GOOGLE CENTRAL -- June 23, 2010
An American climate activist, who closely follows future scenario
predictions of James Lovelock and others, and who has come up with the
concept
of polar cities for survivors of future climate chaos events in the
distant future, say year 2500 or so, has had his gmail account broken
into and his files for "polar cities" completely deleted from his
gmail account, four years' worth of emails and news links -- 3000 emails and news clips in all.
Danny
Bloom, 61 going on 100, he feels, says he has no idea who did it, but he does know that his
gmail account was hacked a week ago, because Gmail HQ told him and
asked him to make a new password in order to use his account.
What is strange, Bloom says, is that of his 25 miscellaneous files,
only one file was deleted, and that was his file marked POLAR CITIES.
The other 24 files were not
touched.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Polar cities activist crusader files hacked and deleted at gmail account. Who did it and why? Lost and gone forever!
HELP!
I recently had my polar cities climate activist files hacked and deleted on my gmail account, the hackers came in and of my 25 files, only attacked my files marked [polar cities] and inside the file was about 3000 emails and news links from top scientists around the world, both pro and con climate change....and all my other 24 files were left untouched! Not only that, the hackers deleted the 3000 emails and links completely, they did not even go to trash where I might find them, they just disppaeared completely and these include emails, none of them toxic, from Times reporters too, Andy Revkin among them, John Tierney and UK scientist James Lovelock, my entire 4 years of work on polar cities deleted by who? I have tried to contact gmail and no response. The gmail forums help but not enough. I know what happened but now i want to know who did it and where those emails are now and was this a black op from FBI KGB MI5 CIA or just the known opposition of the rightwing denialists. Thing is, I am small potatoes, there is nothing, was nothing, in my files worth looking for.
Since I am am a reporter,.....I aim to track this
down.....I have top contacts with top editors and reporters at
NYTimes, AP reuters CNN and BBC and I am to crack this open, but how?
The info i lost was not important, and nothing was compromised, but
1. an inconvenience and
2. a weird feeling of being violated but by WHOM and whY
3. does this maybe have somethind to do with the Climategate thing in
UK and somehow the paper trail leads to some of my emails?
......what is so weird is that whoever
came in to my account only came to delete my entire 4 years of polar
cities
emails files which include emails from Andy Revkin and James
Lovelock, but NOTHING compromising, so why?
I recently had my polar cities climate activist files hacked and deleted on my gmail account, the hackers came in and of my 25 files, only attacked my files marked [polar cities] and inside the file was about 3000 emails and news links from top scientists around the world, both pro and con climate change....and all my other 24 files were left untouched! Not only that, the hackers deleted the 3000 emails and links completely, they did not even go to trash where I might find them, they just disppaeared completely and these include emails, none of them toxic, from Times reporters too, Andy Revkin among them, John Tierney and UK scientist James Lovelock, my entire 4 years of work on polar cities deleted by who? I have tried to contact gmail and no response. The gmail forums help but not enough. I know what happened but now i want to know who did it and where those emails are now and was this a black op from FBI KGB MI5 CIA or just the known opposition of the rightwing denialists. Thing is, I am small potatoes, there is nothing, was nothing, in my files worth looking for.
Since I am am a reporter,.....I aim to track this
down.....I have top contacts with top editors and reporters at
NYTimes, AP reuters CNN and BBC and I am to crack this open, but how?
The info i lost was not important, and nothing was compromised, but
1. an inconvenience and
2. a weird feeling of being violated but by WHOM and whY
3. does this maybe have somethind to do with the Climategate thing in
UK and somehow the paper trail leads to some of my emails?
......what is so weird is that whoever
came in to my account only came to delete my entire 4 years of polar
cities
emails files which include emails from Andy Revkin and James
Lovelock, but NOTHING compromising, so why?
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Reading on screens is not ''reading'' per se; it is screening ....
It is my hunch that reading
on screens is not "reading" per se, but a new form of human reading,
and I call it "screening" for now until a better word comes down the
line, and it will, someday. Soon. I have been trying to alert the
media and newspapers to this but not one reporter will interview me. I
have contacted Newsweeka and Time and the NYTimes and Atlantic and the
Boston Globe and not one outlet will publish my eccentric views on
this. But watch: future MRI scan studies at Tufts and UCLa will prove
that reading on paper surfaces lights up different parts of our brains
vs when we read on screens and that reading on paper is vastly
superiod for processing of info, retention of info, analysis of info
and critical thinking about the info read. I have no PHD so nobody
listens to me, but let some Times reporter interview Dr Wold and Dr
Tenner and Anne Mangen in Norway, and Paul Saffo and Kevin Kelly and
Marvin Minsky, they all agree with me. The Times will listent to
them. Sharon Begley at Newsweek is writing a big cover story about
this now. As in the New York Times Sunday magazine and Time has a
summer cover on this too. See more at my blogs.
To sum up: reading on screens is not reading per se. it is a new form
of human reading, vastly inferior to paper reading. but what does this
mean for the future of civilization and does anybody care? I do.
on screens is not "reading" per se, but a new form of human reading,
and I call it "screening" for now until a better word comes down the
line, and it will, someday. Soon. I have been trying to alert the
media and newspapers to this but not one reporter will interview me. I
have contacted Newsweeka and Time and the NYTimes and Atlantic and the
Boston Globe and not one outlet will publish my eccentric views on
this. But watch: future MRI scan studies at Tufts and UCLa will prove
that reading on paper surfaces lights up different parts of our brains
vs when we read on screens and that reading on paper is vastly
superiod for processing of info, retention of info, analysis of info
and critical thinking about the info read. I have no PHD so nobody
listens to me, but let some Times reporter interview Dr Wold and Dr
Tenner and Anne Mangen in Norway, and Paul Saffo and Kevin Kelly and
Marvin Minsky, they all agree with me. The Times will listent to
them. Sharon Begley at Newsweek is writing a big cover story about
this now. As in the New York Times Sunday magazine and Time has a
summer cover on this too. See more at my blogs.
To sum up: reading on screens is not reading per se. it is a new form
of human reading, vastly inferior to paper reading. but what does this
mean for the future of civilization and does anybody care? I do.
Mitch Moxley, Canadian writer in China: "Rent a Canadian Caucasian Man" -- true story of life among expats in Taiwan and China
http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2010/07/rent-a-white-guy/8119
Rent a Caucasian Canadian Man
Confessions of a ''fake'' businessman from Beijing
By Mitch Moxley (who does not answer his email apparently)....[smile]
Not long ago I was offered work as a quality-control expert with an American company in China I’d never heard of. No experience necessary—which was good, because I had none. I’d be paid $1,000 for a week, put up in a fancy hotel, and wined and dined in Dongying, an industrial city in Shandong province I’d also never heard of. The only requirements were a fair complexion and a suit.
“I call these things ‘White Guy in a Tie’ events,” a Canadian friend of a friend named Jake told me during the recruitment pitch he gave me in Beijing, where I live. “Basically, you put on a suit, shake some hands, and make some money. We’ll be in ‘quality control,’ but nobody’s gonna be doing any quality control. You in?”
I was.
And so I became a fake businessman in China, an often lucrative gig for underworked expatriates here. One friend, an American who works in film, was paid to represent a Canadian company and give a speech espousing a low-carbon future. Another was flown to Shanghai to act as a seasonal-gifts buyer. Recruiting fake businessmen is one way to create the image—particularly, the image of connection—that Chinese companies crave. My Chinese-language tutor, at first aghast about how much we were getting paid, put it this way: “Having foreigners in nice suits gives the company face.”
Six of us met at the Beijing airport, where Jake briefed us on the details. We were supposedly representing a California-based company that was building a facility in Dongying. Our responsibilities would include making daily trips to the construction site, attending a ribbon-cutting ceremony, and hobnobbing. During the ceremony, one of us would have to give a speech as the company’s director. That duty fell to my friend Ernie, who, in his late 30s, was the oldest of our group. His business cards had already been made.
Dongying was home to Sun Tzu, the author of The Art of War, and that’s just about all it has going for it. The landscape is dry and bleak, with factories in all directions. We were met at the airport by Ken, a young Canadian of Taiwanese extraction with a brush cut and leather jacket, whose company, we were told, had been subcontracted to manage the project.
The lobby at our hotel was dimly lit and smelled like bad seafood. “At least we have a nice view,” Ernie deadpanned as he opened the drapes in our room to reveal a scrap yard. A truck had been stripped for parts, and old tires were heaped into a pile. A dog yelped.
Ken drove us to the company’s temporary offices: small rooms with cement floors and metal walls arranged around a courtyard. We toured the facility, which built high-tech manufacturing equipment, then returned to the office and sat for hours. Across the courtyard, we could hear Ernie rehearsing his speech.
The next morning was the official ribbon-cutting ceremony. A stage and red carpet had been set up near the construction site. Pretty girls in red dragon-patterned dresses greeted visitors, and Chinese pop blared from loudspeakers. Down the street, police in yellow vests directed traffic. The mayor was there with other local dignitaries, and so were TV cameras and reporters. We stood in the front row wearing suits, safety vests, and hard hats. As we waited for the ceremony to begin, a foreman standing beside me barked at workers still visible on the construction site. They scurried behind the scaffolding.
“Are you the boss?” I asked him.
He looked at me quizzically. “You’re the boss.”
Actually, Ernie was the boss. After a brief introduction, “Director” Ernie delivered his speech before the hundred or so people in attendance. He boasted about the company’s long list of international clients and emphasized how happy we were to be working on such an important project. When the speech was over, confetti blasted over the stage, fireworks popped above the dusty field beside us, and Ernie posed for a photo with the mayor.
For the next few days, we sat in the office swatting flies and reading magazines, purportedly high-level employees of a U.S. company that, I later discovered, didn’t really exist. We were so important, in fact, that two of the guys were hired to stay for eight months (to be fair, they actually then received quality-control training).
“Lots happening,” Ken told me. “We need people for a week every month. It’ll be better next time, too. We’ll have new offices.” He paused before adding: “Bring a computer. You can watch movies all day.”
Copyright © 2010 by The Atlantic Monthly Group. All Rights Reserved
Rent a Caucasian Canadian Man
Confessions of a ''fake'' businessman from Beijing
By Mitch Moxley (who does not answer his email apparently)....[smile]
Not long ago I was offered work as a quality-control expert with an American company in China I’d never heard of. No experience necessary—which was good, because I had none. I’d be paid $1,000 for a week, put up in a fancy hotel, and wined and dined in Dongying, an industrial city in Shandong province I’d also never heard of. The only requirements were a fair complexion and a suit.
“I call these things ‘White Guy in a Tie’ events,” a Canadian friend of a friend named Jake told me during the recruitment pitch he gave me in Beijing, where I live. “Basically, you put on a suit, shake some hands, and make some money. We’ll be in ‘quality control,’ but nobody’s gonna be doing any quality control. You in?”
I was.
And so I became a fake businessman in China, an often lucrative gig for underworked expatriates here. One friend, an American who works in film, was paid to represent a Canadian company and give a speech espousing a low-carbon future. Another was flown to Shanghai to act as a seasonal-gifts buyer. Recruiting fake businessmen is one way to create the image—particularly, the image of connection—that Chinese companies crave. My Chinese-language tutor, at first aghast about how much we were getting paid, put it this way: “Having foreigners in nice suits gives the company face.”
Six of us met at the Beijing airport, where Jake briefed us on the details. We were supposedly representing a California-based company that was building a facility in Dongying. Our responsibilities would include making daily trips to the construction site, attending a ribbon-cutting ceremony, and hobnobbing. During the ceremony, one of us would have to give a speech as the company’s director. That duty fell to my friend Ernie, who, in his late 30s, was the oldest of our group. His business cards had already been made.
Dongying was home to Sun Tzu, the author of The Art of War, and that’s just about all it has going for it. The landscape is dry and bleak, with factories in all directions. We were met at the airport by Ken, a young Canadian of Taiwanese extraction with a brush cut and leather jacket, whose company, we were told, had been subcontracted to manage the project.
The lobby at our hotel was dimly lit and smelled like bad seafood. “At least we have a nice view,” Ernie deadpanned as he opened the drapes in our room to reveal a scrap yard. A truck had been stripped for parts, and old tires were heaped into a pile. A dog yelped.
Ken drove us to the company’s temporary offices: small rooms with cement floors and metal walls arranged around a courtyard. We toured the facility, which built high-tech manufacturing equipment, then returned to the office and sat for hours. Across the courtyard, we could hear Ernie rehearsing his speech.
The next morning was the official ribbon-cutting ceremony. A stage and red carpet had been set up near the construction site. Pretty girls in red dragon-patterned dresses greeted visitors, and Chinese pop blared from loudspeakers. Down the street, police in yellow vests directed traffic. The mayor was there with other local dignitaries, and so were TV cameras and reporters. We stood in the front row wearing suits, safety vests, and hard hats. As we waited for the ceremony to begin, a foreman standing beside me barked at workers still visible on the construction site. They scurried behind the scaffolding.
“Are you the boss?” I asked him.
He looked at me quizzically. “You’re the boss.”
Actually, Ernie was the boss. After a brief introduction, “Director” Ernie delivered his speech before the hundred or so people in attendance. He boasted about the company’s long list of international clients and emphasized how happy we were to be working on such an important project. When the speech was over, confetti blasted over the stage, fireworks popped above the dusty field beside us, and Ernie posed for a photo with the mayor.
For the next few days, we sat in the office swatting flies and reading magazines, purportedly high-level employees of a U.S. company that, I later discovered, didn’t really exist. We were so important, in fact, that two of the guys were hired to stay for eight months (to be fair, they actually then received quality-control training).
“Lots happening,” Ken told me. “We need people for a week every month. It’ll be better next time, too. We’ll have new offices.” He paused before adding: “Bring a computer. You can watch movies all day.”
Copyright © 2010 by The Atlantic Monthly Group. All Rights Reserved
Paul Horan - haiku - "Evolution's both baby steps and leaps and bounds; let's enjoy this dance."
Evolution's both
"baby steps" and "leaps & bounds";
let's enjoy this dance.
"baby steps" and "leaps & bounds";
let's enjoy this dance.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
PETA Asks Polar Cities Project to Stock Future Survival Shelters With Vegan Food
NEW YORK, June 1, 2010
People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA)
recently sent a letter to Polar Cities Project director Danny Bloom
urging him to serve only meat-free, dairy-free, and egg-free food in
his proposed network of polar city climate refugee survival bunkers.
PETA's request follows reports that Bloom is advocating the
construction of 144 polar cities across the northern regions where
about 200,000 people can seek refuge from climate chaos catastrophes
in the distant future, should the need arise. In the letter, PETA
points out that vegans are fitter and trimmer, on average, than
meat-eaters and less threatened by leading killers such as heart
attacks and cancer. Bloom hopes to construct 144 polar cities in
Alaska, Canada, Russia, Norway, Greenland and Iceland, in addition to
polar cities in New Zealand and Tasmania in the southern hemisphere."Whether you live in an underground bunker or a penthouse suite, the
best way to ensure that you'll still be around as a polar city
resident in the distant future is to ditch meat and go vegan," PETA
said. "By maintaining a vegan diet, the bunkered polar city climate
chaos survivors would be in better shape to adapt to their
post-apocalyptic world and would help put an end to the doomsday
scenarios that animals on factory farms and in slaughterhouses face
every day."
PETA added: "In a post-apocalyptic world of polar cities, it will be
crucial to ensure that the surviving members of the human race are
healthy. To ensure this, we urge you to require that poalr city
shelters be stocked exclusively with vegan food. Polar cities may
protect inhabitants from climate chaos in the distant future, but if
residents are dining on fat- and cholesterol-laden meat, eggs, and
dairy products, they're at a higher risk to keel over from heart
disease, cancer, or diabetes before the fallout clears. Vegans are 50
percent less likely to develop heart disease, have 40 percent of the
cancer rate of meat-eaters, and live an average of six to 10 years
longer than meat-eaters do. A vegan diet is the best way to ensure
that those in polar cities emerge healthy and strong."
"Stocking up on vegan foods would also protect animals from enduring
the horrors of modern factory farms, where every day is doomsday: They
are crammed by the thousands into filthy windowless sheds, gestation
crates, and wire cages so small that they can't even turn around or
lift a wing. Many have their throats cut and are scalded alive at
slaughterhouses. Won't you please offer in your plans for polar city
residents -- and for animals -- total protection by serving healthy
and humane vegan cuisine? Shelf-stable soymilk, tofurky jerky, and
other protein-packed vegan staples like beans and peanut butter will
last longer. too. Thank you for your consideration and best wishes for
a safe and healthy future."
LINK:
http://pcillu101.blogspot.com
People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA)
recently sent a letter to Polar Cities Project director Danny Bloom
urging him to serve only meat-free, dairy-free, and egg-free food in
his proposed network of polar city climate refugee survival bunkers.
PETA's request follows reports that Bloom is advocating the
construction of 144 polar cities across the northern regions where
about 200,000 people can seek refuge from climate chaos catastrophes
in the distant future, should the need arise. In the letter, PETA
points out that vegans are fitter and trimmer, on average, than
meat-eaters and less threatened by leading killers such as heart
attacks and cancer. Bloom hopes to construct 144 polar cities in
Alaska, Canada, Russia, Norway, Greenland and Iceland, in addition to
polar cities in New Zealand and Tasmania in the southern hemisphere."Whether you live in an underground bunker or a penthouse suite, the
best way to ensure that you'll still be around as a polar city
resident in the distant future is to ditch meat and go vegan," PETA
said. "By maintaining a vegan diet, the bunkered polar city climate
chaos survivors would be in better shape to adapt to their
post-apocalyptic world and would help put an end to the doomsday
scenarios that animals on factory farms and in slaughterhouses face
every day."
PETA added: "In a post-apocalyptic world of polar cities, it will be
crucial to ensure that the surviving members of the human race are
healthy. To ensure this, we urge you to require that poalr city
shelters be stocked exclusively with vegan food. Polar cities may
protect inhabitants from climate chaos in the distant future, but if
residents are dining on fat- and cholesterol-laden meat, eggs, and
dairy products, they're at a higher risk to keel over from heart
disease, cancer, or diabetes before the fallout clears. Vegans are 50
percent less likely to develop heart disease, have 40 percent of the
cancer rate of meat-eaters, and live an average of six to 10 years
longer than meat-eaters do. A vegan diet is the best way to ensure
that those in polar cities emerge healthy and strong."
"Stocking up on vegan foods would also protect animals from enduring
the horrors of modern factory farms, where every day is doomsday: They
are crammed by the thousands into filthy windowless sheds, gestation
crates, and wire cages so small that they can't even turn around or
lift a wing. Many have their throats cut and are scalded alive at
slaughterhouses. Won't you please offer in your plans for polar city
residents -- and for animals -- total protection by serving healthy
and humane vegan cuisine? Shelf-stable soymilk, tofurky jerky, and
other protein-packed vegan staples like beans and peanut butter will
last longer. too. Thank you for your consideration and best wishes for
a safe and healthy future."
LINK:
http://pcillu101.blogspot.com
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