20180611

Mon Jun 11 09:11:00 EDT 2018 Slept from eleven to six. Woke briefly around four. A bit tired. High of seventy-eight and sunny today. Stopped at Starbucks on my way to work. Work: - Look into new SMB copy error Done. - Start Patch Tuesday ticket Done. - Refresh my knowledge of packet capture and tcpdump (especially on OpenBSD) https://paulgorman.org/technical/openbsd-pf.txt.html#packet-capture Twenty-minute walk during lunch. A wonder cool breeze. Home: - Update Go version Done. - Go to bed early (read?) Done. Fifteen-minute walk after I got home. Goodbye for now, net neutrality. [Shakes fist.] https://www.nytimes.com/2018/06/11/technology/net-neutrality-repeal.html https://historyofphilosophy.net/cynics https://news.nationalgeographic.com/2018/06/sistema-huautla-cave-mexico-culture/ > Katie Graham was trying to escape the cave she’d been trapped inside with her teammates for the past three days. She held her breath and cautiously swam underwater through the turbid flood that was all but completely filling an underground corridor, ominously dubbed Skeleton Canyon, in Sistema Huautla, the deepest cave in the Western Hemisphere. > Only a few inches of air existed between the water’s surface and the roof of the cave. When she emerged, she did so face first, her head tilted all the way back to put herself in the best breathing position. > With her nose and mouth pressed to the slimy limestone roof, she calmly inhaled and made a deliberate effort to move forward slowly so as not to create any waves that would disrupt the bell jar of air surrounding her face. When the air pocket ran out, Graham used her legs as antennae, probing her feet around the pitch-black sump to feel for the next pocket of buoyancy ahead of her. Upon locating one, she’d dive under, swim forward, and again come up face first, her head tilted back. > One of the more interesting endemic species is alacran tartarus, a troglobitic scorpion, meaning that it’s cave-adapted: blind and with reduced pigmentation. It can also swim, but not breathe, underwater. The degree to which the scorpion is poisonous is unknown.> “We’ve been told that if someone gets stung, to keep notes,” says Steele. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panopticon > The Panopticon is a type of institutional building and a system of control designed by the English philosopher and social theorist Jeremy Bentham in the late 18th century. The scheme of the design is to allow all (pan-) inmates of an institution to be observed (-opticon) by a single watchman without the inmates being able to tell whether or not they are being watched. Although it is physically impossible for the single watchman to observe all the inmates' cells at once, the fact that the inmates cannot know when they are being watched means that they are motivated to act as though they are being watched at all times. Thus, they are effectively compelled to regulate their own behaviour. The name may also allude to the many-eyed giant Panoptes in Greek mythology, some of whose eyes were always awake, making him a highly effective watchman. > […] the idea of the panopticon was invoked by French philosopher Michel Foucault, in his Discipline and Punish (1975), as a metaphor for modern "disciplinary" societies and their pervasive inclination to observe and normalise. This means that the Panopticon operates as a power mechanism. […] The Panopticon creates a consciousness of permanent visibility as a form of power, where no bars, chains, and heavy locks are necessary for domination any more.[47] Instead of actual surveillance, the mere threat of surveillance is what disciplines society into behaving according to rules and norms. Furthermore, the spectator of the panopticon changes in Foucault's account, for the idea that fellow people are watching and spectating reinforces the disciplinary society. Foucault proposes that not only prisons but all hierarchical structures like the army, schools, hospitals and factories have evolved through history to resemble Bentham's Panopticon. Read an Auden poem ("What's in your mind, my dove, my coney") quite closely. Auden never clicked for me on an emotional level, but he's so impressive technically. Hunt, stand, rise, strike! Dove, coney, serpent, birds, possibly a dragon. Thought, sight, touch, sound. Light and dark. That "have" sticks out like a sore thumb. The poem's very singable (maybe to the tune of Molly Malone?). Breakfast: cafe latte, sausage sandwich Lunch: chicken wrap, coffee Dinner: popcorn

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