The Reality of Pearl Harbor

I found this DailyKos posting an interesting read yesterday, Pearl Harbor Day:

The Reality of Pearl Harbor (updated)
by railsplitter
Sun Dec 07, 2008 at 12:12:42 PM PST

Note: I originally posted this on 12/7/07. Several folks have emailed me to re-post today. Minor updates are included

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This is one of several diaries today on Pearl Harbor. If you’re looking for a syrupy retrospective, stop reading now.

First, the good news. The Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor was an unmitigated failure. Of all the ships damaged during the attack, only three were total losses; The Arizona and Utah remain where they sank, and the Oklahoma floundered being towed to the West Coast after re-floating. All other ships damaged in the attack were repaired and returned to active service before the end of the war.
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The Moon, Venus, Jupiter and now Neptune!

I enjoyed the dusk sky last night as the waning moon was joined in the southwestern sky by Venus and Jupiter. Tonight those three will be joined by Neptune, though you won’t see Neppy without the aid of binoculars or a telescope.

Seeing those other worlds shining down on us is a timely reminder that there are things much, much bigger than us.

The joyful shoveler

Kelly’s letter about a highlight of Saturday’s Christmas parade got printed in today’s N&O:

There were lots of highlights to Raleigh’s Christmas parade Nov. 22, but for me the best part came early — and from an unexpected quarter. Behind each group of horseback riders walked someone responsible for cleaning up after the horses. Following Raleigh’s mounted police officers was their clean-up crew — a man in an orange safety vest carrying an enormous shovel. He marched all morning, in front of thousands of people, to clean up horse poop.

This gentleman made the most of his morning. He hammed it up. He played to the crowd. His shovel became a microphone, a guitar, a dance partner. He took an unpleasant job and turned it into a stage from which to entertain thousands.
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Clever Craigslist job posting

I was about to flag this job posting on Craigslist when instead I gave it a second look. A puzzle! Can you figure it out?

01101100 00110011 [&&] M3Q= [&&] 103 108 111 [&&] 62 61
Reply to: job-928714601@craigslist.org [?]
Date: 2008-11-21, 3:52PM EST

Ideal candidate for job will determine how to apply for the position.

* Compensation: TBD, as you might guess from the above!
* Telecommuting is ok.
* This is a contract job.
* Principals only. Recruiters, please don’t contact this job poster.
* Please, no phone calls about this job!
* Please do not contact job poster about other services, products or commercial interests.

PostingID: 928714601

Hint: it is in the “Software Jobs” category (duh). And, no, I haven’t a clue what it says!

Update: Here’s some chitchat on LinkedIn from folks who’ve given it a try. Apparently a few have cracked the code, too.

(Judging by the LinkedIn post, the Craigslist ad has a typo in it.)

Van and trailer pictures

The MT.Net gallery has some pictures of the totaled van (and not-so-totaled trailer). Please be patient and don’t total my cable modem as these pics are hosted at home.

A good portion of the estimated $7000 it would cost to repair it is tied up in replacing the entire left side unibody. Looking at it you would think its just the door that needs replacing.

History of the Dixie Cup

Google’s Veterans Day logo got me interested in Dixie Cups, as that’s the nickname for an enlisted sailor’s hat. Here’s an interesting article about the history of the Individual Drinking Cup Company, makers of the Dixie Cup.

Incidentally, Dixie Cups were not made in Dixie until 1982, when the American Can Company (which merged with Dixie in 1957) was sold to the James River Corporation of Richmond, Virginia. Dixie Cups actually got their name from a line of children’s dolls from the Alfred Schindler’s Dixie Doll Company.

Suddenly, it may be cool to be an American again

VIENNA, Austria – She was a stranger, and she kissed me. Just for being an American.

It happened on the bus on my way to work Wednesday morning, a few hours after compatriots clamoring for change swept Barack Obama to his historic victory. I was on the phone, and the 20-something Austrian woman seated in front of me overheard me speaking English.

Without a word, she turned, pecked me on the cheek and stepped off at the next stop.

Nothing was said, but the message was clear: Today, we are all Americans.

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