Answer: None.
The story treats Joey Marchy's Urban Jacksonville as if it was the area's first blog:
Approaching its first anniversary, this is possibly the oldest ongoing blog in Jacksonville.
The piece missed all of the well-established Jacksonville bloggers who've been publishing for many years.
Joe Dougherty, an outspoken Jacksonville conservative who worked for years at a federal defense agency, began Attaboy in January 2003, where he puts an acerbic personal spin on current events and topics like the Jacksonville Jaguars. Quoted by Howard Kurtz in the Washington Post, Daugherty's takes on the 2004 presidential race never failed to irritate the hell out of me, and I mean that in the nicest way possible.
Dave Rogers, a retired Navy commander in Ponte Vedra Beach, started his Groundhog Day blog in 1999. A Mac devotee who made a first-day pilgrimage to the St. Johns Town Center Apple Store, Rogers offers a thoughtful mix of technology, philosophy and personal ruminations.
Todd Smith, who began SharkBitten in St. Augustine in 2003, take an off-the-beaten-path look at Americana music, an intriguing corner of the music world that gets no play on mainstream radio, and journals his newly formed band Doc Wheat.
Velociworld, launched by the pseudonymous Velociman in the same year, gives obscene and funny takes on the world as it looks from Fruit Cove. His endorsement of St. Johns Sheriff David Shoar in 2005 gives you a taste of what the site offers:
I met the Sheriff when he was campaigning last summer. Great guy. Stopped by the house, we chewed the fat for 45 minutes or so, I greased him a contribution. The incumbent wasn't running again, and this guy had a great resume.
Of course, we talked like many people in southern or rural areas talk. You make eye contact when you address each other, then you look down, at the ground, and spit in the grass, and rub it absent-mindedly with the toe of your shoe. As if to say, I enjoy your company, but not that much. I ain't gay, trucklehead! Talk, spit, rub. Had many a conversation doing that.
Local bloggers also include Kevin and Melissa Story, Jacksonville residents (until recently) who blogged his military enlistment, their marraige, the birth of their daughter and his recent deployment to the Middle East; OceanGuy's Somewhere on A1A; Jacksonville ER doc William Ernoehazy Jr.'s De Doc's Doings; Microsoft developer Andrew Connell's blog; and Jeff Miller's Catholic-themed Curt Jester. All of which have been around considerably longer than a year.
There's some ego at stake here, since my own eight-year-old Workbench was omitted in spite of creating an international incident with the Vatican last year and I'm the author of two books on blogging. But I hoped the local daily would eventually find out that a vibrant blogging community had sprung up here, and I'd like to see writers like Dougherty, Rogers and Smith get some recognition.
Shortly after I moved to Jacksonville in 1997, I began working from home and lost the opportunity to learn my way around the area from coworkers, so I sought out and began reading the local bloggers for their take on the area.
Seeing the Times-Union miss this community -- while giving props to precocious "we are the new media" newbies with sites launched as recently as April -- is the kind of agita-inducing media moment that drives a person to start his own blog.
Some Retort readers object to a headline I gave an incredible Houston Chronicle story this weekend on immigrants so desperate to get here they cross the Arizona desert:
More than 200 migrants died in Arizona's desert borderlands in 2005. More than 100 have been found dead so far this year, Hoover said. And the peak killing season -- the scorching summer months when temperatures hit 110 and higher -- has only just begun.
Even with the humanitarians' supplies, the migrants' water almost always runs out. And without water in this desert, a person gets into very bad trouble, very quickly.
Sweat dries and saliva disappears. Moisture-deprived blood thickens in the veins and runs to the brain, trying to protect it. Dizziness, dementia, debilitating cramps. Water-deprived organs wither, cook inside the body, collapse.
They claim that the Retort headline, Arizona's Desert Kills Hundreds of Immigrants, has a word missing:
we are so politically correct that "illegal" while being a totally correct description is considered slanderous. It is a good point that the papers won't even call them illegals, call a duck a duck.
I left out the word because it seemed pretty honking obvious that legal immigrants aren't risking the most miserable death imaginable to get here. The Chronicle made the same decision.
Over the past 90 days, I've had to make this editorial judgment on the following stories:
Avoiding the terms "illegal alien" and "undocumented immigrant" is a no-brainer, since both are loaded phrases that clearly take sides. But the use of "illegal immigrants" all the time also feels like spin -- an effort to ensure that Americans differentiate between these law-breaking law breakers who break our laws and the millions of law-abiding immigrants who arrived by legal means (word to my great-grandmother).
One problem with their premise, as I see it, is that the line between legal and illegal immigration in this country is often as slim and capricious as wet foot/dry foot, a policy that gives ocean-crossing Cubans a swift path to citizenship if they touch foot on a Florida beach and deports them if they linger offshore for a little bodysurfing.
Last year, 15 Cubans reached land on an abandoned bridge piling in the Florida Keys, but were sent back when the island was kicked out of the United States.
... the American government concluded that because the piling holding the section of the bridge in which they disembarked was no longer connected to the mainland at either end, they had wet feet. As a result, they were all repatriated.
Looking over the Retort headlines, there's two that are short one word: "Immigrants Wary of Guest Worker Program" and "1982 Ruling Opened Schools to Immigrants' Children." Both apply only to undoc-, er, illegal immigrants and should have made that clear.
But as a general rule, I think it's more fair for headline writers to look for reasons to omit "illegal" than to find ways to keep it in.
During a recent road trip the kids and I stormed two geek stores: Lone Star Comics in Dallas and Cosmic Cat Comics in Tallahassee. This is a foolish thing to do, because I have poor impulse control and my sons have a serious Yu-Gi-Oh jones.
The clerk at Lone Star was exceptionally friendly, digging up free comics for the kids and teaching them how to slam Pogs, which are undergoing an attempted revival.
We did $80 damage at Lone Star on cards, comics, manga and a $13 box that contained three pieces of laminated cardboard and two plastic Slammers.
The clerk at Cosmic Cat couldn't have been less friendly if he was channeling Jack Black in High Fidelity.
My son Eli believes that stores that don't stock Yu-Gi-Oh cards are secretly holding out on him, so he interrogates clerks like Mike Wallace working somebody over on 60 Minutes. His favorite technique is to ask a series of similar questions to see if the story changes. Some clerks actually begin to sweat under this fusillade, which always reminds me of his mother.
In a store with no other customers that's part of a run-down shopping center hurting for business, the clerk copped so much attitude that we left without spending a cent.
Thank you, Cosmic Cat Comics!
Mr. Scoble's blog, called Scobleizer, is widely seen as helping to humanise Microsoft and shift its stance from arrogant and aloof to one that is more inclusive and accepting of criticism. It also commented on broader changes in the net world and how they affected the company.
Scoble began his blog around the time he left UserLand Software and deserves credit for using an employee blog launched in obscurity to route around Microsoft's PR firewall and elevate himself into one of the company's best-known names. But now that the Scobleizer has become the Defenestrator, I wonder how much impact his blog really had on Redmond.
Though he's been touted as a direct channel between the user/developer community and Microsoft, Scoble was heavy on ain't-it-cool and light on criticism. Considering my recent experience with a compromised PC, I was curious how much he's said about the company's biggest problem: the long-running inability to make Windows secure, no matter how many times they launch new initiatives to address the issue.
The answer: very little.
Shortly before New Year's Day, Russian crackers began taking over fully patched Windows systems by exploiting a huge security hole in Windows MetaFile (WMF) graphics. All it took to become compromised was to display a graphic, which could occur automatically when a web page was opened, e-mail attachment was indexed or thumbnail images were prepared in a folder. After an exploit for this hole was widely publicized, Microsoft took more than a week to release a patch, even though outside security experts thought it was serious enough to pull all-nighters over the holidays on unofficial fixes:
To the best of my knowledge, over the past 5 years, this rag-tag group of volunteers hasn't asked for your trust: we've earned it. Now we're going to expend some of that hard-earned trust:
This is a bad situation that will only get worse. The very best response that our collective wisdom can create is contained in this advice -- unregister shimgvw.dll and use the unofficial patch.
This was a disaster on multiple levels, beginning with Microsoft's reckless decision to permit executable code in a graphics file format. That's a security nightmare, as the company should have learned six years ago when it permitted executable code in e-mail.
Looking over Scoble's naked conversation during that crisis, he did what software companies always do when they've left users exposed: Pretend it was an act of God, release a patch and cover your ass. If he thought it was a bad idea to put code in graphics or let days pass without a patch, Scoble didn't test his company's acceptance of criticism. His final word on the matter was to quote his brother:
Microsoft is more responsive than people want to give them credit for.
I brought the virus definitions in Norton Anti-Virus up to date and installed Ad-Aware to look for other junk.
As they were running, shortly after midnight the PC began sending hundreds of spams that triggered "Scanning message" dialogs in a Norton program that inspects outgoing e-mail for viruses. The computer was infected with Trojan.Abwiz and had been hijacked by a spammer. Hundreds of spams were being sent each minute until I yanked the DSL cable to stop the deluge.
A post on Spyware Sucks describes a Russian spam operation exploiting some of the other trojan files present on her computer, which included winsub.xml, svcp.csv and taskdir.dll:
What I thought was going to be pretty standard forensics "ok-the-machine-is-infected (yawn) lets-get-it-cleaned, reduce user permissions and give it back" turned out to be anything but. While I was connected to the PC via VNC something bad on that box woke up. A slew of connections were made to Russia right before my eyes and things suddenly got very very interesting. This was very cool - sure, I've seen many reports of infected PCs, and helped users fix their machines from afar using various automated products and analysis logs, but I've never had the chance to be hands on with a real, live, actively pumping spambot
Her PC had both Windows Firewall and Norton Anti-Virus running, though the latter's virus definitions were last updated in January. Neither one stopped this crack, which is reportedly installed by exploiting an Internet Explorer vulnerability. I think I've found and removed the trojans, which weren't gone completely until I got rid of all System Restore backups saved by XP, but I'm tempted to wipe the hard drive and reinstall to make sure.
Because Trojan.Abwiz can update itself and send data such as a keystroke log to other compromised PCs, mom has to change her credit card numbers and review other confidential information that might now be in the hands of identity thieves.
In other news, Microsoft will be releasing 12 security updates on Tuesday.
I appreciate his efforts -- especially considering some of the abuse he took -- but remain unsold on the notion that outsourcing is beneficial to Americans. Seal's clear on the fact that it helps India, of course, but the most he offers us is a platitude that's laid on downsized employees all the time -- you ought to develop skills for another job that'll make you more valuable:
I know many jobs are being lost but there are many new jobs which are being created. A person has to forecast what kind of a job is indispensable and should strive for that to retain one's job. I am absolutely sure that now the time is here where a person cannot relax in his job and must keep adding extra qualifications and training on a regular basis.
No one who offers this advice ever provides an example of an indispensable new job. For geeks like me who gravitate to software development and related professions, I don't see anything that can't be done in places where $15,000 a year buys an aspirational middle class life. When I was 20 in 1987, a computer science degree was a pretty solid path to the American dream. Today, even software project management is being outsourced. What do career counselors tell college freshmen with undeclared majors when they express an interest in programming? They ought to wire their chairs and dispense a corrective electrical shock.
I don't begrudge Seal's people taking their shot at the Indian dream, but I think it's in Americans' self-interest to make outsourcing as expensive as possible.
In April, Information Week reported that the cost-saving benefits of outsourcing are exaggerated:
... while more companies are turning critical IT and business functions like help desk support and customer service over to third parties, who in turn often send the work to subsidiaries in low-cost countries like India or China, they're saving less from the process than is widely believed. In India, programmers and service workers are paid anywhere from 80% to 40% less than their U.S. counterparts. However, the overhead associated with outsourcing appears to be eating up the bulk of those savings. Factoring in transition, legal, advisory, and management costs, outsourcing typically lets a company reduce the expense of a particular function by 15%, TPI says.
A 15 percent savings seems pretty vulnerable, considering the hassles involved in moving a company's labor to the other side of the planet. Americans don't like jobs moving overseas, because the fears of a shrinking middle class are one of the things on which red, blue and purple America agree completely. Companies like Dell are vulnerable to the publicity associated with moving work to India. If outsourcing became the dolphin-unsafe tuna of this decade and that 15 percent savings dropped, it could be extremely tough for workers in places like India to compete with Americans closer to home.
If that happens, I hope Vivek can find new training in something more indispensable.
You all must be surprised to know that the U.K. companies are much more broadminded as compared to the U.S. ones in the accent, name and even the culture of an employee (maybe because of our past).
In fact all the voice-based processes in India are divided into the U.K. and U.S. units. The U.K. ones generally do not require you to choose an alias name or to make your accent British, in fact they let you keep your original name and ask you to try speaking in a neutral accent.
Indian youth just go totally ballistic in choosing an American name. Famous ones are "Mr. Anderson" or "Mr. Smith," more Hollywood names like "Tom", "Will" for the Adams and for the Eves it is "Nicole" or "Marie," etc. They do this so that you people will get a feeling that you are talking to someone American and not some Indian dude.
But as far as I know, many companies are letting the employees use their original names instead of the fake ones. Is it helpful or not is what you people have to analyze. So what do you think: Should the Indian call center executive welcome you with an Indian name like "Mr. Rangaswamy" or with much familiar name to you like "Mr. Smith"?
This post was written by Vivek Seal.