Seattle on My Mind

In about three and a half weeks, I’m off to the great Pacific Northwest with Mark. It will be almost five years to the week after my last trip up that way. That was a great trip, despite the fact that the Seattle portion was marred by the presence of a whiny and pouting ex-dalliance. This time will, I suspect, be much more pleasant, if for no other reason than the fact that I’ll be in Seattle with someone who actually WANTS to be there…

I’m positively giddy at the prospect of a whole week with Mark. And at the prospect of a whole week out of San Francisco. And at the fact that I’ve found one of those rare appropriate uses of the word “giddy”. My biggest fear is that, just like last time, I’ll return so obsessed with the idea of moving up there (and with spending unmetered time with Mark) that San Francisco will seem even more dismal than it does now…

Interesting reading for your evening…

I may post one or two election endorsements later tonight; I’m getting a little tired of Winona’s face below…

Animal “Rights”

“Under the law, animals are treated as property. They have no rights, their value being determined solely by their usefulness for humans.”

What, may I ask, is wrong with this? The writer, who specializes in something called “animal law”, suggests that this is a major weakness in our legal system. I beg to differ. But then again, I also don’t believe that animals have any rights. Nor that they ever can.

Mr. Blatte states that “The civil rights movement overcame oppression based on a difference in skin color. The women’s rights movement overcame oppression based on a difference in gender. With animals, by focusing on species, a difference with no moral significance, we are committing the exact same type of oppression.”

What utter bullshit. Rights are a specifically human innovation. Humans, as a species, have the intellectual capacity to have created them and to understand the implications. And humans are uniquely and exclusively eligible to possess rights. Yes, in this case the ability to express and assert them is required in order to have them.

To suggest that the call for animal rights and equality is on an equivalent moral level to the struggle for women’s right or the civil rights movement is to completely trivialize those important developments in our history. Animals are not the equal of human beings, whether male, female, black, white, brown, heterosexual, or homosexual. Given the slow pace of evolution, it’s highly unlikely that they will be for the next million or so years.

Animals cannot feel oppressed. They can feel pain and hunger and perhaps some level of emotion. But they cannot experience hurt feelings if their human companions consider themselves “pet owners” rather than “animal guardians”. They do not suffer from reduced self-esteem when the legal system is biased against them based on species.

Dogs are no more entitled to jury trials than to job protection nor marriage benefits. Cats have no need nor desire for a Constitutional amendment guaranteeing them full and equal protection under the law. While animals can indeed suffer, they cannot suffer discrimination nor injustice; to do so requires the capacity to understand what discrimination and injustice are.

Animals also do not have the specific “right” to be in any specific space (and this also applies to public spaces where their owners may decide to take them), nor to cause any sort of discomfort, physical harm, or fear to human beings. Owners have certain rights, and are subject to certain limitations and responsibilities. People who don’t want to be around animals also have rights, limitations, and responsibilities. Animals have none of the above and are subject to the exercise of rights by the humans around them.

Again, human beings have rights. And the attendant responsibilities. Animals have neither. The very idea that they would is laughable.

Even animal rights activists agree, although they are reluctant to admit it, that humans are firmly in charge by virtue of evolution, and that animals are subject to our will. Who, after all would be conferring these “rights”? The only real point of contention is how the animals will be TREATED. The idea that animals have “rights” is more about semantics and catchy jargon than any real moral or philosophical issue.

This is not to say that I think it’s open season on our furry little friends. It could be argued that humans have a moral and ethical responsibility to protect animals from undue pain and suffering, just as we have a responsibility not to destroy public property nor to do significant damage to the environment. If we, as human beings, decide that the humane treatment of animals (and even the occasional preference in their favor) is a benefit to society, so much the better.

But none of this is due to any “rights” instrinsically held by animals. Animals have whatever privileges we choose to allow them. Including the right to life. And if there is a conflict between the needs of animals and the needs of humans, humans come first. In all cases. And without the slightest hesitation or resevation.

Animal “Rights”

There’s a new essay over at Planet SOMA. Imagine that. It was inspired, as so many of them are, by a really asinine editorial in the Chron. Look for more Fresno with pictures on one of the two sites, maybe later tonight…

But now, I’m gonna have a nice bowl of Cocoa Pebbles…

TV Truck

So NBC, faced with what seems to be a woefully inadequate new affiliate in one of the largest TV markets in the country, is now considering doing it the old-fashioned way: delivering its programming to certain San Francisco neighborhoods via truck

I remember summertime when I was a kid. The NBC truck showed up every afternoon about 2:00. It was a glorious sight with that peacock logo and that hypnotic bell playing the NBC jingle. All the kids in the neighborhood would crowd around, hoping they had enough change in their pockets for a “Sanford and Son” or maybe a “Chico and the Man” or two. Sometimes the driver would throw in an “Adam 12” rerun for free…

But then there was that scandal in 1982, when the new driver invited one little boy inside the truck and gave him a “Love Sydney” for free. After that, Greensboro banned door-to-door delivery of network TV programming, athough I think some syndicated shows are still delivered by bicycle in areas with low cable penetration…

it’s nice to see a big, cosmopolitan city like San Francisco return to such simple old-timey pleasures, though…

Our Mayor Is an Idiot

San Francisco Mayor Willie Brown, quoted in today’s Chronicle:

“You know I do talk to God regularly. I get down on my knees and I pray and I pray — and then God comes to me and says, ‘Yes, Mister Willie?'”

I’m not religious, and therefore I can’t really call this “blasphemous”, but if I were a politician who (a) was widely regarded as extremely arrogant, and (b) derived a large part of my continuing support from African American churches and religious leaders, I think I might have caught myself before making this particular little joke…

Having had some religious indoctrination as a child, I can tell you this is several points more offensive to your average Christian than John Lennon’s “bigger than Jesus” comment from the 1960s. If this were just about anyplace but SF, the death threats would have commenced immediately…

Here, of course, it was the last paragraph of the second section of a running column. Which would probably be appropriate, if it weren’t such a fucking stupid thing to say given Willie’s position…

It never fails to amaze me how often Willie Brown, who basically defines the cliché of a crooked, corrupt machine politician, can show so little political savvy sometimes. He may not have to answer to God, but he could find himself answering to a great many pious little old church ladies (who used to be among his most enthusiastic supporters) soon…

Anyway, great weekend, crappy Monday, and I hope I’m not coming down with a little bug. No snow is expected tonight in SF proper, for those of you who are keeping score. But I did just have a self-inflicted power outage when I made the mistake of turning on the microwave and the space heater at the same time…

Sweeps

John Edward does a psychic reading (or whatever the hell kind of reading he does) on Ricki Lake, who says “I was traumatized by that”, probably more than once. Oh God, spare me…

The promos for February sweeps have started…

Between that and watching John Walker Lindh’s parents tell everyone how much their son loves his country and (earlier) how he’s just a boy (at 20) and not responsible for any of his actions, I’ve almost lost my lunch twice today. And I haven’t even had any lunch yet…

Email and work today. Mark tomorrow. Needless to say, I’m looking forward to the latter more than the former…

Randomly Monday

Pretty damned good weekend: a visit from my favorite boy, I nearly tripled my DVD collection, and I have a new mouse. Yes, everything’s listed in order of priority, and the mouse is definitely at the bottom, as I haven’t decided if I like it yet or not. Dreamweaver doesn’t seem to care for it much at all…

Y’know, as a confirmed hermit, it’s really unusual for me to spend so much time with any one person. It’s even more unusual for me to find myself wishing I could spend even more time with him. I’m not sure what this means…

OK. I have a pretty good idea what it means…

Random thoughts for a Monday afternoon:

  • I need to avoid spending significant parts of two consecutive days in Berkeley; I’m stifling a significant desire to beat up some hippies right now. Yes, I turn into a reactionary right-winger every time I’m in Berkeley. Any sane person would.
  • The lack of communication skills and systems may be the single largest cause of inefficiency in corporate America today; I realized this today as five different people showed up for a training class at five different (incorrect) combinations of time and address. I had the correct time but the wrong address. My co-worker (with the same supervisor as me) had the wrong time AND address.
  • Leave it to the Examiner to present a decade-old issue as hot breaking news. Wow. Fags are doing too much speed and it’s causing problems. Who knew?
  • A new almanac is a wonderful thing.
  • Zippy is back in the Chronicle. Yay.
  • Why do so many commercially-released DVDs have such low audio levels? I’m talking REALLY low here.

Barter

You have to love the idea of barter, which is the system by which I may ultimately end up paying my cardiologist bills. Design a website and get your ticker serviced in return. Everyone wins, right? I love my cardiologist, and I also love his slightly salty account manager for suggesting something I’d actually proposed up front six months ago…

For those who care, my condition has, as of today, been deemed not life-threatening nor terribly debilitating, and I could continue along with my life pretty much just fine if I kept up with the medication and blood testing. But that’s obviously not the ideal ssituation, which is why I’m getting so frsutrated at the lack of response from my potential new (and somewhat pricey) insurance carrier…

But if any of you were worried I might keel over and die at any moment, you can probably stop now. If I do happen to keel over and die, it probably won’t be related to my current heart and thyroid problems. That’s not to say that all the nagging (if relatively mild) side effects of the drugs aren’t continuing to get on my nerves. And I sure would like a beer. I meant to mention that to the doctor today…

All the same, it beats continually sweating and panting and dealing with my body thinking it’s on speed all the time because my thyroid doesn’t know when to say “when”…

Strange day. I didn’t expect to be reading two different articles about road reflectors in two different newspapers on two different ends of the country all in the same day…

Nor did I expect the Symbionese Liberation Army to lead the 6:00 news tonight. Can we maybe expect the 10:00 news to be all about Squeaky Fromme? Or maybe some newspaper articles about the controversy surrounding “Roots”. Oh, wait

Let There Be Idiots

This is a scream (thanks to Juan Felipe). I have to admit that it takes chutzpah to do something really stupid and possibly illegal, and then to threaten a lawsuit when someone calls you on it. I’ve had moron spammers threaten me for reporting them to the ISPs too. Usually makes me tremble in my boots. Really…

Send this one to the “give me a fucking break” file. The man sells his own NAME to Gucci and later retires, wealthier than I’ll ever be, complaining that the fashion industry is more about commerce than art…

Please. We’re not talking about someone who puts together a really cool outfit to go out to a club here; we’re talking about a major corporation. Yes, innovation is more essential in the fashion industry than in most others, and there may even be something vaguely artistic involved once in a while, but if no one buys any clothes, there’s no industry at all…

I wonder just which specific artistic statement was behind those cheap Yves St. Laurent hankies I used to buy my dad at Penney’s years ago?

G’bye, Dave

Everyone at work was quite nice during my period of mourning today…

Folksy marketing aside, you have to respect someone who manged actually to build a fast food empire based as much on quality as on quantity. Wendy’s made its debut in the late 1960s, when the American fast food market was already saturated (pardon the pun); no one expected it to succeed. But an alternative to the miserable fare at other fast food chains proved very successful indeed…

And you also have to respect Dave Thomas for being considerably less of a horse’s ass than Ray Kroc (of McDonald’s) and for running a much tighter operation than any of the assorted half-assed custodians of Burger King…

Dave’s focus was always on the quality of operations, and as a somewhat avid reader of corporate and retail histories, his is the kind of story always I find most interesting. These are stories of actual individuals with visions that also just happened to be profitable. Unlike a Bill Gates, who largely succeeded through a series of coincidences and the exercise of questionable ethics, Dave Thomas was the sort who succeeded through actual innovation. You have to respect that too…

Now give me a #2 no pickle, please…