Month: July 2017
Clover is a Border Collie, which means that chasing and herding are as instinctual to her as barking and tail wagging. That dog will herd anything as long as it's only slightly bigger than she. She chases the Boy around the yard, nipping at his ankles, then crouching down in front of him as soon as he stops.
Apparently, it's the same with basketballs and soccer balls.
This is a short piece about a recent experience I had online. I am thinking about using it as part of my curriculum for assessing internet information information. I knew from the start, before clicking on the link, that it was bogus, but since my audience will be thirteen-year-olds, I took a step-by-step approach as if each little discovery slowly confirmed my suspicions.
I recently saw a link in social media to an article that made me raise my eyebrows considerably.
http://www.truthandaction.org/nasa-admits-spraying-lithium-into-the-atmosphere/
I've heard about conn trails and the suggestion that it's some government agency spraying chemicals on a hapless population, but I wondered: In what context did NASA admit this? Was it a news conference? Will there be a video in the article with an official NASA spokesperson admitting this? Will there be a document from NASA?
I read the article and found it lacking from the opening paragraph.
New evidence emerged this week regarding NASA spraying unusual substances into the atmosphere. Officials state these chemicals are “harmless to the environment”. But the real question we need to be asking is, are these substances safe for humans?
Notice: the article cites "new evidence" but never supplies that evidence. Instead it simply summarizes the purported evidence. There's a quote that lacks any attribution whatsoever: these chemicals are "harmless to the environment." The quotation marks indicate that it is a direct quote from some source, but that source is never named or even explained. A search of the exact phrase "harmless to the environment" provides "about 2,230,000 results" from Google (source) and 306,000,000 results from Bing (source). So even if this is a direct quote, there's no telling where it came from.
Next, the paragraph lists as their authority unnamed "officials." Who are these officials? Are they insiders acting as whistle blowers? How many officials exactly are there?
The rest of the article continues in a similar vein, without listing a single source or providing anything beyond commentary.
But truth be told, I had my doubts from the beginning. The moment the page loaded, I was suspicious.
Three ads in the top fourth of the page? I immediately began thinking that this was a web site set up by one individual simply to earn money from ads. The fact that this is a WordPress.com site (See the WP logo in the clipped fragment at the top? WordPress, which also runs this site, automatically adds that if it is a site it hosts.) also makes me wonder that this might just be an ad-farm site set up by one individual. Whois confirmed this:
The domain is registered by one Bill McIntosh. he's also the admin contact and the tech contact. I know from personal experience that when one registers a domain name, there is an option to include as admin contact and tech contact the same data supplied for the registrant contact. Most news organizations have very different data for this.
Here's CNN's registration information.
And here's Fox News's registration information:
Very different indeed.
Who is this "Bill McIntosh" behind Truth and Action? It's not immediately obvious, and it's not very easy to find out. What are his credentials? Who has he hired to work for him?
This too is questionable because there is a link suggesting that readers themselves can "report for" the web site. This suggests that just about anyone can write something for this site.
Finally, there's the other content on the site itself. Articles include
Applying a little background knowledge, it becomes clear that this is a site that peddles conspiracy theories as its main fare.
I commented to the original poster,
And the source? A document? A press conference? What about the web site itself? Who's saying this? Do they have any credentials at all or is it Joe Blow in his basement making money off the ads for this site?
The poster replied that she was "just passing info" and pointed out that she "did not voice an opinion." Pointing out that "person is free to do their own research" she encouraged me to "research for yourself please." And so I did. What I found was confirmation of my initial suspicions: nothing but nonsense.
The question, though, is whether or not this is "info." If its on the internet, is it automatically "info"?
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In our town. I ride by bike to school on the back road he takes to escape. I can tell by the light, by where the sun is, that it's early morning. I could have been pedaling down that road at that moment, but I wasn't -- I would have remembered such stupidity in our little town.
This is the view from the house in which Babcia grew up.
It took them a while, but eventually they wore me down. I knew they would. When everyone in your family wants a dog but you, you realize that you can only resist for so long. I had one criterion: it must be a smart dog. A really smart dog. That, for me, ruled out mutts: there’s no telling what kind of genes they’ve got. So if you’re going to get a dog with the criterion of it being smart, why not just move to the top of the hierarchy and get a Border Collie?
K began the process while the kids and I were still in Poland. She looked about on Craig’s List for something, and while she was able to find Pit bulls by the dozen, BCs were almost non-existent. A colleague at work has BCs and put K in contact with the woman from whom she’d gotten her dogs.
“Do you happen to have a litter now?”
As a matter of fact, five puppies were available. Then four. Then three. So yesterday we drove three hours to meet the BC lady and her husband and picked out a lovely little girl with an asymmetrical strip down her face and the sweetest eyes ever seen on a dog.
Bringing her home was like bringing home E or L as a newborn: there was not a lot of sleeping in the house. Clover — and it’s a minor miracle we all agreed on a name — was traumatized, having lost her mother and all her siblings as well as her known, comfortable environment and owners in one instant. There was a lot of whimpering and cowering. But the sun eventually rose and we were soon all outside with the dog, laughing at her silliness.
The changes in the last twenty-four hours have been more significant than I would have ever expected. I, for one, have gone from being a lukewarm participant in the process to an enthusiastic dog owner willing to show off our little darling to whomever we can. The Girl got up at six on a Sunday morning in order to take Clover out.
And our house is developing the unmistakable scent of dog.
I forget about it before every visit, but it’s the one thing I have the most trouble adjusting to when going to Poland in the summer: the sun rises ridiculously early. Part of this is because of how far north Poland is, and part of it is how far east it lies in its time zone.
When we arrived, the sky was turning bright well before four and the sun was shining brightly by a little after four. For someone like me who has great difficulty falling asleep when there’s significant light at all, this sleep blinders or some creative alternative.
This morning, I woke up, saw that there was no light coming through the window, remembered I was back in America, and realized I had no idea what time it was. I was fairly well-rested and didn’t feel as if I’d awakened after a short doze. If I woke up like that in Poland, I would know it was probably two or three in the morning.
I glanced at my watch and seeing that it was six thirty, realized I probably wouldn’t be going back to sleep. For my body, it was noon. Sure, I’d going to bed at something like five in the morning body time, but I guess noon was the latest I could sleep. And the same went for L. And for E. Which meant that it soon enough meant the same for K.
We always leave with such mixed feelings. On the one hand, everyone is looking forward to a return to normal rituals in normal places -- to a return home, in short. And yet, who really wants to leave Babcia? Who wants to leave a place filled with incredible paths for bike riding and adventures around every corner? Who wants to leave a place that is at the same time comfortably known and yet always new?
The final evening is filled with those bitter-sweet moments. We say goodbye to so many people, and we stand in the cool evening, kids playing, and chat as if it were just a normal evening in a normal summer -- nothing out of the ordinary. Just friends and family catching up on old and new times.
We all pretend it's just another departure, but it never is. A lot can change in two years. The little girl that L began treating like a little sister -- playing with her, protecting her, hugging her -- will no longer be the little girl she is. She'll be closer to E's current age. The neighbor girl L played with will be well into her mid-teens and perhaps not so thrilled about hanging out with a twelve-year-old.
All of this weighs heavy on Babcia, but she doesn't really say that much. Occasionally she comments on how sad it all is, running off back to the States after such a "short" visit. It's tough on her, I'm sure, returning to a virtually empty house, with just the regular noclegi guests, but she keeps it mostly to herself.
We go to bed a little worried about connections tomorrow. We arrive in Munich with only an hour and fifteen minutes to make our connection. In the past we had hours. Now, we're cutting it terribly close. There are certain advantages to that: we don't have to get up before we go to sleep in order to make the hour-and-a-half drive to Krakow. Yet that buffer -- I'm a little worried having kids in tow. Still, if we land on time, we should make it.