Friday, November 29, 2002

WHAT'S WRONG WITH MAC OS X? Pretty nearly everything, says John Gruber of Daring Fireball. Here's a sample:

The classic Finder is a paragon of consistency and intuitive design. In the OS X Finder, double-clicking on a folder produces completely different results depending on the visibility state of the current window’s toolbar. This is madness.

Many Mac users think the OS X Finder is merely ill, a nascent design in the still-new Mac OS X environment, and that with some elbow grease and Apple magic, it will someday soon be restored to its former glory.

But the Finder is not sick; it is dead, replaced by an entirely different application that’s been patched to bear a superficial, skin-deep resemblance to the real Finder.

And so we’re back to core question: Why?

Why replace the greatest and most beloved application in the history of the Macintosh with an ill-conceived “file browser”? The OS X Finder doesn’t just suffer from rough edges and poorly-worded error dialogs. It is broken from the outset — a poor design intended to replace a brilliant design.

The explanation is as sad as it is obvious. UI design decisions at Apple are now in the hands of people who do not understand good UI design.

As a business graphics professional, the nature of the beast requires that I be able to work cross-platform as needed — but my dirty little secret is that I've been favoring the Windows environment for years. Gruber's just barely scratching the surface here.

How much longer can the Mac platform possibly maintain any respectable market share when the hardware is being swifly rendered obsolete by circumstance, and the OS is crippled by design?

Wednesday, November 20, 2002

GAY BLADE: Not that there's anything wrong with it, but has Marvel Comics been reduced to publishing gay p0rn? Under the aegis of Marvel's "mature themes" Max imprint, readers of the recent Blade #5 were apparently treated to -- well, you tell me. Some say the artist's intent was to depict this bad guy sucking on a denuded human femur, but that sure ain't what I see, folks. (Warning: Not for small children or sensitive homophobes.)

It astonishes me that this imagery was allowed into print under any Marvel Comics imprint in the first place. Previous management has been historically so uptight that, not so long ago, they fired a guy for sketching blurred obscenities into his background ink-strokes.

But to me, the far greater offense is that this is just plain terrible comic-book artwork. Oh, it's very pretty rendering, I suppose -- but so what? Look at all three pages in succession, and tell me: What's going on in the storyline? I haven't a clue.

Comic art has to flow naturally, guiding the reader's attention in a linear direction from one panel to the next; teasing the reader to turn from one page to the next. In contrast, this sequence is barely more than a series of disconnected illustrations, with no apparent relationship to one another. If there's a through-line anywhere in this mess, it's lost on me.

I haven't been following the goings-on at Marvel very closely for a number of years -- nor do I pretend to know a blessed thing about Steve Pugh, either by personal observation or reputation, so I do not stand in judgment of the artist's whole body of work. But I will say this: If these pages are representative of what Marvel routinely publishes nowadays, it's no wonder they're constantly rubbing elbows with bankruptcy court. Who can make heads or tails of this crap?

UPDATE: It's not just my imagination. The Comics Journal Message Board weighs in here.

Tuesday, November 19, 2002

BLUSH, BLUSH! Israpundit names Mind Over What Matters "Site of the Week."

Friday, November 15, 2002

AL'LL BE THERE FOR YOU: Andrew Sullivan reports that "The final move in Al Gore's shift to the left came last week, according to ABCNews.com's The Note. He has now formally abandoned his earlier centrist position on healthcare and plumped for a Canadian single-payer system of the kind specifically avoided by Clinton."

Citing the example of a brain tumor patient in Britain who had to wait six weeks for urgently-needed radiotherapy from the National Health Service, Sully adds:
"...[I]n Britain, if you actually need good care, you have to both pay higher taxes and get private insurance - for healthcare inferior to much that is available here. This is what Al Gore wants to bring to America. At least now we know."

Now, what I do know is this: We could toss around anecdotal evidence until the wee hours, to "prove" that Socialized Health Care would be an epic disaster if it ever came to be in this country. But anecdotal evidence is not an intellectually honest debate tool. By focusing on the travails of a few unfortunate individuals, we're glossing over the "big picture" -- which includes some 40-odd million uninsured Americans who haven't luxury of being able to piss and moan about the cost of expedited, specialized treatment, when many of them can't even afford ANY routine or preventive treatment at all.

But since Sullivan apparently places so much stock in anecdotal case studies, then let's take another case at random: Me.

I'm self-employed. I've been buying my own health insurance for 17 years. When I started my own stupid little graphics business back in 1985, I was able to secure an excellent small-business group policy for myself and one employee, for what amounted to 3% of my gross income.

Today, owing to a combination of skyrocketing inflation in heathcare costs and my own declining revenues in a difficult economy, that same policy would now cost me 20% of my gross earnings for 2002.

Without fail, every single year, I have been socked with a rate increase of between 10% and 17% -- until this year, when my insurer wanted to hit me up for a 30% increase. The only way I have been able to continue being insured at all has been to systematically devalue the terms of the policy, so that each year I've ended up paying about the same for coverage that's a little worse than the year before.

The cumulative consequences have been devastating. Once upon a time, my annual deductible used to be as little as $100; now I have to spend $2000 out of pocket before I get any sort of reimbursement. Emergency Room care used to be 100% covered; now, to discourage "casual" dependence on ER service for routine ailments, they sock me with a $500 deductible for each instance of ER care.

My co-payments for prescription drugs have also steadily increased. Three years ago, a 30-day supply of Celebrex capsules -- without which I would be literally crippled by osteoarthritis -- cost me, I think, $12 or $15 out of pocket. Last year I had to start paying $25 a month. This year it's $50. (In about four weeks, my insurance agent is going to give me a courtesy call right before they announce the new rates for 2003, and it wouldn't surprise me a bit if the first words out of her mouth were "Brace yourself...")

So riddle me this, Sully: You make a pretty good income. Even your blog does better than break-even. I know you have some serious medical and pharmaceutical bills to contend with, but you're obviously managing okay. For now.

But what are you planning to do when even you can no longer afford the best health care in the world? How many more years of consecutive double-digit percent increases can you stomach, before even you have to start weighing the urgency of your next regularly-scheduled medical exam against the cost of groceries?

Maybe pure socialized health care is not the answer. I'm not claiming to have all the answers. But one thing I do know is this: Free-market health care is as much a scandal, in its own right, as the worst horror stories you've ever heard about rationed health care in Canada and Britain. We already impose our own brand of rationing in America, by making our health care unaffordable to all but the rich and moderately well-off. Possibly, only the chattering classes who have comandeered the debate -- among which I would certainly include professional journalist Andrew Sullivan -- have failed to notice.

Scandal? Let's say I had actually suffered some sort of catastrophic health crisis this year. Suppose I had to spend two weeks in the hospital because I'd come down with inhalation anthrax -- and that I was also one of the lucky survivors who lived to see the hospital's bill. Two weeks of round-the-clock critical care? I'd have run up a tab of at least $25,000 or $30,000, easily.

So I get this enormous bill which I can't possibly pay, and I submit the claim to my insurer. What happens next? Under free-market care, my insurance company almost invariably refuses to pay my claim at first. Then I start exchanging correspondence and phone calls, retrieving my hospital chart, submitting documentation, jumping through all manner of hoops to "prove" that I was actually sick, and that my illness falls within the insurer's standard definition of "covered critical care."

In the private insurance racket, this is standard practice. It's the little game they play, to make money on the "float." By stalling payouts on large claims, the insurance company's cash-on-hand is allowed to sit in a money market fund, earning interest -- while I have to exhaust every line of credit I've got, to make at least a good-faith partial payment on my enormous debt.

But if I can't cover the hospital's bill in its entirety while the insurer's claim check is still "in processing," the bill remains my legal responsibility -- and at some point, the hospital has to look out for its own best interests instead of mine. So after 120 days or so, the hospital's attorneys will seek a legal judgment against me -- and if I still haven't paid the bill (plus accumulated late fees and legal costs) by the time the court issues the judgment, the hospital can then levy my bank account or engage the local Sheriff to sieze my property to satisfy the judgment.

And here's the real scandal: As the size of the bill increases, so does the incentive become even greater for the insurance company to deny payment for a longer period time. Above a certain threshold, I would not expect to have my claim honored at all -- at least, not until I've engaged the services of attorney to write threatening letters on my behalf (and of course, at my expense).

Yup. That's the power of free-market health care at work. Somehow, for all of their fraught speculations on the downside of socialized medicine, Harry and Louise never managed to notice a downside to the status quo. (Except, occasionally, in Tom Tomorrow's fevered imagination.)

After 17 years of paying the equivalent of a stiff tax to private insurers instead of to the Federal coffers, the only improvement has been the phase-in of tax-deductibility on my monthly premiums. It helps -- but this deduction is actually worth surprisingly less than you'd think. It would be something else again if the IRS tax code awarded me a tax CREDIT for the amount of my health insurance premiums, up to some reasonable limit. But for those of you who simply take the standard deduction on your 1040 short form and never think much about the complexities of itemizing, you should understand that a deduction is a far cry from a tax credit. They are very different animals indeed.

Sidebar:

A tax credit is like a coupon for 50˘ off your next purchase of Bounty paper towels. Simple. Straightforward. If the product normally retails for $1.19 and Bounty has given you a 50˘ Paper Towel Credit, all you need do is to present the coupon to the cashier and your final cost is 69˘. End of story.

Whereas, a tax deduction would be akin to the grocery store using a complex formula to assess your income and expenses -- which you must be able to document assiduously -- and then, if all the pieces of the puzzle come together in your favor, the store reduces the total cost of your purchase by maybe a fraction of a percent. You'll have to come up with a lot more deductions if you expect to save any real money.

More to the point -- Income Tax deductibility reduces my entrepreneur's regressive, self-employement double-FICA payroll tax by not one whit. You see, since the self-employed are both the employer and employee, we have to contribute twice as much to the Social Security lockbox as an ordinary salaried employee working for an ordinary company. This has usually been, for me, a far greater tax burden than ordinary income tax ever was.

Critics of single-payer socialized medicine are always quick to insist that it will force services to be rationed, and lower the standard of excellent medical care that is presently available in this country. As in all other things, socialism -- they say -- is not a rising tide that raises all boats; it's a falling tide that will only ground the luxury yachts on the shoals, along with every other little sputtering tug and dilapidated skiff.

To them, I say: "Brace yourself."

The day is coming when you too, Andrew Sullivan, will no longer be easily able to afford high-quality American medicine. I wonder what country you'll flee to, then.

Which is not to say that I'm now preparing to throw my support back to Al Gore because he's got a plan to wring Free Medical Care out of thin air. In the first place, Gore has no plan. He's merely espoused an ideology. And in any case, I know it won't be free. Of course a real USA Single-Payer plan would come out of a new tax initiative.

But instead of reflexively trotting out the old, weatherbeaten scare-arguments -- which have been stripped down to PowerPoint bullet-point summaries and repeated so often that they've lost all meaning -- I wish some critics of Hillarycare (perhaps now to be rechristened AlCare -- "I'll Care" -- get it?) would explain why I'm so much better off paying the equivalent of a stiff tax straight into the United Healthcare Slushfund Lockbox every month, while simultaneously enduring the bureaucratic nightmare required to get a legitimate claim reimbursed under StatusQuoCare, and worrying if that noise I just heard was the Repo Man hauling away my Honda Civic.

The comments section is open. Fill the room with your brilliance!

UPDATE #1: Here's at least one Canadian who agrees.

UPDATE #2: I got Kuffner in my corner, too.

Thursday, November 14, 2002

SCI-FI WILL NEVER DIE: But 85-year-old Forrest J. Ackerman -- founder of the original Famous Monsters of Filmland and the inventor of the often-derided term "sci-fi" -- beset by health and financial problems, has been forced to sell the "Ackermansion" and his lifetime's collection of monster movie and sf fandom memorabilia.

I always assumed these one-of-kind pieces of popular culture history would one day end up in a museum, a fannish Smithsonian Institution, lovingly cared for and maintained for future generations to touch and hold. Instead, the collection is being liquidated piecemeal, in a glorified garage sale.

In my own carefree youth, I too got caught up in the same sort of fannish collectible mania. Even today, remnants of my collection are still kicking around ... there's some kind of an unopened, unused 30-year-old Batman Crazy Foam bath soap container on my bookshelf in the hall, and in one corner of my office there's a complete set of six articulated Walt Kelly Pogo figurines that were distributed as laundry detergent giveaway premiums circa 1969. (Got two of 'em from mom's actual cartons of Biz; the other four I acquired, one at a time, at garage sales for maybe a buck apiece. If they'd been kept in slightly better condition, the set might fetch around $100 now.)

The problem with collectibles is that physical space is finite, while a properly fed and nourished collection grows infinitely. Acquiring the objects of desire is expensive enough. Add the cost of New York City real estate required to house them, and it's a losing proposition.

(I know one old fan-friend whose tiny sixth-floor Manhattan walk-up houses a comic book collection which has so voraciously consumed space over the years, that his living room has been reduced to a single narrow aisle, lined floor-to-ceiling with stacks of mouldering paper in mylar bags, three levels deep. All's I can say is, you gotta really love your hobby to live that way.)

Nevertheless, the loss of Forry's singularly irreplaceable resource is one more reason to be less cheerful today. (via Evanier)

UPDATE: Here's one fan's photo-tour of the estate in happier times. (Erb-Zine online? Don't I remember a print version of Erb-Zine back in the "olden days"? Can this possibly be the same entity?)

Tuesday, November 12, 2002

Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, presently scheduled to open nationwide on December 18, is apparently previewing at the Midway Theater in Forest Hills, Queens almost five weeks in advance -- this Friday, November 15. If this Moviefone link is legit, I've got my reservations right now.

If you don't happen to live in or around Forest Hills, I suggest you scour your local listings and see if there's a sneak-preview near you. Assuming, of course, that early-viewing bragging rights are important to you, fanboy.

(Of course, the early listing could be a mistake. We'll soon see...)

UPDATE: MOVIEFONE LIED! They committed an a egregious "typo." There is no preview. Sorry.

ZZZzzzz... Hmffflgghh... Whaaa... YES! I'M AWAKE! NOW, WHERE WAS I? OH, RIGHT!
Why did Marshall Wittmann -- better known amongst Blogospherians as "The Bull Moose" -- close down his online Project for Conservative Reform last month? Finally it can be told!

Writing for the National Review Online, Stanlety Kurtz reports that Marshall has signed on as John McCain's Director of Communications -- after having first changed his registration from Republican to Independent.

What does this mean for those who can't get enough of second-guessing John McCain's next step? Kurtz speculates that Senators McCain and Lincoln Chafee are planning to bolt the Republican party in January, immediately tipping Senate control back to the Democrats again. Whether this is a good idea depends on how badly you want to see Fritz Hollings (D-Disney) cripple your computer and home entertainment systems with the Consumer Broadband and Digital Television Promotion Act, increasing the likelihood that this monstrosity will eventually enter the canon of American law, forcing you to buy duplicate Harry Potter DVD's for each device you want to watch it on.

More interestingly -- despite his many past protestations to the contrary -- this sets the stage for McCain to make one more run for President, this time as the last, best hope for the Dems to recapture the White House in 2004.

Prior to the election, there was speculation (much of it by the Moose himself) about a McCain run for president, either as an Independent or as a Democrat. At the time, McCain's office dampened the speculation of a presidential run by downplaying rumors of Wittmann's imminent appointment as communications director. But Wittmann is on board now, and it seems very likely that McCain is on the verge of announcing his presidential candidacy.

From McCain's point of view, the Democratic nomination must look mighty tantalizing right now. With antiwar liberal Nancy Pelosi as its newest high-profile spokesman, the party is digging itself ever more deeply into its rut. Even more mainstream Democratic presidential hopefuls will find it difficult to distance themselves from their party's leftist and anti-war base during the primaries. If McCain sails into the fray with his tough-minded foreign policy, war-hero credentials, and moderate-liberal domestic platform, it could electrify the public and bring moderate primary voters to the polls in droves. The other Democrats would split the leftist base, handing McCain the nomination.

At this point, I'd have to agree. As things stand now, McCain is just about the only Democrat that I could stomach voting for in two years. Last Sunday, I watched Sen. John Kerry on the Brinkley Stephanopolous show essentially forfeit his position as a major contender, as he insisted that his party had lost so many midterm elections because they had failed to adequately communicate that only the Dems stood against the Repubs to protect ANWR from oil drilling -- and that only the Dems were prepared to stand up to the chemical industry special interests, and force them to pay for their own toxic waste cleanups.

Oh, come on, Senator Kerry. Stop by the 21st Century once in awhile. It's a nice place to visit, even if you wouldn't want to live here.

For starters, the facts of the oil industry's ANWR drilling proposals are far too complex for any thoughtful person to wholly, reflexively dismiss them out of hand in a five-second sound bite. To simply declare that it's an Altogether Bad Idea -- without even the slightest acknowledgment, in passing, of the issue's complexities -- suggests that one has simply never given the matter any serious thought.

But if you truly believe that among the greatest contemporary threats to America is a chemical industry gone amok, then you've already lost my vote. Love Canal was a scandal and a tragedy, and Hooker Chemical Company was itself a swamp of corruption and criminal negligence. But if you're going to trot out these 20- and 30-year-old straw men as worthy targets in 2004, then you are too far gone to be taken seriously.

John McCain, on the other hand, need ony switch parties to have a serious shot at Democratic nomination. He will not also have to make the wrenching transition from another century.

But does McCain have a serious shot at defeating the impossibly popular Bush -- who will by then almost surely be seen as the great military leader who freed the Iraqi people from the grip of a dangerous psychopath and began the difficult task of bringing modernity and democracy to the Middle East? More to come...

Tuesday, November 05, 2002

WHICH WORLD AM I LIVING IN? (Part II): At this hour (4:30 pm EST), Josh Marshall's private exit poll has Mondale up by 3 points in Minnesota, and Liddy Dole up by 3 in SC. At exactly the same time, Drudge has the exact opposite -- Coleman over Mondale by 3 points, and Bowles bowling ahead of Dole by some unknown margin.

Obviously, you can't attribute these predictions to the wishful thinking of their personal politics. The truth is, no one knows anything.

That's it. No more mid-term election predictions or commentary here, folks. I can't take the excitement. We'll see what's what tomorrow morning.

Daily Pundit, on the other hand, is right on top of each state-by-state contest.

Monday, November 04, 2002

TIMES ARE TOUGH, HUH, BUB? Look, the economy's in double-dip recession ... it's getting harder to make ends meet ... you gotta do what you gotta do to put food on the table, right? If that means selling American babies, you sell American babies. And if Meredith can't have her own babies, who can fault her if she's willing to pay top-dollar ...



Sorry, what was that? American Baby magzine? Not American babies?

Ohhhh. That's very different!

Never mind.

Friday, November 01, 2002

WHICH WORLD AM I LIVING IN?: Here's the emblem of the parallel universe Evil Federation, as depicted in the original Star Trek episode "Mirror, Mirror":




Here's the logo of the US Department of Defense’s Technical Support Working Group: (via Avram Grummer)






Here's the patch associated with Boeing's new Air Force tactical stealth fighter prototype, the Bird of Prey -- and yes, it's after the Klingon warship of the same name: (via Meryl Yourish)



Now you tell me -- does life imitate art, or vice versa?

A PAL WHO FINALLY GETS IT: (via Instapundit): This is a very sad story -- but in a way, it fills me with hope. For if this blind man can finally see the truth, perhaps the sighted will one day be able to manage it as well:
Although Abudeir refuses to condemn the militant Islamic groups behind the bombings by name, he accuses them of using suicide bombers as not only a means of making themselves politically relevant but also for financial gain. [italics mine]

"The Israelis are armed with democracy, knowledge and order," he said. "We need these weapons. Blowing up 100 buses and restaurants will neither destroy Israel nor bring us victory."

Read the whole thing.