Так мое слово становится камнем

On the hidden evils of news aggregators

Should circumstances land me a sentence of community service some day in the future, I am totally going to use this argument. "Your honor, I have to protect the Internet from stupid people."

Not so secret after all

Via a mailing list I'm on, an interesting article about a book describing unit and organizational patches--not the boring official ones, but the ones that people tend to make for themselves--and what they can say (sometimes inadvertently) about their mission and resources:

The book’s title? “I Could Tell You but Then You Would Have to Be Destroyed by Me,” published by Melville House. Mr. Paglen says the title is the Latin translation of a patch designed for the Navy Air Test and Evaluation Squadron 4, at Point Mugu, Calif. Its mission, he says, is to test strike aircraft, conventional weapons and electronic warfare equipment and to develop tactics to use the high-tech armaments in war.

“The military has patches for almost everything it does,” Mr. Paglen writes in the introduction. “Including, curiously, for programs, units and activities that are officially secret.”

Within the article is another link to a Space Review article which talks about similar things in the realm of satellites and Other Technical Means.

See also the slideshow at the NYTimes article.

Clearly, I have a lot of work to do. Our team logo doesn't have nearly enough cryptic symbolism in it.


American soldiers murdering a helpless local national

Warning--this video is not for the faint of stomach. This is SGT (now SSG) Smallville's finest hour, when he single-handedly bludgeoned an Afghan rattus to death in our temporary barracks while the other American soldiers present laughed and took pictures. In addition to the graphic carnage, there is some soldierly language.

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By request

By request

The great thing about Picasa is that you can turn an accidentally out-of-focus image into an intentionally out-of-focus image and somehow that makes it better.

Inspired by comments in this post at Rachel Lucas' blog. Plus, my child is ridiculously cute and needs another photo posted.


1 month

1 month

Ian is one month old now--and some change. Last Tuesday, he was up to 8 lbs, 5 oz. He is holding his head up a good deal more, and to his original two facial expressions (Suspicious and Accusatory), he has added Confused and Puzzled and Indifferent and Surprised and Pleading. It's pretty cool.


I'll be easy to find--just look for the crater.

They finally found SSG Maupin. A PFC when he went missing in Iraq in 2004, his remains have finally been recovered. While it was somewhat galling to be out-promoted by a dead guy (and yes, I realize how petty that sounds), I think that practice is absolutely appropriate--you do not count an American soldier dead until you find the body. And even then, approach with caution and give it a poke or two.

In From the Cold has the money quote:

In response, we'd say that you can’t put a price tag on final resolution for the families of missing military personnel. Sergeant Maupin and Major Woods went to war with the expectation that their country would do everything possible to bring them home again. We have the same obligation to all military personnel who remain unaccounted for, with no regard for the expense, or how long it takes.



Didn't I enlist to stop doing this stuff?

In which Sig talks about work--past, present, and future.

Blackhawk leaving the scene

I'm playing with YouTube. You know me--I like to stay comfortably two years behind the power curve.


Tidbit from the archives

I'm cleaning out my AKO account and I found some e-mail exchanges from various people, including some laudatory words from SSG Smallville upon discovering that I was not going to be switching teams after all:

I was hoping I wouldn't lose you. You're my rock. Your discipline and understanding of the way things sometimes have to be is precious to me. Sure, you're a ticking time bomb, but nobody's purfekt.

I should go through these some more. It's amazing how much insanely stupid and stressful stuff you can forget after just a year and a half.


On machine guns and pistols

In which Sig follows Heller with great interest.

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