Diego is an animal rescuer.

Everyday he saves animals.

If he wants to know who is in trouble, he uses his camera.

The camera’s name is Click.

The camera is inside the TreeHouse.

Diego has a Rescue Pack.

Rescue Pack can change into anything but not people.

His friend is Baby Jaguar, his sister is Alicia and his cousin is Dora.

Go Diego Go is a good show like Wonder Pets because they are not fighting.

Diego speaks English and Spanish.

He lives in Latin America.

I first saw Go Diego Go on TV in Crowne Plaza in Chicago.

Here's Obama when his teleprompter goes out:

(Via Mike)

L'ami Nicolas Racine pose une bonne question aujourd'hui :

« Doit-on permettre le suicide assisté ? »

J'ai joué le jeu et j'ajoute ma réflexion ici. Pour ce faire, j'utilise les termes « euthanasie » (pour suicide assisté) et « suicide » :

Le seul fait de se trouver alité et malade pour un temps indéterminé me semble déjà un bon point de départ pour réfléchir à la différence entre l'euthanasie et le suicide.

Bien que je crois que le suicide est le résultat d'une « maladie » (un ensemble de dispositions psychologiques qui dénote de problèmes physiques et/ou mentaux), la différence réside surtout dans l'inéluctabilité réelle (selon le point de vue extérieur) de la maladie physique du candidat à l'euthanasie. Par cela, je ne tente pas de dire que le trouble, que la détresse de la personne qui veut se suicider n'est pas réelle, mais bien que son inéluctabilité ne trouve pas d'écho ailleurs qu'en elle-même.

Alors, s'il y a concertation entre le malade (dans le cas où il y a conscience), la famille et les professionnels de la santé, je ne vois pas pourquoi on devrait interdire l'euthanasie, puisque cela est par le fait même éthique. L'interdiction actuelle concerne le domaine de la moralité, un autre héritage pourri de notre passé judéo-chrétien, que le néo-conservatisme actuel ravive.

À la suite de ça, je ne peux m'empêcher de faire un lien avec un billet récent d'Anarcho-pragmatiste qui discute d'athéisme, la position contrepoids au conservatisme à mon avis. S'il faut que je le spécifie, ce conservatisme qui repose essentiellement sur la religion, l'ultime ciment social des croyants.

Deux commentaires qui expliquent bien ma position :

L’athéisme c’est de ne pas se laisser aller à accepter comme tel l’héritage religieux, mais bien de le mettre à jour et de voir ses répercussions. Qu’il soit rabaissé au niveau de la culture, puisque c’en est, seulement.

Croire ou non en un ou des dieux relève exclusivement de l’humain et sans l’humain qu’est-ce qu’il resterait franchement de cette question?

L’athéisme fout aux poubelles la métaphysique, l’agnosticisme se contente de ne pas faire lever la poussière...

*

[...] s’il faut que je le répète, le point principal n’est pas tant de convaincre de l’inexistence de Dieu, mais bien de couper l’herbe sous le pied de la religion comme phénomène social influent. Les déistes ne font pas chier personne!

Et quand on pense à des convictions et des propos excrémentiels, nous sommes tellement bien servis chez nos voisins du sud avec Sarah Palin...

(Photo : polova)

Lalu kita jalan lagi ke lawannya di sekitaran Komplek PM. Ternyata masalahnya disana. Perangkat transmisinya tidak dapat menerima dan memancarkan sinyal dengan baik. Setelah dianalisis masalahnya sederhana. Hanya karena konektor yang tidak terhubung dengan baik, mengakibatkan hubungan antara perangkat di bawah dan di atas terputus. Itulah yang menyebabkan perangkat gak bekerja.

Dengan modal tang potong, cutter, dan selotip dan alat ukur Multi meter, kita perbaiki conectornya dan hasilnya dalam waktu 2 Jam perangkat sudah bisa bekerja dengan normal kembali.

Kesimpulannya :

Selalu periksa hasil instalasi perangkat dengan baik dan benar, karena dari hal yang kecil dapat menimbulkan masalah yang besar.

Cheers.

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Originally uploaded by haivu_ed

The problem
I have a Windows 2003 Server which for some reason does not let me log in interactively (that is, locally). The machine issue the following error message when I tried logging in: "The local policy of this system does not permit you to logon interactively."

The solution
From another machine in the network, I downloaded the Windows Server 2003 Resource Kit Tools (what a mouthful), then issue the following commands:

net use \\mymachine\c$
ntrights.exe -m \\mymachine -u username -r SeDenyInteractiveLogonRight

Where mymachine is the machine name for your stuck machine, and username is the user name you use to log in. When the net use command asks for credentials, I use mymachine\username and the corresponding password. This command is essential to allow ntrights.exe to gain access to your stuck machine.

References

Microsoft knowledge base article that deals with this problem.

Windows Server 2003 Resource Kit Tools Download 

A discussion about the use of net use to gain permission

So I was talking to a friend the other day about beauty. It comes up a lot. I've also talked about it before...and I'm happy to say I'm here today to kinda disagree with a myself of a while back. This means I'm growing.

Anyway, this is gonna be one of those old school. Think about a load of things whilst I'm writing about them to see if I can work out what I think.

Basically, I'm in a muddle over what to think about the 'beauty scale' or whatever you want to call it. (I was actually tirggered into writing reading about the 'Great Shared Ladder of Bonability' over at FuckPoliteness.) Now, I find this problematic, not least because I spend far too much time thinking about the beauty of the people around me.

Now, really, I know this isn't okay, it all adds up to the huge morass of objectification in this society. I think it no doubt effects the way I interact with women (and men for that matter, on the few occasions when I do find a guy attractive, it normally ends up with me being innappropriate and slightly scary....even if I'm only trying to figure out if they're gay or not).

It's a big isssue I have with myself, and I find it hard to work around it. Especially as it's so easy and so built into our society (you know, just like patriarchal oppression...duh).

So I was talking to this friend. I spend a lot of time trying to find ways to boost her self esteem. She lacks respect to the point of getting herself into dangerous and terrifying situations. And, y'know, being unhappy in general.

Now, the obvious (and patriarchal, as we'll go on to look at) way to boost that esteem is to compliment her. Let her know when she looks gorgeous. Acknowledge all her wonderful attributes (both in the beauty department and everywhere else). It's not like I'm lying or anything. It seems like a fair enough thing.

But she rejoinds 'yeah, well it's all in the eye of the beholder'.

I stumble. I think about complaining about her denial of my (entitlement/) ability to judge. But actually, the stumble gives me time to actually think.

Beholder/beholden.

Even the eye of the beholder thing is all about submission to the male gaze.

You aren't beautiful I (man, sky dad and patriarchy, the holy trinity) make you beautiful. It is my eyes, my gaze, the way I look. That is what creates you. What gives you this value. The only value that matters in my world. Beauty.

Now, I'm sure most of you figured this all out years ago. But I'm still (as always) catching up.

Historically, when I'm not thinking about the old dungeon crawling computer game we had on the Amiga, the phrase brings to mind a certain type of reassurance. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, there's someone out there to find me attractive. I will be right to someone. Everyone can find someone to love them. Of course, because people find their own beauty.

But that's not the beholder. The beholder is much closer to some videogame boss that you never even reach because you're rubbish at this game.

It's an imaginary monster.

It will always judge you, it creates your value, and it finds you lacking.

It is all that matters in the beauty game. Being looked at. Which is inherently built out of the other. The monster. The tyrant.

By taking beauty away from the self and passing it to another, you don't free yourself of it, you just give someone else the right to judge you.

And (because you don't get a choice) you have to. And you have to worry about that. All day, because that is the only value you have (any other value is secondary, and only valuable after your primary requisite of submission is fulfilled).

Don't submit to that enormous, horrific burning eye.

Okay, I'll try and drop the fantasy symbolism (I should never have mentioned the Amiga game).

It's a big key to understanding what is meant by entitlement, objectification, patriarchy, and thus feminism.

When even the supposedly positive clichés are all about giving away your power to the menfolk (as represented by the mythical beholder/other (though not the other other, because that's the position of weakness, of course, the one that is defined by it's lack...etc etc) then you can see the problem clearly (hopefully).

Not that I haven't seen it before. It just helps to get a stronger visual grip on it.

Bah. I'm spewing obvious nonsense now. Lets try and regroup one more time before we close.

In my previous post with mention of beholders,I said the following:

It’s not a question of how photogenic she is though. It’s a question of matching her to an audience.

Can you smell that. It's a horrible turn of phrase, even if I'm rejecting the media mentality that I'm talking about.

Because she, any she, any disempowered other, is already before the audience. Constantly under the glare of the lighting rig (theatrical or photographic, or just that male gaze).

No escape. Just naked before the audience.

Terrifying. Horrible and not fucking fair.

So what do I have to learn today?

I'm still not sure. I still can't work out how to change my behaviour to not contribute. I'm clearly doing it even as I write about working out how to try and escape it.

Fucking ideological apparatuses of control.

So lets simplify (ha) the question. How do we build the self esteem of a marvelous person who doesn't respect herself. How do you stop someone who thinks they're ugly from caring whether they're ugly, without contributing to the spreading of value judgements based on 'beauty'...especially that exterior beauty.

And I don't mean the stuff that's skin deep, I mean the stuff that' constructed outside the skin. From the eyes of others.

How does someone stop being beholden to beholders?

This past Saturday my brother-in-law and I went on a 5 hour fishing charter into the Gulf of Mexico . Our boat captain took us a few miles out from port and had us drift fish next to several large tankers that were anchored in the open water. The open water is an amazing reminder of perspective. Next to one of these massive oil tankers, our fifty foot fishing vessel seemed like a toy in comparison; however, as you drifted away from the tanker and began to see the open water, the tanker itself became somewhat less overwhelming. Before long the tanker was just another small dot on the horizon.

This reminds me of a principle of motion that I learned in school, time = distance. Today’s giant of a problem, may consume your entire field of vision, but with each new day you gain distance. As the days go by, the separation from the enormity of the problem increases. Slowly, but surely the bigger picture begins to come back into view. No longer are you staring at the broadside of an oil tanker, but you are now seeing that oil tanker in the vastness of the Gulf of Mexico . What once seemed insurmountable, now seems somewhat insignificant and ultimately becomes a “mile marker” if you will of a greater journey.

The only problem with the time = distance principle is that it requires patience. Patience does not come naturally for most of us. In fact, patience requires tremendous self control and commitment. It is our hope of better days that fosters this commitment to patience. For me that hope comes from the following promise:

Isaiah 40:31 (NLT)
But those who wait on the Lord will find new strength. They will fly high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint.

Today you may find yourself staring at the broadside of the most colossal challenge you’ve ever faced. I encourage you to return to the basic principle of motion, time = distance. Put things back in perspective. Today’s problem will be tomorrow’s tale of surviving in the face of impossible odds. As time goes by, that same problem will become next year’s source of strength and encouragement to someone else, or the motivation for you to persevere in the face of another adversity. Don’t get swallowed up by what is directly in front of you, remember at just the right time you will find new strength.

Until next Monday, may God’s richest blessings be yours this week.

Carl

1. Always go with a list. If you go without a list, you may as well just throw your money away. Better yet, donate it to me — I probably need it more than you. Seriously, though, you need to prepare a list of everything you need, pulling from your weekly menu (next tip) and checking to make sure you don’t have it in your pantry, fridge or freezer. Make sure you’re not forgetting anything. Now stick to that list.
2. Plan out a weekly menu. This is the best way to ensure that your list is complete, and that you have enough to serve your family dinner for the week. I often plan a weekly menu and then duplicate it for the next week — this way I can shop for two weeks at once. Be sure to plan a leftovers night.
3. Don’t go when you’re hungry. This is a common tip, but it’s true: when you’re hungry, you want to buy all kinds of junk. You’ll end up spending a lot more. Eat a good meal first, and you’ll be more likely to stick to your list.
4. Have a budget. When I go to the store, I know exactly how much I can spend. Then I try my best to stick within that limit. If you don’t know how much you can spend, you’ll certainly spend too much.
5. Do a rough running tally. Related to the above tip, if you want to stay within your budget, it’s best to know where you’re at. Then, when you can see you’re going to go above it, you can decide whether you really need that 10-lb. box of bon bons. I keep a running tally on my grocery list, just rounding off so I can do some quick math. An item costs $1.85? I say $2. Then I don’t need a calculator or all those complicated math skills.
6. Keep a list on your fridge, and write things down immediately. When you run out of something, don’t leave it to your memory. Jot it down immediately, and you’ll never have to run back to the store because you don’t have eggs.
7. Make a pantry checklist. Make a checklist of everything you normally stock in your pantry. Keep it posted on the pantry. Put a slash next to each item for the number of items you have (if you have two cans of stewed tomatoes, put two slashes). Then, when you use something, turn the slash into an x. This makes it much easier when it comes time to make your list.
8. Keep things stocked for quick-n-easy meals. Easy meals for us might be spaghetti or mac-n-cheese or a quick stir-fry. We’ve always got the ingredients on hand, so we can whip something up fast when we’re feeling lazy.
9. Buy in bulk when it makes sense. If you can save money, over the course of a month or two, by buying in bulk, plan to do so. But be sure that you’re going to use all of it before it gets bad — it isn’t cheaper to buy in bulk if you don’t use it.
10. Keep your receipts, then enter into a spreadsheet. This will be your price list. Use it so you know when bulk or sale items are a good deal. It’s also a great way to comparison shop between stores — buy your baking goods in Store A but your fresh fruits in Store B. The spreadsheet can also serve as a checklist to use when you’re compiling your shopping list.
11. Buy frozen veggies. While fresh veggies are a little better, frozen veggies are almost as good, and much better than nothing. And since you can keep them in the freezer, they rarely go bad.
12. When you’re running low, write it down. Don’t wait until you run out. when you see there’s only three toilet paper rolls left, put it on your list. Because when you run out, it will be too late. :)
13. Cut back on meat. Meat is expensive. We have vegetarian meals several times a week (think pasta or chili) and for other meals, you could just use a little meat as a kind of seasoning instead of the main ingredient — think Asian, Indian and other such cultural food. Actually, I eat vegetarian all the time, but the wife and kids do a little of each.
14. Pack your own lunch snacks. Buying pre-made snacks is convenient, but a big waste of money. Buy little baggies and buy the snacks in bulk, then it will take just a few minutes to pack some snacks for lunch each day.
15. Make leftovers for lunch. Plan to cook a bit extra for each dinner, so that you’ll have leftovers for your lunch and for the kids’ lunches. Pack it right away, after dinner, so you don’t have to worry about it in the morning.
16. Cook a lot, then freeze. Alternatively, you can cook a whole mess of spaghetti (for example) and freeze it for multiple dinners. A great idea is to use one Sunday and cook a week’s (or even a month’s) worth of dinners. Plan 5-6 freezable dinners and cook them all at once.
17. Always have batteries, toilet tissue and light bulbs. And other necessities that you always seem to run out of — buy a whole bunch when they’re on sale, or buy in bulk. Be sure to check to see if you have these items before you go to the store.
18. Try crock pot dinners. We discovered these in the last year, and they are easy and cheap and tasty. Cut up a bunch of ingredients, throw them in the pot in the morning, and have dinner ready for you when you get home. Can anything be more perfect than that? I submit that it cannot.
19. Clip coupons. I know, sometimes they seem like too much trouble. But it’s not really that hard to clip a few coupons and toss them in a coupon envelop to take on your grocery shopping trip. And you can save 10-20% of your bottom line with coupons. Check store entrances, newspaper and flyers for coupons.
20. Only use coupons for items you were already planning to buy. Don’t let them trick you into buying something that’s not on your list, just to “save” money.

Your appearance each morning as I attempt to "exercise"* was at first simply noted.  Ah!  I thought, another intelligent soul who has realized both the importance of light cardio and the greater importance of exercising outdoors EARLY in the Carolina summer heat (for more on how the heat has tripped me up in the past, see this).  I raised my single free hand (the other busy clutching desperately at my dog's leash because she is in much better shape than I am) in a genial, heavy-breathed, sweaty wave. 

Not only did you NOT wave back (you fucking Yankee... yeah, I saw your shitty Dodge Omni in the driveway with a Jersey plate...  didn't your mother teach you any goddamn manners at carpet-bagging school?), but you stopped dead in your spooky shuffle of crazy, spun slowly as I passed, and eyed me up with the same disturbing zeal as a fat boy at the deep-fryer booth at the county fair.  We were all of 8 feet away from each other.  Did you not think I would, oh, you know, NOTICE that you were considering how good I'd look stuffed and mounted in your dungeon of pain next to the cheerleader and the homeless goth girl, other recent acquisitions? 

When I was "jogging" ** back to the safety of my home, did you think it was really fucking necessary to be standing rooted to the same spot, hand leisurely scratching your genitals, glass eye trained on my advancing form, ear wax dribbling a gooey rivulet down your left cheek in excitement?  Further, did you really think that NOW was the appropriate time to return my wave?  With the same hand that had just been plumbing the depths of your musty trousers? 

I hope you were able to read into my wince of disgust as I blundered on by how much I was really intent on keeping you on my radar.  I am assuming you didn't attempt vocal contact, since my ears were filled with the dulcet tones of Fergie belting out the imperative chorus of "My Humps." ***  Yes, this juxtaposition was disturbing beyond all measure.  In any case, rest assured, your presence was noted.  And made me feel stabby. 

So, next time you feel the need to ogle a red-faced nearly-30-year-old "jogging" with her dog at 7 AM, just remember...  First of all?  I know where you live, dumbass, since you stand outside your scary ramshackle torture chamber each day.  Also? 

I will fucking cut you. 

Sincerely,

Sorcia McNasty

PS  I WILL FUCKING CUT YOU. 

*  In this context, "exercise" means: "jiggidy jogging at the pace of a land crab, praying that somehow the movement of my flab will help displace the Five Guys Cheeseburger I consumed the night prior"

**  In this context, "jogging" refers to:  the act of simultaneously wheezing, trying to keep my floppy ponytail out of my sweat drenched face and loping in a sad effort to keep up with my small rat terrier.  Of course she runs faster than me.  She only weighs as much as a Thanksgiving Day turkey.  I, on the other hand, eat her body weight each day in a variety of snack food. 

***  If this is your first time coming into contact with my fucked-up taste in music, I can only refer you to this as explanation.

 
US Republican presidential candidate Senator John McCain (R-AZ) delivers remarks at the U.S. Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland, April 2, 2008. REUTERS/Jason Reed/Files

But a witness had called authorities. Hearing that some of the young men appeared to be in the distinctive dress blues of midshipmen, the authorities notified the Navy's Shore Patrol, whose duties included rounding up midshipmen misbehaving away from campus. Detaining McCain and his buddies, the Shore Patrol contacted McCain's father, a naval officer who, living in Washington with McCain's mother, was rousted from bed to pick up his son and at least one other midshipman involved in the incident.

Arriving in uniform, with his trademark cigar in his mouth, Jack McCain came to get the boys and drove home. Midshipman Walt Ryan sat sheepishly in the back seat, staring at silent father and son for a few moments. "It was 2 in the morning or so, and it seemed like John's father had been sleeping before it happened," he said. "He got to the point pretty quickly after we got moving."

"Gentlemen, this will not happen again," Capt. McCain said.
"Yes, sir," his son responded.

"Captain McCain was upset, but he didn't go on talking about it very long," Ryan remembers. "He wanted to get home. He just said, 'No more of that.' The important thing was that we not jeopardize anything for ourselves."

McCain's father, then the Navy liaison to Congress, one more steppingstone to his eventual promotion to four-star admiral, kept careful track of his eldest son's mistakes. In time, the young man's maverick nature would fuel his political climb. But in his early adulthood, the family feared that his frequent unruliness was already threatening to derail his future. Sometimes Jack McCain visited the academy and reprimanded him for his transgressions, hopeful that his lectures would keep his boy on track toward a stellar naval career and, in the process, extend the McCain family's tradition of acquiring prestigious military commands. McCain forebears had served on Gen. George Washington's staff and chased Pancho Villa. Jack McCain's own father had been a distinguished four-star admiral, and one of his uncles was an Army brigadier general.

Since his birth, it had been assumed that John Sidney McCain III would follow his ancestors' paths, something he sought to do for 23 years....

Read the rest:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/w
p-dyn/content/article/2008/08/3
0/AR2008083001786.html?hpid=topnews

I like to watch  Wonder Pets and I like to sing the Wonder Pets songs. Wonder Pets are good animals because they do not fight but they only save other animals. I like to eat celery too.

WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO?

They gave me an ass-kicking MacBook though.

I barely had anytime to get ready or anything. I had to stuff my socks into my pockets so that I could put them on later. We started to get some homework in our classes now so I'm kind of bummed about that. I didn't get to talk to Emily too much because Mr. Friedman was sitting near her table and I was worried another Mrs. Fallon incident would happen. Speaking about her, I didn't know where she was (I saw her eventually by the end of the period). I did manage to talk to Emily and the guys for a little bit but not as much as I would have wanted to.

I'm feeling really down and lazy right now because I didn't get to go to the gym. My dad has to take my car again because his antifreeze container is broken or some crap like that. I might do my own workout later but it doesn't really help me as much without the equipment at the rec. The Russian book came in the other day so I've been reading that bit by bit. What I'm guilty about are the SATs. I have the book and everything but I haven't committed to reading it yet. I guess I still have about a month left but I only have one chance really. Well I guess I could take the ones in November too but that would be pushing it. I'm seriously nervous about them no joke. I'm really worried about the Math section...as in I'm completely mortified. I guess the SATs is cuasing that big lump in the back of my brain that just keeps nabbing at me. Until I get them done with, along with college applications, I'm going to be worried about my future for a while now. Also, I'm not going to have much fun and free time until then so that's seriously depressing.

Tomorrow is another senior sleep-in day so I'll try not to sleep-sleep-in like I did today. I guess I should do my homework, exercise, read Russian and think and do other stuff right about now but for some reason I still have the urge to right something down. But hey whatever, I guess I'll see you all later.

I've recommended a few before, but they had always turned them down during their selection process. Earlier this year I read The Thirteenth Tale and discussed some of it with my mom (she always asks what I'm reading). Naturally, she asked if it would make a good book club book and my response was: "There are some really weird parts, including some incest, but it makes for a good discussion. I don't know how much your group (read: gossippy, conservative, middle-aged soccer moms) would like it." My mom accepted that, passed it on to the group when The Thirteenth Tale came up and they decided to veto it. End of story, or so I thought.

My mom got an angry phone call from a friend in the book club, ranting about how they should never have listened to me, how I'm still too young to understand their taste, etc etc etc. Apparently, others have read and loved The Thirteenth Tale (which, by the way, I did enjoy. Very thought provoking, almost haunting). Because I didn't recommend it, my reputation as a knowledgeable bookworm is ruined.

Figures, right?

At least I'm off the hook for recommendations!