Showing posts with label internet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label internet. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Whores, Trolls, Cowards, Parasites & King Babies



In the world of Internet biology, there are taxonomic "lumpers" and "splitters" just as there are in real biology.

For example, when it comes to Internet vermin, I think a lot of ground is covered by lumping them as Whores, Trolls, Cowards, Parasites, or King Babies, as I note in this little page on Gresham's Law & the Internet.

I am a lumper.

But, of course, there are taxonomic splitters too, and at least one of them (Mike Reed) is a very good artist and has put together this delightful site called Flame Warriors where we get masterful illustrations and fine description of such folks as the the Artful Dodger, the Ideologue, the Furious Typer and the Tireless Rebutter.

The site even has a bulletin board where new warriors are suggested, such as Bird Dog, Thesaurus Rex, Puppet Master, Bullshit Merchant, and the Parrot. Check it out!

Of course, I get a little of this, as all blogs do.

One lady posted the same nonsense three times yesterday, revealing that she had not even read the original post that she was so outraged about (she's a vet who is hot that anyone would question some of the business tactics of so many in her profession). Perfect. Of course, she also did not bother to actually give a real email address or cite a single source in her rabid tirade. What am I going to do? It's not like I don't give instructions to the anonymous cowards is it? Nope. Delete.

One fellow sent me a screed that was actually meant for someone else. . I pointed out that he had sent it to the wrong person, in the wrong country, and on the wrong continent. Though he was being very rude to someone else (someone who has forgotten more about dogs than he will ever know), I took the time to point out (gently) that he was wrong on the fundamentals and that he might take the time to retool and rethink. After all, he was not (yet) being rude to me. Maybe he just needed a little information? So far this lunatic has sent me sixteen more emails (not getting my name right in more than half a dozen of them), and not caring that I do not respond (in fact, I do not even open them). What to do? Delete.
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Thursday, April 1, 2010

How Google Really Works



It seems I am not the only one writing about B.F Skinner and operant conditioning.

This morning I was sent a link to Google's description of how their search engine determines page rankings and search engine results.

As a Google user, you're familiar with the speed and accuracy of a Google search. How exactly does Google manage to find the right results for every query as quickly as it does? The heart of Google's search technology is PigeonRank™, a system for ranking web pages developed by Google founders Larry Page and Sergey Brin at Stanford University.

Building upon the breakthrough work of B. F. Skinner, Page and Brin reasoned that low cost pigeon clusters (PCs) could be used to compute the relative value of web pages faster than human editors or machine-based algorithms. And while Google has dozens of engineers working to improve every aspect of our service on a daily basis, PigeonRank continues to provide the basis for all of our web search tools.


Yes, you have to read the whole thing.
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Monday, March 1, 2010

Newsweek Said the Internet Would Fail

Fifteen years ago this week, Clifford Stoll told Newsweek readers that the Internet was a fad that would fail and fade away.

Enjoy!

Visionaries see a future of telecommuting workers, interactive libraries and multimedia classrooms. They speak of electronic town meetings and virtual communities. Commerce and business will shift from offices and malls to networks and modems. And the freedom of digital networks will make government more democratic.

Baloney. Do our computer pundits lack all common sense? The truth in no online database will replace your daily newspaper, no CD-ROM can take the place of a competent teacher and no computer network will change the way government works.

... How about electronic publishing? Try reading a book on disc. At best, it's an unpleasant chore: the myopic glow of a clunky computer replaces the friendly pages of a book. And you can't tote that laptop to the beach. Yet Nicholas Negroponte, director of the MIT Media Lab, predicts that we'll soon buy books and newspapers straight over the Intenet. Uh, sure.

... Then there's cyberbusiness. We're promised instant catalog shopping--just point and click for great deals. We'll order airline tickets over the network, make restaurant reservations and negotiate sales contracts. Stores will become obselete. So how come my local mall does more business in an afternoon than the entire Internet handles in a month? Even if there were a trustworthy way to send money over the Internet--which there isn't--the network is missing a most essential ingredient of capitalism: salespeople.

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Wednesday, April 8, 2009

2,500 Posts



I just noticed that this blog now has 2,500 posts.

If those were fence posts, that would be a looong fence.
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Sunday, March 1, 2009

Lie Down With Dogs, Get Up With Fleas



Some 17 months ago, I wrote a piece entitled Honey Pots and Trolls in the Land of Eire in which I noted that some gas bag in Ireland had gotten on the boards to bash a piece I had written two years earlier about the old Irish "strong dog" tests and the potted histories that you commonly find for all Kennel Club dogs, including the Glen of Imaal terrier.

This guy wanted to talk about badgers, and badger-bating trials, and what great badger dogs they had in Ireland.

Eh? I was a bit confused, as this fellow seemed detached from any logical mooring.

He had, of course, not so much as dropped me a line.

I suspected he did not want to provide a real name and a real email address.

As I wrote at the time:


A two-year old post? Did someone just get their first dog, or did they just get their first computer?

No mind.

Now here's the funny thing about this kerfuffle -- the "strong dog" tests once given by the Irish Kennel Club have not been done since 1968!

And when they were given, they weren't much of a test of a working dog were they? The Teastas Mor lasted for all of 5-minutes.

Five minutes? Five minutes.

In this Kennel Club test the dog was not required to find the quarry at all, and if the terrier bayed it was summarily disqualified.

Since the Kennel Club rules for this "test" were knitted up prior to the invention of locator collars, one has to wonder how the dog was supposed to be found underground. Telepathy? Dowsing rod?

But of course the dog did not need to be located, did it? The Teastas Mor was nothing more than a timed badger-baiting trial in a short artificial earth made to look "natural."


So what was this poster on about, I wondered?

I had an idea.


Well, it could be a simple matter of another Internet Troll on the boards. Such people are common enough, and I have written about them before.

But perhaps in this case it is something else. Think about it -- a person with an anonymous name shows up less than a year ago on a working terrier board, and now he wants to talk about badger baiting in a country where that practice is quite illegal?

Hmmmm. Sounds like a honey pot operation to me.

What's a honey pot? A honey pot is an old trick. You put down bait (preferably under cover of dark) and then stand back and shoot anything that comes in to feed on it.

I have written before about how these Internet bulletin boards might be a problem in this regard, and more people should probably be aware of how these honey pot schemes work if they want to stand clear of real trouble themselves, especially in the U.K.

In the old days, law enforcement "honey pots" were store-front fencing operations manned by the police, or a buy-and-bust drug corners where undercover cops replaced the local dealers which had been rounded up a half hour before.

Nowdays, thanks to the Internet, cops never have to leave their chair to make a bust -- they just go online to find the folks they want to arrest. Whether they are looking for wildlife poachers or illegal aliens, terrorists or pedophiles, neo-Nazis or stolen property, the Internet is the new hunting ground for law enforcement.

Are wildlife officials and animal rights lunatics using the Internet this way?

Believe it. It has been tried on me (though I do nothing illegal with my dogs), and it has been tried on others.

Right now the Roller Pigeon community is in a bit of a pinch and a bulletin board had to be closed down for a week so that it could be scrubbed of all mention of hawk and falcon killing. Falconers have similarly been nailed for illegal bird sales overseas.

Heads up and fair warning. Those in the U.K. who ignore this caution can go to page 30 of the June issue of Earth Dog-Running Dog magazine to find the telephone number of the Hunting Lawyer they may soon need. Those who want to see what the working terriers of Ireland actually look like, however, can go to page 29 of that same magazine. A little irony there, eh?


Well, of course, it turned out I was as right as rain.

Just six weeks later, a major bust went down in Ireland -- a fact I noted in a post entitled As Predicted: Fools Get Stung at Irish Honey Pot. And behind this bust was some bald-headed poseur showing up at the dog shows, and even trading dogs.

Of course, anyone with a brain and a sense of smell could have sensed this was coming.

You did not need to be a dyed-in-the-wool backwoodsman to see the sign. As I wrote:


The spoor was obvious to me, and so too was the scent. When you see such things, just sit down and keep quiet -- the game will reveal itself in time.

The funny thing is that genuine digging folks know the score, and have nothing to fear. We aren't going out to bait animals, we are going out to hunt.

And we sure as hell aren't using turnspit dogs or fighting dogs to get the job done, are we?

We are using terriers, yes, but the terriers used in Ireland to hunt are the same as those used all over -- Jack Russells, Patterdales, Fells and (perhaps) a few Borders. There is no shame or artifice in the world of true working terriers who are being worked by folks who actually know what they are doing.

And the job being done is not complex, is it? It's to locate and terminate the quarry, as quickly and painlessly as possible, and to shepherd the safety of the terrier so it can be used again next week.


So what's the latest news?

Well, it comes to me via way of an email which directed me back to the same before-mentioned bulletin-board where the folks there are all atwitter again because there have been more raids in Ireland. More are supposedly in the works for "known blood sports enthusiasts in Ireland, and as far afield as France and the USA."

Eh? Come again?

I am no expert on French law, but I am quit certain that hunting badger is legal in France, and I know for a fact that it is legal in most of the U.S.A. where badger are actually found.

So there will no arrests, as no laws have been broken -- that is just fanciful bunk cocked up by an ignorant press corps trying to sensationalize things as much as possible.

As for "baiting," I know no one who does that. Not a one.

But then, I do not claim to know everyone lurking on the margins of the world of working terriers, even in this country.

I have noted in the past that there are a few wanna-be pit-dog fighters about, but I will have nothing to do with them, and neither will anyone else with an ounce of brain or a real interest in working terriers.

These knuckle-draggers are to true working terriers what jack-lighting deer poachers are to real hunters -- an outrage and an embarrassment.

That said, I have always suspected that most of these loud mouths are nothing more than wannabe tough-guys who do not hunt very much, and who simply talk big to get attention.

I have written about these fools and fantasy diggers before, and I have noted that their rich fantasy life is every bit as detrimental to real terrier work as the nonsense spouted by Kennel Club matrons.


Does fantasy do any real harm?

Generally, no, but at times yes.

The fantasy digger who thinks a go-to-ground tunnel is the size of a real den pipe is spreading a lie forged in ignorance that allows the "big wink" of over-large dogs to continue unabated.

The preening pretender who prattles on about the glories of brain-dead "hard dogs" in order to compensate for his own male shortcomings glorifies a canine characteristic which, in excess, is too often a serious liability in the field.

The show ring breeder whose fantasy fox is as large as a coyote is what led to the Kennel Club fox terrier -- a dog whose chest is as deep as the keel of a war ship.

The young enthusiast who thinks a mute dog is a fine thing glorifies a serious nuisance and a potentially fatal liability in a working dog, while the "blue-blazer rosette chaser" who cares more about the color of a dog's nose than it's ability to scent does no better.

When push comes to shove, the thing that has killed working terriers over the course of the last 50 years is the creep of fantasy, and the slow but steady erosion of real diggers in the hedgerow.

The simple truth is that you cannot protect working dogs without working them.

And working a dog is not easy -- it is suspiciously like work for the human as well as the dog. There is equipment to be gotten -- spades, bars, posthole diggers, tie-outs, locator collars, machete, yo-ho, veterinary first aid equipment, and a decent pack in which to carry it all.

There are farm permissions to get, and there are the dogs which have to be raised up and given the experience -- experience which can only be gotten by driving out to the country and walking hedgerows and fields for many, many weekends.

This is to say nothing of the reality of digging in freezing cold, howling winds, sucking mud, pounding sun, and swarming bugs.


And so, I was not too surprised when I turned on the computer this morning to find someone had sent me another news article from The Sunday Times of London about the badger-baiting arrests in Ireland. Only in this article, two Americans were named -- the owner of Deadgame Kennels in West Virginia, and the owner of Barnburner Patterdales in Iowa. It seems these two gentlemen had imported dogs from Robert Booth, formerly of Ireland and now living in France.

Booth is a dog-dealer, and part of his business plan has been selling dogs to wanna-be tough guys in America who then go on Internet Bulletin Boards, list-servs, and web sites like "Bay Dogs Online" to claim that their dogs are descended from "Booth's So-and-So" and will "hunt anything."

Right. Hunted nothing is more likely.

As for badger baiting by either of the two named Americans, I seriously doubt it.

You see, neither of these gentlemen live in an area known for badger, and in fact it seems one of them even has to go out of state to hunt groundhog!

The other fellow seems to "hunt" only a few times a year, and this is generally done by shooting large numbers of raccoon that flee the treeless fields of Iowa in winter only to jungle up in barns and silos where their feces damage vast loads of hay and feed.

I do not consider this hunting; it is extermination.

And, let the record show, it is perfectly legal, even if it is not genuine terrier work in my book.

The United States, thank God, is not the U.K.

Not only are guns legal here, but so too are steep-jawed traps. In fact, there are more than 100,000 active trappers in the U.S., and these trappers are trapping (and mostly exporting) over 2,500,000 raccoons a year, along with many hundreds of thousands of wild fox and coyote pelts.

This trapping does no harm to wildlife numbers; raccoon, red fox, groundhog, and coyote numbers are at historical records.

As for North American badgers, which are not related to their European counter-parts in any way, they are not protected in most of the states where they occur in any appreciable number.

If you want to hunt badger in Idaho, Wyoming, Utah, or North Dakota, for example, go right ahead; it is an unprotected nongame species. The states of Nebraska, Wyoming and Missouri, very helpfully suggests using #3 traps. Kansas has a season that stretches from Nov. 12th to Feb. 15th, while Iowa's stretches from Nov. 3rd to Jan. 31st.

And so it goes. . . . .


Which is not to say that there is any excuse for stupidity or brutality.

The oldest adage in the world is both true and poignant: "Lie down with dogs, and get up with fleas."

If you rub up against dog dealers, dog-fighters, badger-baiters, and wanna-be-tough guys, do not be surprised if their mud ends up being splattered on you, whether it is deserved or nor.

And if, by chance, you are the kind of person who does not respect both the wildlife and the dogs, please get the hell out of terrier work all together.

Terrier work does not need thugs and numbskulls.

And, if you want my opinion, it does not need any of these Internet bulletin boards at all. As I wrote on this blog back in 2005:

When was the last time you read something useful or interesting or new about fox, raccoon, weasel, groundhog, badger or even ducks on one of these boards? When was the last time you got a bit of practical advice about shifting rocks, closing a wound, or finding permission? When was the last time someone even wrote a well-written story about their day in the field with the dogs?

Instead, what you find on the Boards are a great number of very young or immature people who seem to get most of their attention in this world by being combative, or otherwise wanting to work out their manhood issues (and yes there are some women doing that too!).

Most of these people seem to know very little about wildlife and not too much about dogs, either.

It is ironic, but true, that in the dog world the most common animal is the parrot -- people quick to repeat what others have said or scratched out. The parrot offers no new information or expanded point of view. They have little experience of their own. Think for themselves? Go their own way? Dig their own dog?

Parrots don't do that -- they are bird-brained and can only mimic. They do not own a library card and cannot hold a shovel.

Starting a bulletin board is certainly easy nowdays, isn't it? These things are now offered up as free services, the code is easy and can be set up in an hour or two, and the only trick is to get people to keep coming back.

No committment or investment is needed. Just erect an electronic wall and let the graffitti spraying begin.

And graffitti spraying is exactly what you get about 95 percent of the time. In fact, this is the chief product of the bulletin boards -- not information but fighting, not shared experience, but name-calling.

It is like a Drunken Night at O'Malleys, except that the drunks are a thousand miles apart and hiding behind fake names.

The folks that run bulletin boards are big on "free speech," but it is pure posture to hide true poverty. The sad truth is that if civility were maintained on these bulletin boards, the real truth would come out pretty quickly -- no one has very much to say.

In the end, bulletin boards have not created a working terrier community so much as destroyed it. The pictures on "anti" web sites are all culled from bulletin boards. Educated people who might educate, motivate and represent the best of working terriers soon turn away from these boards, leaving the loud, stupid, very young, and unemployed to dominate the boards and represent us all.

It is reverse Darwinism -- a devolution to the unfit and the unsound.

I think history has shown that nothing has harmed the world of working terriers more than weakly moderated bulletin boards. Mud and slander has been slung on established breeders, 30-year diggers, working judges, and respected authors.

At times I have wondered if these things were Animal Rights honey pots -- bait stations set out to poison the working dog community. Whether intended or not, that is what most of them have become.

What a sad thing the internet has done to working terriers!


Was I right? I think time has proven it so!
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Friday, January 30, 2009

Zombies, Time Wasters and Anonymous Cowards




I did not start this blog to meet you.

I did not start this blog because I wanted to answer stupid questions from people who are too lazy to use the Google.

I did not start this blog because I wanted to engage in endless political debate with unintelligent ideologues with wacko political theories, or food faddists, or breed-blind frustrated hair dressers.

I did not start this blog to give a voice to cowards who will not use their real names and give their real email addresses.

For several years, I simply turned off the comments section to this blog rather than deal with the never-ending tide of trolls who confuse blogs with chat rooms or list-servs or Internet bulletin boards.

About a year back, I opened up the comments part of the blog after Blogger embraced technology that more-or-less killed the advertising spam bots, but I still get trolls and fools, and instant experts who think they will slip their nonsense out to the world by piggy-backing it into the comments section of this blog.

What to do? Do I want my time to be controlled by anonymous fools who post in the comments section?

Or do I want to write on what I want to write about, and spend the rest of my time with family, friends, and normal life tasks?

Do I simply let nonsense stand and hope someone else will take their valuable time answering or rebutting it?

And why should I host a space for complete nonsense anyway?

At the end of my life, what would I rather have done? How will I wish I had spent my time?

How much time theft should I allow from people I do not know, who do not have real names, and will not use a real email address?



A few months ago, I added pointed instructions to the comments section of this blog.

That helped a bit, but not enough.

So now I am imposing a new rule: No Zombies.



If you are a left-wing, vegan, bunny-hugger zombie who thinks Ralph Nader is a God, go away. I don't want to hear your shit and neither does anyone else.

Ditto if you are a right-wing paranoid zombie who cannot stop talking about how important your right-to-carry is. Go away. This is not your spot.

Ditto if you are a Lyndon LaRouche zombie, or a Ron Paul zombie. Go away.

If you are a dog food faddist zombie, go away.

If you are a pit bull fighting zombie, go away.

If you do not have a real name and a real email address you are willing to attach to your comments, then you are a zombie. Go away.

If you are a proselytizing born-again anything kind of zombie, go away.  If you are a stalker, a nutter or a pretender, go away.

I write what I want to write about, and if you don't like it, go away.

If I have a well-formed political opinion, and you disagree with it, go away. Or at least STFU. Start your own blog.

I did not start this blog to provide a forum for you!

Blogs are about attraction not promotion.

If you do not like what I am talking about, go away.

This blog is not a democracy and you have no rights here. If you are having a hard time with that idea, go away.

Does that mean I get it right on all the time? No, of course not.

Sometimes I get it wrong, and I am quick to correct when I do. But if I got it wrong, please supply a link to a credible source. Use the Google. And do not confuse anecdote with statistics or typing with writing. If you are writing really long and have no sources, you are doing something wrong.

If I have obviously slipped in my logic, or missed a good example, or forgotten part of a history, or gotten a number wrong, let me know. It happens, and I thank people who let me now.

But if you are simply a Zombie, a Troll, or an Anonymous Coward, or a typist, go away.

I do not have the time, and I will not supply the forum.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

The High Price of Anonymity




This video is 48 minutes long. Worth it in my opinion.


In the past, I have railed a bit about
the how the Internet has sped the devolution of culture.

I did so long before I knew that "Web 2.0" was a ten-dollar word term for nonsense, i.e. the posting of unsubstantiated drivel on Wikipedia, putting up web sites full of misinformation, making up stories and data whole cloth, mindless chatter on bulletin boards, and the posting of bizarre theories and conjectures as if they were actually based on fact.

And then, of course, there are those who act out their rich fantasy lives on bulletin boards, and the folks who seek out attention by flaming others, and the bevy of nameless faceless trolls and "click-and-treat" whores who will do almost anything to have their presence acknowledged.

Not to be left out, we also have the folks who insist on forwarding every bad joke, every disturbing picture taken at a bad wedding, and every improbable Urban Legend.

Finally, of course, we have the folks who think it a very good idea to forward every paranoid Oliver-Stone-worthy political theory, rumor, or invective-filled diatribe they can find against the opposition, whoever he or she may be.

Welcome to the Internet!

What I find particularly frustrating is the notion that all opinion is equal.

The theory here is that people who have never sailed a boat across a pond are on an equal footing with Joshua Slocum who built his own boat and sailed it solo around the world.

And so on the Internet we have folks who berate Cesar Milan for his dog training techniques, though they themselves have yet to train a dog to walk on a lead, much less wrestled an aggressive and mature Pit Bull hell-bent on using all his teeth.

Of course, the instant experts do not start and stop in the field of dogs, do they? The same type of people can be found in nearly every forum writing on every topic, from hawking to law, from car mechanics to farming, from genetics to politics.

So is there a fix?

Hardly.

Bullshit has always been with us, and the only difference now is that it can be thrown farther, with a single click of a mouse, than ever before

In the above video, however, Andrew Keen nails one of the core problems of the Internet: anonymity.

It is axiomatic that honest men and women have real names and addresses, and do not hide behind fake monikers or "handles."

When people are allowed to be anonymous, they no longer feel bound by self-restraint and responsibility. People who have done nothing can say anything, and fakes can be presented as genuine experts.

Too often, the result is a kind of chaos in which people without jobs, or groups with very pointed political or social agendas they are trying to mask, spend all day trying to warp and twist the knowledge base.

The result is a kind of Internet version of Gresham's Law, in which lunatics and idiots drive out the sober, the sane and the knowledgeable. When truth and fact become exhausted, lies, misstatements and distortions are left to stand.

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Friday, February 29, 2008

Barack Obama -- Can He Manage Government?



Welcome to the revolution. This is the future. This is why "We are the ones we have been waiting for."

And yes, it really is about that phrase and those computers, as I have noted in the past. See "Why the End of Groundhog Day is the Beginning of Hope" to get the rest of that story. Somewhere out there in the ether, the Marquis de Condorcet is smiling. And so too is June Jordan.
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Friday, November 30, 2007

Web Sites I Liked Enough to Boomark


If you know of other great web sites and blogs I should check out
, send them to me (PBurns-at-erols.com). And, as always, gratuitous linking to this blog is also always appreciated.



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Thursday, November 29, 2007

Dashboard Earth

Some years back, while working for one of the "Big Green" environmental organizations, I made an internet "Dashboard" for Earth showing spinning counters for human population growth (U.S. and world), soil loss, coal and oil consumption, forest loss, etc.

The internet being what it is, this idea has not only been improved upon, but made transferable and is now being given away for free. Check out "Poonwaddle" and load your own counters on to your own blog or web site.

Click on the "Now" button at the top of the counter below, and you will see human population growth, resource use, and some health care data in more-or-less real time since you clicked on the button.

To see a larger view of the counter below, click here.



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Counting Things

aCounting "Authority":
The Terrierman blog recently slipped past the 60 count on the Technorati Authority meter (whatever that is), which is not too much compared to Blue Crab Boulevard (414), 2Blowhards (273) or the Pet Connection Blog (168), but the secret to my happiness has always been to keep my expectations very low. So let me just say: "Mission accomplished!"

aVisitors to the Terrierman Blog:
The blog counter in the right gutter has registered 225,000 visitors from 173 countries since April of this year. Still not much love from Togo or Madagascar, but I am hoping to generate a huge surge of interest from stone-age countries in Africa before the end of the year.

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Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Skim Milk as Cream

In the wonderful libretto of Gilbert and Sullivan's H.M.S. Pinafore, there is a pretty good line:

Things are seldom what they seem,
skim milk masquerades as cream,
Highlows pass as patent leathers;
Jackdaws strut in peacock's feathers.

Isn't that the truth!

Am I alone in noting that a lot of people who claim to know a great deal about dogs never seem to actually take their dogs out into the field? Their dogs are always too young or too old, and -- oh! -- their aching back just went out as well.

For these folks, the "too cold" season rolls into the "too wet" season, and then "baby season" followed by "had to go to a dog show," followed by "too hot" and "the ground is too hard," followed by "too wet" and then "too cold" again.

For some of these characters, year after year goes by and there is never a report or picture of an actual dig in the field. Lots of dog shows, of course. Lot of puppies. Lots of talk about pedigrees, and structure, and "movement," and theories of breeding, but apparently no actual digging in the field. Some of these folks can conjugate canine pedigrees as if they were reading out of the "begats" sections of the Bible, but don't ask them for a picture or date of their last dig!

Which would be no big deal, if these folks simply stopped insisting they had workings dogs and were "protecting" a working breed. They do not, and they are not!

And no, work is NOT killing a rat on the breezeway or a possum out by the carport.

Of course skim milk masquerading as cream is not unique to terrier work, is it? I am told there are whole tribes of hawkers who parade their birds around on their first, but have never flown a bird free from its creance.

There are expert sailors that have never left the bar stool, lawyers that have never tried a case in court, architects that have never put up 20 sheets of drywall, and race car drivers that cannot change the oil on their own cars.

Priests and nuns seem to have no compunction at all about lecturing the world about sex and birth control, while politicians who send their own kids to private school seem to be certified experts on how much money it takes to run a public version of the same.

And, in truth, sometimes it makes no difference. A cubic zirconium ring is no worse than a real diamond, as far as I can tell.

Ditto for an expensive-looking bottle of wine that remains uncorked.

Only when something is used, does its true nature reveal itself.

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Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Eight Random Facts

I have been tagged by John L. Trapp of the Birds, Etc. blog to play the Eight Random Facts meme. Thanks John!

Actually, I am not sure if this kind of stuff is really a "meme," but if folks want to call it that, who am I to argue?

The rules for Eight Random Facts are simple. Players are asked to post a blog entry that:


  • Explains the rules of the game;
  • Contains eight random facts about themselves, and;
  • Lists eight other bloggers who are tagged to write similar posts.

Finally, players should notify (by email or blogpost comment) each person that they have chosen to play the game, referring them to your post for further details.

So here goes: Eight facts that you probably don't know about me:

  1. I was born a Cesarean section in what was then Salisbury, Rhodesia and is now Harare, Zimbabwe. Due to the circumstances of my birth, my father gave me "Corrigan" as a middle name in honor of "Wrong Way Corrigan." I actually like this zinger quite a lot, as my life has had a theme and a plot right from the beginning.


  2. My parents are the most admirable people I know.


  3. I came of age after birth control but before AIDS, after marijuana but before crack. I regret nothing, but I will say that I did enough in the late 1970s, that I rediscovered the virtues of living close to my own moral code which (oddly enough) does not have much in common with the late 1970s.


  4. Over the course of my live, I have lived here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here and here. Now I have too much stuff to move, and suspect that true freedom can only come with very good insurance and a very big fire.


  5. My first jobs were at a hamburger place, a steak house, the midnight shift at a produce house, as a grass cutter at a cemetary, building concrete sailboats, and working as a framing carpenter and a trim carpenter. Now I push paper from the left side of my desk to the right, answer emails, and talk into the telephone when it rings. I am considered a productive member of society even though I produce nothing.


  6. I still have the beetle collection I assembled when I was age eight. Coleoptera, not John, Paul, George and Ringo.


  7. My kids are good looking. I am not bragging; they are adopted.


  8. When I bought my house I counted the two fireplaces and the hot tub in the greenhouse as being big deals. I have never used the fireplaces. I have sat in the hot tub twice. The glass greenhouse was a causal agent behind a 125-stitch wound in my son's left arm. Now I dream of living with my lovely bride in a house without a number, on a road without a name, on enough land to have a few chickens and a large vegetable garden just a few minutes from a nice coffee place in a small town. Every week I get an email notice listing old houses for sale across the country, and I wonder why I am still in the rat race that is Washington. And then I remember: I've got to eat in old age, same as everyone else.

    I will now pass the batton to eight other unfortunates lucky winners to do with this meme as they will:

    1. Reid Farmer at Querencia

    2. Stephen Bodio at Querencia

    3. Matt Mullenix at Querencia

    4. Rebecca O'Connor at Operation Desert Dove

    5. Gina Spadafori at Pet Connection

    6. Henry Chappell at Home Range

    7. Kevin C. Paulson at Huntinglife

    8. Christie Keith at Pet Connection

    Some of you may notice I tagged eight people with five emails. This is not cheating; this is "management." And if you have already been tagged before (yes, I read it), this is God's way to say write some more. He does work in mysterious ways.

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Saturday, July 7, 2007

Got the New Computer Up


Woo-woo! No sticking, rebooting, dead stops, etc.

I have been working with an antique computer using Windows Millennium and doing my web pages with FrontPage 97. I am now out of the Dark Ages and into the light, and with good virus protection too. I have to transfer a bunch of stuff from my old machine to the new one, but I am hopeful that will work pretty smoothly. This new machine comes with an enormous Hard Drive too, so hopefully I will never have to dump good picture files again.

Update: I 've got the data transfer going, but apparently this takes a looong time when you have as much stuff on the ol' hard drive as I do. No matter -- I can watch TV and go for a coffee while it grinds away. The down side is that I may be on "dial up" for a couple of days until I get it all sorted out, so if you have sent me an email, give me a couple of days to respond. After I get the stuff transfered and backed up on the new machine, I will look into adding the old computer's hard drive to the new computer if there is acutally a slot in the new machine for that. My fear of doing such a major "head transplant" on the front end is that I will screw it up and lose everything and have no data backup at all. Right now I am sticking with what I know how to do -- copying files from one computer to another.

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Tuesday, July 3, 2007

A Nice Round Number

Sometimes yesterday, the blog counter hit 100,000 visitors from 151 countries since April 4th of this year.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Great Headlines in America, and a Great Blog Too

I love it when I find a new site that is simple and well done. That's certainly the case for "The Outdoor Pressroom" which describes itself as "An Outdoor Blog Before Blogs Were Called Blogs." You 'betcha, and yahoo!

Because most people are as lazy as sin, I am cutting and pasting a few links from the web site below. Full credit to J.R. Absher for putting all these great links together, and I strongly recommend his new blog-blog over at Outdoor Life magazine which has nice pictures and his well-written commentary. Go there by clicking >> HERE

Excellent stuff, eh? The good news is that you can click on this link or the one above a couple of weeks from now and get another full hat load of crazy headlines that will make you shake your head and say, "Is this a great country, or what??" Only in America!

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Friday, June 15, 2007

Slandering the Good Name of Ireland



This post is recycled from this blog, circa May 2006.



I came across a few puppy peddler ads on the internet that should astound those who dig and work their dogs in Ireland.

You are being seriously slandered, my friends!

For example, we have the "Irish Jack Russell Terriers." Irish Jacks, the puppy peddlers, tell us, are better than regular Jack Russells, because the Irish Jacks "...are not bred for their hunting abilities [and so] make better pets." Beautiful! See >> www.irishjacks.com/aboutbreed.asp for more nonsense.

I note that there are very few pictures of adult "Irish Jack Russells" on these puppy peddler sites. Apparently the bow-legged and barrel-chested adults (a function of a genetic defect called achondroplasia) makes for an adult dog that is a little less pleasing to look at. It is certainly an odd-looking dog, and one that cannot work well in the field due to its expanded chest.

The "Irish Jack Russell" people are selling their dogs under several names and now they are promoting a dachshund cross as (wait for it!) a "hunt terrier". They have even created "The Hunt Terrier Club of America" at http://www.huntterriers.com. Ironically, this web site appears to come out the Southwest U.S -- an area of the country where almost no one hunts their terriers at all. The say they hope to get their bow-legged dachshund crosses registered with the AKC. Say no more! The very definition of success for a working dog!

A quick search turns up more puffery about "hunt terriers" from the "English Jack Russell Terrier Association" web site at http://www.ejrtca.com/huntterrier.html where they prattle on about a dog "famous around Limmerick".

Limmerick eh? Well of course, I remember the limmerick:



The internet ads offer puppies,

To rich and quite silly young yuppies

Romantic histories are told

So more dogs can be sold

May I recommend "Jack Russells for Dummies"?


Of course, the "Irish Jack" puppy peddlers are offering no less of a load than you find with most dog registries with their nonworking dogs and their also-invented histories.

If anyone can find a honest history of a single breed of dog registered by the American Kennel Club, you are doing a better job than me!

A rose by any other name ... and the same can be said for puppy peddlers.


Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Not Big in China, Andorra, Uganda, or Albania

I put a counter on this blog two months ago (on the far right, in the margin, scroll down a ways).

So far, the counter is up to over 57,000 visitors from 139 countries. That's not much by most political blog standards, but probably OK for a blog site as narrow and bizarre as this one is, and for a period of only two months.

That said, I am not feeling the love from a number of places. To be specific, I have had only one visitor from the following countries:


  • Afghanistan
  • Nepal
  • Uganda
  • Madagascar
  • Bolivia
  • Albania
  • Netherlands Antilles
  • Marshall Islands
  • Zimbabwe (where I was born)
  • El Salvador
  • Azerbaijan
  • Federated States of Micronesia
  • Suriname
  • Senegal
  • Cayman Islands
  • Dominican Republic
  • Lesotho
  • Northern Mariana Islands
  • Namibia
  • Andorra
  • Grenada
Now I know the people in these countries are going to whine the way they always do: "We don't speak English," and "We don't have electricity," and the always-favorite "But your web site doesn't have any terrier recipies that include plantains, aromatic rice or cassava root."

Right.

Here's the deal. I promised I will do more with terrier recipies if some of you unwashed foreigners from God-forsaken lands will only plug in your computers (when the electrical grid is up, of course), learn English and visit this blog. Come on people: Help me to help you.

Meanwhile, a special shout out to the folks in Algeria and Tunisia (I used to live in both countries) who have moved their numbers up out of the basement and up to ... two.

God bless you. It is countries like yours that make this world a great place to live. Shukran. تكرم عينك


P.S. For those who are a bit ADD, there is a main web site too -- http://www.terrierman.com that is packed full of good (and sometimes useful) stuff on field care for working terriers, history of working terriers, tools, humor, book reviews, and YES even a bit on cooking rats for human consumption.

And YES, both sites are still Banned in China -- a sign of something (still not sure of what) since 2006.

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Monday, May 7, 2007

The Counter at One Month

This blog has had 28,000 visitors from 123 countries in the last month.