station measures out your gas as if it were stored at 60 degrees, no law requires retailers to adjust the pump to reflect the expansion of hot fuel.

In other words, no law ensures you get what you pay for.

[…]

Big Oil has argued successfully for decades that it would cost too much to retrofit the nation’s fuel pumps, particularly for independent retailers that now sell the majority of the nation’s fuel. The industry also argues that consumers simply wouldn’t understand fuel pumps that adjust for temperature change.

You just have to love this line of reasoning by the “industry” — the dumb consumer doesn’t deserve to keep their money.

“The consumer doesn’t necessarily want to be confused,” contends Prentiss Searles, a senior associate for marketing issues at the American Petroleum Institute (API), a Washington, D.C.-based group that represents the industry. “They’re thinking, ‘I just want a gallon.'”

Feeling insulted yet? Oh, it gets better. The Kansas City Star also quotes a Shell representative who says big oil won’t budge without a regulatory requirement, and yet it turns out the industry actually fought for regulation in cold climates. Why? Canadians like to be confused? No, it’s because it increased profits for oil companies.

Dan McTeague, a member of Canada’s Parliament, says the way the industry has handled the fuel temperature issue is a classic case of situational lobbying. In Canada, the industry makes more money by adjusting. In the United States, the industry makes more money by not adjusting.

“It’s like one of those Norman Rockwell paintings where the kid has his finger on the scale,� he says.

I could go on, but there are plenty more references on the net to get your temperature up, including reports that a little-known loophole in US federal law that allows gas station operators to profit from manipulating wholesale fuel measurements.

[NIST] data found that the average temperature in Texas storage tanks was 78 degrees. That meant that about $29 million in state fuel taxes were being lost each year in the state.

Of course if they tried to collect those taxes, I’m sure the oil companies would just relocate to some country like Dubai and thumb their nose at the foolish Americans who try to run their country without a more Cheney-esque (elite-friendly) model of government.

Halliburton Co.’s decision to relocate its chief executive and corporate headquarters to Dubai has scratched one of Congress’ most sensitive sore spots — suspicion that U.S. corporations are restructuring their operations to shirk domestic taxes.

[…]

Terrence Chorvat, an associate professor in international tax law at George Mason University, says those tax advantages will help if the company grows its business in Dubai.

“I think there is some truth in the initial argument that they’re going to Dubai because that’s where the action is, but I think there’s also somewhat of a U.S. tax-play,” he said.

Strange that no-one has commented on Halliburton’s intentions to move its headquarters to a country caught up in a child slavery controversy, as reported by the US State Department in 2006. Avoiding taxes, child abuse, slave labor, over-billing, bribes, contamination…what comes to mind for you now when someone says Halliburton?

When you look at the paths forged into government by the oilmen Bush and Cheney, it literally makes people physically ill.

Even if the idea was to improve services and cut costs, the record of IAP’s top leaders while working at Halliburton in Iraq should have given them pause before inking the contract. Neffgen, for example, was a senior executive with Halliburton when it was serving contaminated food at military dining halls and providing the troops in Iraq with bathing water soiled with human fecal matter. Nevertheless, in January 2006, the army gave Neffgen’s company a $120 million “cost-plus” contract for support services and facilities management at Walter Reed hospital.

[…]

The appalling conditions at Walter Reed — the supposed “crown jewel” of veterans hospital facilities — not only punctures for good the Bush/Cheney high-handed claim to “support our troops” but like Iraq and New Orleans, reveals what’s more important — helping their friends make money off others’ misfortune.

So much for national security.

Anyway, I digress. My point of this post was really to mention that Microsoft cunningly announced in advance that there would be no security patch this month. And just as you are about to celebrate and say hallelujah, they quietly release a Critical Update today called…Service Pack 2 for Windows Server 2003. Uh, can you say jumbo patch? Surprise!

Altogether, it seems like there is a lot of strange and unnecessary “fudging”, if not deception, by these large companies.

Doctors need poetry

At least according to a webpage by Richard Berlin:

Steven Dobyns writes, “A poem is a window that hangs between two or more human beings who otherwise live in darkened rooms.” Poetry contains many of the aspirations doctors cherish, what Cesar Pavese called “an absolute will to see clearly,” and Czeslaw Milosz described as “the passionate pursuit of the real.” And after twenty five years as a doctor, I have come to experience the practice of medicine the way Pablo Neruda experienced poetry…

Poetry as key to unlock reality and bring people together. I like that.

Into the Ocean

by Blue October

I’m just a normal boy
That sank when I fell overboard
My ship would leave the country
But I’d rather swim ashore

Without a life vest I’d be stuck again
Wish I was much more masculine
Maybe then I could learn to swim
Like, ‘fourteen miles away’

Now floating up and down
I spin, colliding into sound
Like whales beneath me diving down
I’m sinking to the bottom of my
Everything that freaks me out
The lighthouse beam has just run out
I’m cold as cold as cold can be, be

I want to swim away but don’t know how
Sometimes it feels just like I’m falling in the ocean
Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion, yeah
Let the rain of what I feel right now, come down
Let the rain come down

Where is the coastguard
I keep looking each direction
For a spotlight, give me something
I need something for protection
Maybe flotsam junk will do just fine
The jetsam sunk, I’m left behind
I’m treading for my life believe me
How can I keep up this breathing

Not knowing how to think
I scream aloud, begin to sink
My legs and arms are broken down
With envy for the solid ground
I’m reaching for the life within me
How can one man stop his ending
I thought of just your face
Relaxed, and floated into space

I want to swim away but don’t know how
Sometimes it feels just like I’m falling in the ocean
Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion, yeah
Let the rain of what I feel right now, come down
Let the rain come down

Now waking to the sun
I calculate what I had done
Like jumping from the bow, yeah
Just to prove that I knew how, yeah
It’s midnight’s late reminder of
The loss of her, the one I love
My will to quickly end it all
Set front row in my need to fall

Into the ocean, end it all
Into the ocean, end it all
Into the ocean, end it all
Into the ocean, end it all…

I want to swim away but don’t know how
Sometimes it feels just like I’m falling in the ocean
Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion, yeah
Let the rain of what I feel right now, come down
Let the rain come down

Into the ocean end it all
Into space
I thought of just your face

Can’t get these words out my head…