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There are really only two must read science fiction books: Neuromancer and Cryptonomicon.

Neuromancer was published 25 years ago today.

Here’s a study guide with a plot summary. PC World has reviewed what Gibson got right and wrong (for my money it missed out the iphone/wallet that recognises its owner).

I have yet to read Stephenson’s Snowcrash, which some rate more highly than Cryptonomicon, but overall I think Gibson the better writer.

But … 25 years?! People could grow up in that that time! Speaking of which, today was EMPTY NEST DAY.

The Princess is about to leave for an au pair job in Turkey and needs a laptop for

  • Email
  • Web browsing
  • “Facebooking”
  • Transfering photographs from her phone
  • Instant messaging to MSN friends
  • Watching DVDs
  • Skype

No problem I thought.

Your mother’s old laptop will do fine.

It wouldn’t be the end of the world if Compaq Presario 700, a machine with 248Mb of usable RAM, a 20Gb drive, USB v1.0 and no built-in wireless connectivity, came to a bad end overseas. Risk mitigation.

First, I did a fresh install of Ubuntu v9.04.

Ubuntu’s Achilles heel has been wireless communications for a long time but I haven’t had any problems at all with it on my little Asus EEE pc, still running Ubuntu v8.10, so I assumed it had all been fixed.

Wrong!

v9.04 wouldn’t offer WPA or WPA2 security. Worse, this was not a new problem — judging by some of what could  be found via Google. I was a little bit surprised and disappointed. Waiting for the next release or spending time finding a workaround was a non-starter (I”ve paid my dues fooling with NDIS wrappers in the past).

On balance, I thought Linux Mint would be the next best distribution to try (PC LinuxOS would have been my next choice, based on past experience of it just working).

Bingo, the wireless worked perfectly out of the box.

YouTube and DVDs worked as expected, with no extra software required.

Eventually I got around to Skype thinking this would be straightforward. After all, if it works on Ubuntu v8.10 (that’s November 2008) … how hard could it be?

Initially it didn’t work at all. With a little playing around I got it to use the speakers, but the microphone was an insurmountable problem — I was using a headset. It worked, but so badly it might as well not have worked at all.

A separate recorder program worked well, so the problem was the combination of Skype and the hardware (though I later found someone report the same problem using Ekiga).

So…. back to Windows XP.

Thankfully Acronis TrueImage made it fairly painless to restore the last version of Windows. Apart, that is, from the length of time it took to restore 6.6Gb via a USB 1.0 port.

Next: two and half years worth of Windows updates since the last backup.

Elapsed time: about 12 hours to reimage a half-empty 20Gb drive and update Windows.

Roll on cloud computing!

Twenty five years ago today Virgin Atlantic sent its first flight across the Atlantic. This commercial has been running on British TV for some months but, as I rarely see television advertisements, I didn’t see it until I happened to record a programme about the miners’ strike this past weekend and this commercial came at the start of a commercial break.

We missed flying on Virgin, having already flown People Express to the USA when it was launched. 25 years on People Express is long gone and I have yet to fly with Mr.Branson. He furnished an enjoyable textbook example of a dominant business (British Airways) not taking a competitor seriously for entirely the wrong reasons: his having a beard and not wearing a tie, and has kept us amused on and off ever since.

I confess I have never been a conoisseur of women’s shoes. Nor do I believe most heterosexual men could tell to the nearest $100 what any pair of women’s shoes cost. It seems to me that most men’s attitude to footwear for females is puzzlement about the fuss that women make, and that women wear what they think are stylish shoes for themselves and for other women.

That is, until I watched this rather enjoyable advertisement.

Some people were outraged by it and complained to the Advertising Standards Authority and complained that it was sexist and insulting to women. The complaint was dismissed.

Insulting?!

This is I do not understand. Surely, it’s insulting to men to suggest that their mouths hang open and they gawp as soon as soon as some attractive women pass by? Well, never mind. Check out the shoes. This is really an advertisement for shoes, the hottest shoes I’ve ever seen. What makes it so seductive? The colour, the music, the walking in step, the smiles?

Well, it certainly put a smile on my face!

Obama Mocked

I winced a little when I read Mike Tomasky’s gushing commentary about Obama looking at, no, contemplating a Kandinsky in Paris …. because, he said, you couldn’t imagine George Bush doing it in a bajillion years and wasn’t it wonderful to have a president who wasn’t embarrassing overseas.

Following the link in the comments I looked at the photos on the White House site taken by Obama’s personal photographer — a guy who famously asked him for the job — and I thought the president looked the part, looked completely comfortable in fact, and I felt, again, glad that the world had a mature, thoughtful person doing the job.

Bill Maher’s wake up call, above, is so good I hope Obama sees it. I wonder when Ayatollah Khamenei last saw anything like that? Joking is even held to be unislamic by some scholars (really).

Iran

I’ve been following events in Iran on the Daily Dish and elsewhere and wondering what citizens can do (governments, of course, should do nothing, that would be interference and probably counterproductive).

I sent this link about setting up a proxy to some of my Iranian friends and said that I’d be willing to help. What else can one do?

Watching some of the YouTube coverage I was impressed to see videos taken with cellphones which included other people taking videos with cellphones. The days when autocracies could expect to get away with brutal oppression without the world knowing are ending.

I was in the Philippines when Joseph Estrada was ousted by cellphone.

My employer’s mail system came within a hair’s breadth of running out of disk space such was was the explosion in email messages at the end. To the extent that I succeeded in keeping it  up and running I suppose I helped in Estrada’s downfall.

Of course, he was never to be take seriously as a representative of evil. He was just a drunken crook of the lowest sort, but he was elected by the people in the first place. A few years later I had lunch with the bank official whose testimony, in particular, scuttled his presidency and was much impressed by her moral fortitude; the Philippines is a society where journalists are routinely killed with impunity and there is no doubt she risked her life to do what was right.

Iran is very different. I have thought it was a demographic powder keg for years.

Most of the young people I met on my visits, admittedly in Teheran and institutes of higher education, spoke some English — in an accent that I like very much — and they were rather openly critical of the country’s hostile relations with the west, of the religious police and theocratic gerontocracy.

Our driver cum minder kept his cards very close to his chest until one day when I asked him, in the most innocent, non-judgmental way I could, what proportion of women wore the chador on Teheran before the revolution.

He simmered like a volcano, and then said through clenched teeth

There was a lot of very bad dressing before the revolution! VERY  BAD DRESSING!

His manner sent a chill down my back. Then he readjusted his composure and everything was back to normal. Apparently hardly any women wore the chador in Teheran, perhaps 5%.

I thought about the girls I’d seen showing an inch of transparent cuff on their sleeves, risking a beating from the religious police, and wondered what he considered so shocking. I didn’t dare ask.

I did however, politely decline to go along with the suggestions of seemingly every senior male official who, immediately upon introduction, invited me to agree that western media were in the grip of a conspiracy to protray Iran in a negative light.

I was actually expected to say that Iran was completely different from its media image. When I failed to do so a variety of leading questions were asked which I had to shrug off (I don’t watch much TV etc.), but even then there were clearly two Irans not talking to each other.

Back then, more than ten years ago, I was talking to people building the Iranian Internet. That they succeeded despite every possible obstacle being put in their way by the US government is a great achievement.

Stupid US government policy has affected me personally today: I have received a letter from Lloyds Bank in the UK declining to accept payment from an international non-governmental organization in Syria for which I did some work recently. It is, no doubt, trying to keep Uncle Sam sweet. The organization in question is supported in part by the British government.

Ross Douthat, writing in The New York Times, makes the case for recession triggering the revolution. Maybe. What triggered the successful revolution in the Philippines was theft, popular outrage, a means of communication and… an army unwilling to open fire on citizens.

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