Author: Mark Alexander

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Stupidity Gets Another Smackdown

From The Ed Show:

Another defeat for the hapless birther movement: President Barack Obama will be on the November election ballot in Kansas.

All three Republican members of the State Objections Board voted today allow Obama to be listed as a candidate for re-election, despite the protest of California lawyer/dentist Orly Taitz, one of the most prominent birthers in the country.

The board’s action came four days after Joe Montgomery of Manhattan, Kansas, filed a complaint, saying he believed Obama was not a natural born U.S. citizen and therefore was ineligible to qualify for re-election.  But Montgomery withdrew his objection on Friday because of what he called intimidation directed at him and people around him.

When Taitz showed up at today’s meeting, State Objections Board member Kansas Secretary of State Kris Kobach told her the deadline to file an objection had passed.

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Space Porn

Saturn’s moon Enceladus, showing geysers spraying water into space that eventually finds its way onto Saturn and may be a big contributor to the planet’s “E” ring.

Click to embiggen.

Remind me again why the human race doesn’t need space exploration? And then when you’re finished maybe you can then explain why we don’t need art, or music, or literature…

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My Dream Turntable


Technics SL-150Mk2 with an Infinity Black Widow tonearm.

Rare—and way out of my financial reach back when it was new, this has always been my ultimate turntable/tonearm combination. I’m not sure I’d play records any more often than I do now if I had one (I haven’t even bothered unboxing my existing 1300Mk2 since the move), but I might be more inclined to. Like I’ve written many times before, for all the convenience and instant gratification that digital recordings provide, there’s just something about spinning a piece of vinyl that digital will never be able to capture.

The 150Mk2 has all the positive aspects of Technics first generation Mk2 line with none of the integrated tonearm-related drawbacks of the rest of the series. And even back in the late 70s, the Infinity (who made some kick ass speakers and is today just a hollow shell of its former self) tonearm was considered one of the best on the market. Its tube was made of carbon fiber, for chrissake. Carbon. Fiber. In 1979!

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You Be the Judge

Profile of a Sociopath

  • Glibness and Superficial Charm
  • Manipulative and Conning
    They never recognize the rights of others and see their self-serving behaviors as permissible. They appear to be charming, yet are covertly hostile and domineering, seeing their victim as merely an instrument to be used. They may dominate and humiliate their victims.
  • Grandiose Sense of Self
    Feels entitled to certain things as “their right.”
  • Pathological Lying
    Has no problem lying coolly and easily and it is almost impossible for them to be truthful on a consistent basis. Can create, and get caught up in, a complex belief about their own powers and abilities. Extremely convincing and even able to pass lie detector tests.
  • Lack of Remorse, Shame or Guilt
    A deep seated rage, which is split off and repressed, is at their core. Does not see others around them as people, but only as targets and opportunities. Instead of friends, they have victims and accomplices who end up as victims. The end always justifies the means and they let nothing stand in their way.
  • Shallow Emotions
    When they show what seems to be warmth, joy, love and compassion it is more feigned than experienced and serves an ulterior motive. Outraged by insignificant matters, yet remaining unmoved and cold by what would upset a normal person. Since they are not genuine, neither are their promises.
  • Incapacity for Love
  • Need for Stimulation
    Living on the edge. Verbal outbursts and physical punishments are normal. Promiscuity and gambling are common.
  • Callousness/Lack of Empathy
    Unable to empathize with the pain of their victims, having only contempt for others’ feelings of distress and readily taking advantage of them.
  • Poor Behavioral Controls/Impulsive Nature
    Rage and abuse, alternating with small expressions of love and approval produce an addictive cycle for abuser and abused, as well as creating hopelessness in the victim. Believe they are all-powerful, all-knowing, entitled to every wish, no sense of personal boundaries, no concern for their impact on others.
  • Early Behavior Problems/Juvenile Delinquency
    Usually has a history of behavioral and academic difficulties, yet “gets by” by conning others. Problems in making and keeping friends; aberrant behaviors such as cruelty to people or animals, stealing, etc.
  • Irresponsibility/Unreliability
    Not concerned about wrecking others’ lives and dreams. Oblivious or indifferent to the devastation they cause. Does not accept blame themselves, but blames others, even for acts they obviously committed.
  • Promiscuous Sexual Behavior/Infidelity
    Promiscuity, child sexual abuse, rape and sexual acting out of all sorts.
  • Lack of Realistic Life Plan/Parasitic Lifestyle
    Tends to move around a lot or makes all encompassing promises for the future, poor work ethic but exploits others effectively.
  • Criminal or Entrepreneurial Versatility
    Changes their image as needed to avoid prosecution. Changes life story readily.

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A Followup on the Last Post

Thanks to my Arizona cyber buddy Homer, I was able to acquire all the advertising goodness which follows. (The photos are mine.) Click on any image to embiggen…

First up, an article about and an ad for the photographically-reclusive Showcase of Homes:

This ad dates from the late 60s, about the same time that the Showcase of Homes opened:

The next four ads are all from the early 1960s. The first Hallcraft home we lived in was The Pinafore:

I always thought this was a cool plan, probably because it was a full two story house (rare for Phoenix in those days):

I can’t tell you how thrilled I was to find this next one today. At one time I had a notebook that had nearly all of the single sheet floor plan and exterior rendering sheets for each model that the builder gave out (sadly, lost in a move in the late 80s along with several binders full of audio equipment brochures), but this was one floor plan that I never had in the collection and I’d always wondered how it was laid out:

This was probably my favorite plan of all time:

The Villas started out as a good idea, but now, thirty years later, without exception they’re all ghetto and look like armed camps:

This was my family’s second Hallcraft home, the one I lived in during my high school and college years:

Don’cha love the blatantly misogynistic advertising? (It was the 60s after all…) I also think it’s funny how Hallcraft regurgitated this particular plan through several different incarnations over the years, finally abandoning it in the early 70s:

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Meh.

I’ve been a fan of the Pet Shop Boys since Opportunities (Let’s Make Lots of Money) and the Please album first hit the airwaves back in 1986. In fact, that CD provided the soundtrack of my life when I first moved to San Francisco and will always hold a special place in my heart because of it. (Two Divided by Zero will forever be tied to a memory of driving over the Bay Bridge on a foggy August morning for a job interview in Oakland.) Over the years, I’ve always eagerly looked forward to each new release, and when Yes popped on the scene a few years ago I was ecstatic. I thought it was one of their best albums ever.

So you can imagine the anticipation I had for Elysium. Could they top—or at least equal—the genius of Yes?

Sadly, no. Not even close.

I believe “underwhelming” is a good description of how I feel about Elysium, their latest release. The tempo and lyrics seem to reflect a pair of artists who are realizing that not only are they not 25 and the life of the party any more, but also that they’ve passed through middle age and now find themselves wondering what they’ve actually accomplished. I’ve listened to the album several times, and—with the exception of Memory of the Future, which sort of reminds me of Ben and I—I just can’t get into it. It’s all downtempo, agonizingly navel-contemplating, and ultimately (which is a horrible thing to tell an artist) forgettable.

WHERE are the upbeat dance tunes laced with biting social commentary? Where is this album’s Sodom and Gomorrah Show or even I’m With Stupid?

But after a string of incredible hits that span the last twenty six years, I’ll grant that even the Pet Shop Boys are allowed a stinker now and then…

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A Little Trip Down Memory Lane

…for my Dad, because he does pop in here from time to time.

During the 60s and 70s, Hallcraft Homes was one of the biggest homebuilders in the Phoenix metro area. For many of those years, my dad worked as their chief designer. You can’t spit in Phoenix without hitting his work, and he’s perhaps the most recognized but unknown designer in the city’s residential history. Years ago he was questioning what he’d done in his life and I pointed this out to him. “But no one knows they’re my designs!”

I responded, “Not now,” but who knows what will happen in the future?

Years ago I visited the old neighborhood and happened to strike up a conversation with the then-owner of the house we lived in—a Hallcraft, naturally—when I was in high school and college. He was thrilled to meet the son of the designer and pointed out there was a quite a growing fan-base for that particular model, the “Horizon.” (The model was even seen in Raising Arizona.)

I made the mistake of accepting his invitation to come in and take a look at the old homestead. I was surprised that with twenty plus years having passed, much of what I remembered about it was still intact, but the beautiful deck my dad had built out back was gone, as was the swimming pool my parents had installed about a year before I moved out. When people say you can never go home, they mean it.

But I digress…

I found these photos online while searching for pictures of the “Hallcraft Showcase of Homes.” Unfortunately, it seems there are no surviving photos—or at least nothing online. I find this kind of unusual, because at the time (the late 1960s) the place was unique in that it provided a single location where buyers could tour all of Hallcraft’s current single-family homes and close a deal without having to drive around to each of the far-flung subdivisions. With my budding interest in architecture and design, I always found it to be a bit of a wonderland, especially when discontinued designs were torn down or hauled away and new ones were built in their place. It also must have been a great money-saver for the company, because they only had to decorate a single set of model homes, not dozens. (There were still models to tour in each subdivision, but they weren’t decorated.) Sadly, the place was razed in the mid 1970s and like so many other pieces of Phoenix history is now only a fading memory.