April 15, 2002

Reporters live for datelines like

Reporters live for datelines like this, from the Wall Street Journal of Monday April 15 (I’d put the URL here, but it requires a paid subscription.):


INTERCOURSE, Pa. — James Spangler pulled up to the door of a prosperous Amish home one recent Friday night as dusk settled over the rolling hills of Lancaster County. The 57-year-old insurance agent expected to pick up a fat deposit check, and he wasn’t disappointed.


Seems that the Amish are weathering the economic downturn quite nicely, thank you, with most of their wealth in ever-appreciating real estate. (And, for some reason, it feels necessary to remind you of stories a few years back about an Amish cocaine ring allied with the Pagans motorcycle gang. Stoltzfus, it seems, is not an uncommon last name in that part of the world.)

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April 14, 2002

You know the prayer: “Lord,

You know the prayer: “Lord, preserve me from my friends. My enemies I can handle.”


It’s not like Napster didn’t have enough troubles of its own. Now founders and investors are squabbling over the likely carcass.

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April 14, 2002

The New York Times has

The New York Times has a story today about how the X-10 Nanny-Cam — widely advertised in a  universally despised “pop-under” web page — can broadcast its image far beyond the boundaries of your home. Encrypting the image and thereby protecting the privacy of camera owners would easily be possible, but it would create a significantly more expensive product.


There are any number of reasons why this is a depressing story, most of them obvious. What particularly galls me is that the customers most likely to be attracted by the product are the precise ones who are least likely to either understand the problem or be able to fix it.


And by the way, in New York State, where there’s a law governing video surveillance, the contention that interception of a video image is allowed by law is, um, questionable. My wife, who knows a thing or five about wiretapping law, says things may not be quite so cut and dried. Casual/accidental interception, like picking up radio waves in your braces, is one thing; purposeful interception could be quite another. The airways are public, so you shouldn’t really expect much privacy for anything you send over them. (This is why cordless phones should be — but frequently aren’t — encrypted.) It is, after all, called “broadcasting.”

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April 14, 2002

“I’ve seen the lights go

“I’ve seen the lights go out on Broadway

I saw the ruins at my feet

You know we almost didn’t notice it

We’d seen it all before on Forty second Street”


 

The idea that a set of spotlights should be part of a memorial to the dead and injured of September 11 had been floated even before the dust settled. In a city where production values rank high on a list of civic virtues, the idea of twin towers of light extending to the heavens felt distinctly a propos. When the Towers were first attacked in 1993, the city made sure that the lights in the buildings came back on as soon as possible; that the building at least looked alive made everyone feel a little better in the immediate aftermath. 

 

There were problems with the concept, including the minor matter that a spotlight powerful enough to be seen would be powerful enough to blind pilots. (That pilots were still allowed to fly over the World Trade Center site was not a little discomfiting, but that’s another matter.) Nonetheless, on the six-month anniversary of the attack — and by the way, is there a better or more elegant term than “six-month anniversary”? Semi-anniversary? — the spots came on. Eighty-eight of them, arrayed in two squares with the same footprint as the towers, though about a block west of the original site. The lights came in from as far away as Salt Lake City, where they’d last been used in the Olympics. Even in New York, it seems, there is sometimes a need to import lighting.

 

Seen close up, the lights look more like a beaded curtain than a beacon, the individual strands not merging until the atmosphere spreads the beams. From a distance of a mile or two, the towers of light look different depending on the day: crisp and close on cool dry nights, ethereal and more distant on nights with high humidity. On overcast nights, the beacons paint the bottoms of low-hanging clouds. From many angles, they looked more like a single tower than two.

 

It was clear from the start that the lights were a temporary thing. It’s expensive to rent spotlights and operators, not to mention the electrical power required. And the lights themselves are probably booked for a supermarket opening somewhere. But many in the city hope that whatever replaces the World Trade Center has some sort of memorial not unlike the towers of light — something that New Yorkers can look toward the skies to navigate by, a constant reminder of the monstrosity inflicted on the city and the nation.

 

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