… to deliver you your slap on the wrist. Naturally,
it will be delivered on the wrist of a subordinate of your choosing, at a time that is convenient for you.
… to deliver you your slap on the wrist. Naturally,
it will be delivered on the wrist of a subordinate of your choosing, at a time that is convenient for you.
In 2009 I was a consultant to a company that produces cop cameras and nonlethal weapons. My remit was specific: they were setting up a cloud service and wanted a security design expert to review their system.
You might call me a “progressive” because my views and preferred outcomes generally align with many people’s idea of a “progressive.”

A US test of MIRV warheads in a ballistic missile. In typical applications, this would be the last thing your eyes were able to see
“Mommy, look! A falling star!”, the child yelled, and pointed. There was a burning line in the sky, splitting into a claw-shape.
The mother enfolded her child in her arms, hugging her tightly to her breast, “Oh, sweetie. Close your eyes and make a wish.” She turned her back on the falling suns and breathed deeply of the warm smell of the child’s hair.
I recommend Nell Irvin Painter’s The History of White People. [wc] It’s a valuable anodyne to all of the racist propaganda I have been ingesting and studying over the last few years. My approach to American racism has been to deconstruct its sources; Painter’s (in this book) is to demonstrate how it was constructed, and its sources. She puts the pieces together so you can see how they were assembled, and its an ugly picture.
Someone sent me this, so I’m just going to repost it because I really can’t top it.
This is depressing; I don’t blame you if you just click ‘Next’.
One of the other attendees of Tomcon was ‘Q’, who is currently working at an undisclosed media company, doing undisclosed stuff. I had brought my gaming computer and HTC Vive VR headset because, if you haven’t seen Google Maps VR you really should, if you can.
Trips to Tom L.’s are always interesting. If you recall 2 years ago, at the last TomCon, we did an evening trip to Yerkes Observatory, after stuffing ourselves with a massive amount of deep-dish pizza. [stderr]
The media is always at its best when it’s examining itself in the mirror for flaws.
