Mar 30, 2012

A Strange & Bitter Cry


 
One thing about living in a racist country like the United States is that one is constantly in shock. Just when you think something can't get any worse than what you've heard or seen, it invariably does, especially for the marginalized. There are many examples - from the handling of Hurricane Katrina victims to the lopsided system of justice- that gives one more than enough evidence of the dismal plight of being a person of color in America. It's a vexing situation. One feels the "double consciousness" W.E.B Dubois once spoke of as one engages with the juggernaut of history in its multiple, interconnecting streams (i.e  politics, culture, law, economics, education, religion, science, etc) in the quest for understanding, meaning & a sense of place. Sometimes it seems as if we're eons ahead of our parent's generation & riding the crest of change to more exciting horizons. And sometimes the noose of history drags us back in time & it feels like nothing has changed. Right now as I write this, it feels as if we've been tossed back in time -  The legacy of Dred Scott  stalks the landscape. The ghost of Emmit Till hovers. The words of Malcolm & Martin reverberate. It's the post-Reconstruction era all over again.


This land is filled to overflowing with the most tragic and saddest tales you can ever imagine....Here's a short list (I'll leave it up to you to connect the dots): Trayvon Martin, Troy Davis, Danroy “DJ” Henry, Sean Bell, Amadou Diallo, Patrick Dorismond, Ousmane Zongo, Tim Stansbury, Oscar Grant, Orlando Barlow, Niles Meservey, Aaron Campbell, Victor Steen, Steven Eugene Washington, Kiwane Carrington, Kendra James, James Jahar Perez, Jose Mejia Poot, Deandre Brunston, Aiyana Jones, John Patrick Leaf, Michael Lee Nida, Travis McNeill, Arthur McDuffie, DeCarlos Moore, Stephon Watts, Ariston Waiters......& this just in...Kenneth Chamberlain.. &   Anna Brown.....One can hear, in the distance, the plaintive cry of Billie Holliday, "...Here is fruit for the crows to pluck....For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck...For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop...Here is a strange and bitter cry".

 How many more deaths will it take before we realize that there is something more sinister & deeply disturbing at play here?



 Being politically active against injustice should not be a trending topic but a lifetime mission~Anslem Samuel

OneLove

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Mar 28, 2012

Skin Deep



(Continue here)


Also check out Nina Jablonski's break down of the origin of "races"....





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Poet's Nook: "Intimate Hymn" by Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel


































From word to word I roam, from dawn to dusk.
Dream in, dream out — I pass myself and towns,
A human satellite.

I wait, am hopeful, as one who waits at the rock
For the spring to well forth and ever well on.
I feel as bright as if I tented somewhere in the Milky Way.
To urge the world to feel I walk through lonesome solitudes.

All around me lightning explodes sparks from my glance
To reveal all light, unveil faces everywhere.
Godward, onward to the final weighing
overcoming heavy weight with thirst.
Constantly, the longings of all born call out, “Is anyone around?”
I know each one is HE, but in my heart there writhes a tear;
When of men and rocks and trees I hear;
All plead “Feel us”
All beg “See us”
God! Lend me your eyes!

I came to be, to sow the seed of sight in the world,
To unmask the God who disguised Himself as world–
And yes, I wait to be the first to announce “The Dawn.”

(- from “Human, God’s Ineffable Name,” by Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel
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Mar 26, 2012

Who Is The Nigger?




".....what you say about somebody else, anybody else, reveals you. What I think of you as being is dictated by my own necessities, my own psychology, my own fears and desires. I’m not describing you when I talk about you; I’m describing me.

Now here in this country we have something called a ‘nigger’, who doesn’t in such terms, I beg you to remark, exist in any other country in the world. We have invented the ‘nigger’. I didn’t invent him. White people invented him.


I’ve always known, I had to know by the time I was 17-years-old, that what you were describing was not me, and what you were afraid of was not me. It had to be something else. You had invented it, so it had to be something you were afraid of and you invested me with.


And if that’s so, no matter what you’ve done to me, I can say to you this, and I mean it, I know you can’t do any more and I’ve got nothing to lose. And I know, and I’ve always known, and really always, that’s part of the agony, I’ve always known that I’m not a ‘nigger.’


But if I am not the ‘nigger', and if it’s true that your invention reveals you, then who is the ‘nigger’?


I am not the victim here.


I know one thing from another. I was born, I’m gonna suffer, and I’m gonna to die. So the only way you can get through life is to know the worst things about it. I know that... I was personally more important than anything else, anything else. I learned this because I had to learn it. But you still think, I gather, that the ‘nigger’ is necessary. But he’s unnecessary to me, so he must be necessary to you.


 I give you your problem back. You’re the ‘nigger’, baby, it isn’t me."


Dammnnnnn!!!! 

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Mar 23, 2012

The Love Competition


Quite an interesting study on the neurochemical nature of love. Although this is really cool stuff, I can't help but feel a little antsy about science venturing into the most precious aspect of what makes us human. Like other studies that started off with fascinating discoveries only to dovetail into sinister machinations (like the splitting of the atom to nuclear weapons or fascinating DNA studies that evolved to bioengineered food), one should remain wary of the motives & ends of this 'love study'- freakishly Frankensteinian cyborgs able to love via human neurochemical infusions may be on the horizon - who knows.




OneLove


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Musings

Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. 

It will not lead you astray.


—Rumi
 
 
 
 
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Poet's Nook: "A Lesson In Drawing" by Nizar Qabbani

My son places his paint box in front of me
and asks me to draw a bird for him.
Into the color gray I dip the brush
and draw a square with locks and bars.
Astonishment fills his eyes:
'… But this is a prison, Father,
Don't you know, how to draw a bird?'
And I tell him: 'Son, forgive me.
I've forgotten the shapes of birds.'

My son puts the drawing book in front of me
and asks me to draw a wheatstalk.
I hold the pen
and draw a gun.
My son mocks my ignorance,
demanding,
'Don't you know, Father, the difference between a
wheatstalk and a gun?'
I tell him, 'Son,
once I used to know the shapes of wheatstalks
the shape of the loaf
the shape of the rose
But in this hardened time
the trees of the forest have joined
the militia men
and the rose wears dull fatigues
In this time of armed wheatstalks
armed birds
armed culture
and armed religion
you can't buy a loaf
without finding a gun inside
you can't pluck a rose in the field
without its raising its thorns in your face
you can't buy a book
that doesn't explode between your fingers.'

My son sits at the edge of my bed
and asks me to recite a poem,
A tear falls from my eyes onto the pillow.
My son licks it up, astonished, saying:
'But this is a tear, father, not a poem!'
And I tell him:
'When you grow up, my son,
and read the diwan of Arabic poetry
you'll discover that the word and the tear are twins
and the Arabic poem
is no more than a tear wept by writing fingers.'

My son lays down his pens, his crayon box in
front of me
and asks me to draw a homeland for him.
The brush trembles in my hands
and I sink, weeping. 



(More  Nizar Qabbani poems here)


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Mar 22, 2012

Musings

Our real enemies are not those living in a distant land whose names or policies we don't understand; The real enemy is a system that wages war when it's profitable, the CEOs who lay us off our jobs when it's profitable, the Insurance Companies who deny us Health care when it's profitable, the Banks who take away our homes when it's profitable. Our enemies are not several hundred thousands away. They are right here in front of us
- Mike Prysner

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Industrial Civilization At The Crossroads



(We're all screwed if we continue to allow the powerful few to run roughshod over our lives & planet...We need to step our game up folks & break our collective foot off in some uppity ass!)

Stay tuned....


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MME's (Double) Jam Of The Day




Ah yeah!! These cuts take me back to '95 when classic soul was fusing with highly creative/experimental R&B to create something we now term as "neosoul". This cut was right there on the border between the two genres. With their tight harmonies & impressive vocal range, Asante was killin' 'em back in '95 with "Look What You've Done", but this was to be their only commercial hit, unfortunately. The album it was lifted from, "In Asante Mode", was quite good so I was surprised/disappointed when their follow up songs never gained traction, like the Curtis Mayfield remake "People Get Ready" or the Isley's "Don't Say Goodnight". That's show business, I guess.


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Mar 21, 2012

The Existential Guilt of Trayvon Martin




Many of us are still in mourning over the cold-blooded murder of  17-year-old Trayvon Martin whose "crime" was his mere existence. I am all too familiar with America's deeply racist & violent history towards people of color. From the moment African slaves set their traumatized souls on to the blood-stained soil of a stolen land to the burning down of entire towns by mobs of white people  to the night raids & lynchings of innocent black people up to the present moment of police brutality & unfair, draconian sentencing laws, black people in America --particularly those in the inner city - have been under siege & under constant threat of annihilation.  The tragic killing of Trayvon Martin is but a continuation of a poisoned mindset of a wayward nation. It reminds me somewhat of the brutal murder of a young Emmit Till  whose life came to a horrific close because of the wrongful accusation of flirting with a white woman which threatened white male dominance in the South. Trayvon, like Emmitt, was young & visiting from out of town when he met his end at the hands of a malevolent, hate-filled animal. Trayvon was accused of....nothing...nothing!. And here is the kicker: the police at the scene "corrected" an eyewitness by telling her it was the murderer who cried for help and not Trayvon (three  additional witnesses said they heard a boy cry for help before shots were fired). Although the police have historically harassed or brutalized black communities across the land - saving their most poisonous venom for the mythic bogeyman of the collective American psyche , the "young, black male predator"- it still strikes a raw nerve when I read about the continuing injustices toward America's darker citizens  who still remain trapped in the prisons of superstitions and suppositions, paranoia and guilt, fear & historical amnesia.

Trayvon Martin - possessing  nothing but a bag of Skittles and a can of iced tea- is dead. This is the face of America underneath the hype & hyperbole of freedom & justice for all. Trayvon is about the same age as my son, so his loss impacts me in a personal way - he could have been my son, your son, anyone's precious son. In the meantime, his murderer is still a "free" man. It would be nothing less than sinful for that bastard Zimmerman to go unpunished, & if the courts can't mete out a severe punishment for his actions, the streets/divine justice most certainly will.


Rest in peace, our good brother.


OneLove


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Mar 20, 2012

Poet's Nook: "In The Deep Woods" by Han Shan


You find a flower half-buried in leaves,
And in your eye its very fate resides.
Loving beauty, you caress the bloom;
Soon enough, you’ll sweep petals from the floor.


Terrible to love the lovely so,
To count your own years, to say “I’m old,”
To see a flower half-buried in leaves
And come face to face with what you are.

.
~   寒山  Han Shan


                                                                          OneLove

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Mar 19, 2012

What Privacy?






Read this article slowly & thoughtfully. It is an article entitled "The NSA Is Building the Country’s Biggest Spy Center (Watch What You Say)" from Wired magazin. Here are some of the highlights:


Under construction by contractors with top-secret clearances, the blandly named Utah Data Center is being built for the National Security Agency. A project of immense secrecy, it is the final piece in a complex puzzle assembled over the past decade. Its purpose: to intercept, decipher, analyze, and store vast swaths of the world’s communications as they zap down from satellites and zip through the underground and undersea cables of international, foreign, and domestic networks. The heavily fortified $2 billion center should be up and running in September 2013. Flowing through its servers and routers and stored in near-bottomless databases will be all forms of communication, including the complete contents of private emails, cell phone calls, and Google searches, as well as all sorts of personal data trails—parking receipts, travel itineraries, bookstore purchases, and other digital “pocket litter.” It is, in some measure, the realization of the “total information awareness” program created during the first term of the Bush administration—an effort that was killed by Congress in 2003 after it caused an outcry over its potential for invading Americans’ privacy.

But “this is more than just a data center,” says one senior intelligence official who until recently was involved with the program. The mammoth Bluffdale center will have another important and far more secret role that until now has gone unrevealed. It is also critical, he says, for breaking codes. And code-breaking is crucial, because much of the data that the center will handle—financial information, stock transactions, business deals, foreign military and diplomatic secrets, legal documents, confidential personal communications—will be heavily encrypted. According to another top official also involved with the program, the NSA made an enormous breakthrough several years ago in its ability to cryptanalyze, or break, unfathomably complex encryption systems employed by not only governments around the world but also many average computer users in the US. The upshot, according to this official: “Everybody’s a target; everybody with communication is a target.”

In the process—and for the first time since Watergate and the other scandals of the Nixon administration—the NSA has turned its surveillance apparatus on the US and its citizens. It has established listening posts throughout the nation to collect and sift through billions of email messages and phone calls, whether they originate within the country or overseas. It has created a supercomputer of almost unimaginable speed to look for patterns and unscramble codes. Finally, the agency has begun building a place to store all the trillions of words and thoughts and whispers captured in its electronic net. And, of course, it’s all being done in secret. To those on the inside, the old adage that NSA stands for Never Say Anything applies more than ever.

A short time later, Inglis arrived in Bluffdale at the site of the future data center, a flat, unpaved runway on a little-used part of Camp Williams, a National Guard training site. There, in a white tent set up for the occasion, Inglis joined Harvey Davis, the agency’s associate director for installations and logistics, and Utah senator Orrin Hatch, along with a few generals and politicians in a surreal ceremony. Standing in an odd wooden sandbox and holding gold-painted shovels, they made awkward jabs at the sand and thus officially broke ground on what the local media had simply dubbed “the spy center.” Hoping for some details on what was about to be built, reporters turned to one of the invited guests, Lane Beattie of the Salt Lake Chamber of Commerce. Did he have any idea of the purpose behind the new facility in his backyard? “Absolutely not,” he said with a self-conscious half laugh. “Nor do I want them spying on me.”

Within days, the tent and sandbox and gold shovels would be gone and Inglis and the generals would be replaced by some 10,000 construction workers. “We’ve been asked not to talk about the project,” Rob Moore, president of Big-D Construction, one of the three major contractors working on the project, told a local reporter. The plans for the center show an extensive security system: an elaborate $10 million antiterrorism protection program, including a fence designed to stop a 15,000-pound vehicle traveling 50 miles per hour, closed-circuit cameras, a biometric identification system, a vehicle inspection facility, and a visitor-control center.

Inside, the facility will consist of four 25,000-square-foot halls filled with servers, complete with raised floor space for cables and storage. In addition, there will be more than 900,000 square feet for technical support and administration. The entire site will be self-sustaining, with fuel tanks large enough to power the backup generators for three days in an emergency, water storage with the capability of pumping 1.7 million gallons of liquid per day, as well as a sewage system and massive air-conditioning system to keep all those servers cool. Electricity will come from the center’s own substation built by Rocky Mountain Power to satisfy the 65-megawatt power demand. Such a mammoth amount of energy comes with a mammoth price tag—about $40 million a year, according to one estimate.
Presenting the Yottabyte, aka 500 quintillion (500,000,000,000,000,000,000) pages of text:
Given the facility’s scale and the fact that a terabyte of data can now be stored on a flash drive the size of a man’s pinky, the potential amount of information that could be housed in Bluffdale is truly staggering. But so is the exponential growth in the amount of intelligence data being produced every day by the eavesdropping sensors of the NSA and other intelligence agencies. As a result of this “expanding array of theater airborne and other sensor networks,” as a 2007 Department of Defense report puts it, the Pentagon is attempting to expand its worldwide communications network, known as the Global Information Grid, to handle yottabytes (1024 bytes) of data. (A yottabyte is a septillion bytes—so large that no one has yet coined a term for the next higher magnitude.)

It needs that capacity because, according to a recent report by Cisco, global Internet traffic will quadruple from 2010 to 2015, reaching 966 exabytes per year. (A million exabytes equal a yottabyte.) In terms of scale, Eric Schmidt, Google’s former CEO, once estimated that the total of all human knowledge created from the dawn of man to 2003 totaled 5 exabytes. And the data flow shows no sign of slowing. In 2011 more than 2 billion of the world’s 6.9 billion people were connected to the Internet. By 2015, market research firm IDC estimates, there will be 2.7 billion users. Thus, the NSA’s need for a 1-million-square-foot data storehouse. Should the agency ever fill the Utah center with a yottabyte of information, it would be equal to about 500 quintillion (500,000,000,000,000,000,000) pages of text.


Summarizing the NSA's entire spy network:



Luckily, we now know, courtesy of yet another whistleblower, who has exposed the NSA's mindblowing efforts at pervasive Big Brotherness:
For the first time, a former NSA official has gone on the record to describe the program, codenamed Stellar Wind, in detail. William Binney was a senior NSA crypto-mathematician largely responsible for automating the agency’s worldwide eavesdropping network. A tall man with strands of black hair across the front of his scalp and dark, determined eyes behind thick-rimmed glasses, the 68-year-old spent nearly four decades breaking codes and finding new ways to channel billions of private phone calls and email messages from around the world into the NSA’s bulging databases. As chief and one of the two cofounders of the agency’s Signals Intelligence Automation Research Center, Binney and his team designed much of the infrastructure that’s still likely used to intercept international and foreign communications.

He explains that the agency could have installed its tapping gear at the nation’s cable landing stations—the more than two dozen sites on the periphery of the US where fiber-optic cables come ashore. If it had taken that route, the NSA would have been able to limit its eavesdropping to just international communications, which at the time was all that was allowed under US law. Instead it chose to put the wiretapping rooms at key junction points throughout the country—large, windowless buildings known as switches—thus gaining access to not just international communications but also to most of the domestic traffic flowing through the US. The network of intercept stations goes far beyond the single room in an AT&T building in San Francisco exposed by a whistle-blower in 2006. “I think there’s 10 to 20 of them,” Binney says. “That’s not just San Francisco; they have them in the middle of the country and also on the East Coast.”

The eavesdropping on Americans doesn’t stop at the telecom switches. To capture satellite communications in and out of the US, the agency also monitors AT&T’s powerful earth stations, satellite receivers in locations that include Roaring Creek and Salt Creek. Tucked away on a back road in rural Catawissa, Pennsylvania, Roaring Creek’s three 105-foot dishes handle much of the country’s communications to and from Europe and the Middle East. And on an isolated stretch of land in remote Arbuckle, California, three similar dishes at the company’s Salt Creek station service the Pacific Rim and Asia.
In other words, the NSA has absolutely everyone covered.
We now know all of this, courtesy of yet another person finally stepping up and exposing the truth:
Binney left the NSA in late 2001, shortly after the agency launched its warrantless-wiretapping program. “They violated the Constitution setting it up,” he says bluntly. “But they didn’t care. They were going to do it anyway, and they were going to crucify anyone who stood in the way. When they started violating the Constitution, I couldn’t stay.” Binney says Stellar Wind was far larger than has been publicly disclosed and included not just eavesdropping on domestic phone calls but the inspection of domestic email. At the outset the program recorded 320 million calls a day, he says, which represented about 73 to 80 percent of the total volume of the agency’s worldwide intercepts. The haul only grew from there. According to Binney—who has maintained close contact with agency employees until a few years ago—the taps in the secret rooms dotting the country are actually powered by highly sophisticated software programs that conduct “deep packet inspection,” examining Internet traffic as it passes through the 10-gigabit-per-second cables at the speed of light.

The software, created by a company called Narus that’s now part of Boeing, is controlled remotely from NSA headquarters at Fort Meade in Maryland and searches US sources for target addresses, locations, countries, and phone numbers, as well as watch-listed names, keywords, and phrases in email. Any communication that arouses suspicion, especially those to or from the million or so people on agency watch lists, are automatically copied or recorded and then transmitted to the NSA.
Everyone is a target.
The scope of surveillance expands from there, Binney says. Once a name is entered into the Narus database, all phone calls and other communications to and from that person are automatically routed to the NSA’s recorders. “Anybody you want, route to a recorder,” Binney says. “If your number’s in there? Routed and gets recorded.” He adds, “The Narus device allows you to take it all.” And when Bluffdale is completed, whatever is collected will be routed there for storage and analysis.

After he left the NSA, Binney suggested a system for monitoring people’s communications according to how closely they are connected to an initial target. The further away from the target—say you’re just an acquaintance of a friend of the target—the less the surveillance. But the agency rejected the idea, and, given the massive new storage facility in Utah, Binney suspects that it now simply collects everything. “The whole idea was, how do you manage 20 terabytes of intercept a minute?” he says. “The way we proposed was to distinguish between things you want and things you don’t want.” Instead, he adds, “they’re storing everything they gather.” And the agency is gathering as much as it can.

Once the communications are intercepted and stored, the data-mining begins. “You can watch everybody all the time with data- mining,” Binney says. Everything a person does becomes charted on a graph, “financial transactions or travel or anything,” he says. Thus, as data like bookstore receipts, bank statements, and commuter toll records flow in, the NSA is able to paint a more and more detailed picture of someone’s life.
Can you hear me now? The NSA sure can:
According to Binney, one of the deepest secrets of the Stellar Wind program—again, never confirmed until now—was that the NSA gained warrantless access to AT&T’s vast trove of domestic and international billing records, detailed information about who called whom in the US and around the world. As of 2007, AT&T had more than 2.8 trillion records housed in a database at its Florham Park, New Jersey, complex.

Verizon was also part of the program, Binney says, and that greatly expanded the volume of calls subject to the agency’s domestic eavesdropping. “That multiplies the call rate by at least a factor of five,” he says. “So you’re over a billion and a half calls a day.” (Spokespeople for Verizon and AT&T said their companies would not comment on matters of national security.)
In fact, as you talk now, the NSA's computers are listening, recording it all, and looking for keywords.
The NSA also has the ability to eavesdrop on phone calls directly and in real time. According to Adrienne J. Kinne, who worked both before and after 9/11 as a voice interceptor at the NSA facility in Georgia, in the wake of the World Trade Center attacks “basically all rules were thrown out the window, and they would use any excuse to justify a waiver to spy on Americans.” Even journalists calling home from overseas were included. “A lot of time you could tell they were calling their families,” she says, “incredibly intimate, personal conversations.” Kinne found the act of eavesdropping on innocent fellow citizens personally distressing. “It’s almost like going through and finding somebody’s diary,” she says.
There is a simple matter of encryption... Which won't be an issue for the NSA shortly, once the High Productivity Computing Systems project goes online.
Anyone—from terrorists and weapons dealers to corporations, financial institutions, and ordinary email senders—can use it to seal their messages, plans, photos, and documents in hardened data shells. For years, one of the hardest shells has been the Advanced Encryption Standard, one of several algorithms used by much of the world to encrypt data. Available in three different strengths—128 bits, 192 bits, and 256 bits—it’s incorporated in most commercial email programs and web browsers and is considered so strong that the NSA has even approved its use for top-secret US government communications. Most experts say that a so-called brute-force computer attack on the algorithm—trying one combination after another to unlock the encryption—would likely take longer than the age of the universe. For a 128-bit cipher, the number of trial-and-error attempts would be 340 undecillion (1036).

Breaking into those complex mathematical shells like the AES is one of the key reasons for the construction going on in Bluffdale. That kind of cryptanalysis requires two major ingredients: super-fast computers to conduct brute-force attacks on encrypted messages and a massive number of those messages for the computers to analyze. The more messages from a given target, the more likely it is for the computers to detect telltale patterns, and Bluffdale will be able to hold a great many messages. “We questioned it one time,” says another source, a senior intelligence manager who was also involved with the planning. “Why were we building this NSA facility? And, boy, they rolled out all the old guys—the crypto guys.” According to the official, these experts told then-director of national intelligence Dennis Blair, “You’ve got to build this thing because we just don’t have the capability of doing the code-breaking.” It was a candid admission. In the long war between the code breakers and the code makers—the tens of thousands of cryptographers in the worldwide computer security industry—the code breakers were admitting defeat.

So the agency had one major ingredient—a massive data storage facility—under way. Meanwhile, across the country in Tennessee, the government was working in utmost secrecy on the other vital element: the most powerful computer the world has ever known.

The plan was launched in 2004 as a modern-day Manhattan Project. Dubbed the High Productivity Computing Systems program, its goal was to advance computer speed a thousandfold, creating a machine that could execute a quadrillion (1015) operations a second, known as a petaflop—the computer equivalent of breaking the land speed record. And as with the Manhattan Project, the venue chosen for the supercomputing program was the town of Oak Ridge in eastern Tennessee, a rural area where sharp ridges give way to low, scattered hills, and the southwestward-flowing Clinch River bends sharply to the southeast. About 25 miles from Knoxville, it is the “secret city” where uranium- 235 was extracted for the first atomic bomb. A sign near the exit read: what you see here, what you do here, what you hear here, when you leave here, let it stay here. Today, not far from where that sign stood, Oak Ridge is home to the Department of Energy’s Oak Ridge National Laboratory, and it’s engaged in a new secret war. But this time, instead of a bomb of almost unimaginable power, the weapon is a computer of almost unimaginable speed.

At the DOE’s unclassified center at Oak Ridge, work progressed at a furious pace, although it was a one-way street when it came to cooperation with the closemouthed people in Building 5300. Nevertheless, the unclassified team had its Cray XT4 supercomputer upgraded to a warehouse-sized XT5. Named Jaguar for its speed, it clocked in at 1.75 petaflops, officially becoming the world’s fastest computer in 2009.

Meanwhile, over in Building 5300, the NSA succeeded in building an even faster supercomputer. “They made a big breakthrough,” says another former senior intelligence official, who helped oversee the program. The NSA’s machine was likely similar to the unclassified Jaguar, but it was much faster out of the gate, modified specifically for cryptanalysis and targeted against one or more specific algorithms, like the AES. In other words, they were moving from the research and development phase to actually attacking extremely difficult encryption systems. The code-breaking effort was up and running.

The breakthrough was enormous, says the former official, and soon afterward the agency pulled the shade down tight on the project, even within the intelligence community and Congress. “Only the chairman and vice chairman and the two staff directors of each intelligence committee were told about it,” he says. The reason? “They were thinking that this computing breakthrough was going to give them the ability to crack current public encryption.”
So kiss PGP goodbye. In fact kiss every aspect of your privacy goodbye.
Yottabytes and exaflops, septillions and undecillions—the race for computing speed and data storage goes on. In his 1941 story “The Library of Babel,” Jorge Luis Borges imagined a collection of information where the entire world’s knowledge is stored but barely a single word is understood. In Bluffdale the NSA is constructing a library on a scale that even Borges might not have contemplated. And to hear the masters of the agency tell it, it’s only a matter of time until every word is illuminated.
As for the Constitution... What Constitution?
Before he gave up and left the NSA, Binney tried to persuade officials to create a more targeted system that could be authorized by a court. At the time, the agency had 72 hours to obtain a legal warrant, and Binney devised a method to computerize the system. “I had proposed that we automate the process of requesting a warrant and automate approval so we could manage a couple of million intercepts a day, rather than subvert the whole process.” But such a system would have required close coordination with the courts, and NSA officials weren’t interested in that, Binney says. Instead they continued to haul in data on a grand scale. Asked how many communications—”transactions,” in NSA’s lingo—the agency has intercepted since 9/11, Binney estimates the number at “between 15 and 20 trillion, the aggregate over 11 years.”

When Barack Obama took office, Binney hoped the new administration might be open to reforming the program to address his constitutional concerns. He and another former senior NSA analyst, J. Kirk Wiebe, tried to bring the idea of an automated warrant-approval system to the attention of the Department of Justice’s inspector general. They were given the brush-off. “They said, oh, OK, we can’t comment,” Binney says.
In conclusion, the NSA's own whistleblower summarizes it best.
Sitting in a restaurant not far from NSA headquarters, the place where he spent nearly 40 years of his life, Binney held his thumb and forefinger close together. “We are, like, that far from a turnkey totalitarian state,” he says.

Mar 15, 2012

Poet's Nook: "Arabic Coffee" by Naomi Shihab Nye

Naomi Shihab Nye reads 'Arabic Coffee' from BillMoyers.com on Vimeo.

This is quite a moving poem about family, unity, love & understanding that centers on the sharing of a good cup of coffee. With a great cup of java comes memories and traditions & the location where parents/grandparents/extended family share thoughts & journeys with each other and with the children. How quickly we pass through this life - before you know it, our kids are grown & out the house, so for many, having a cup of cafe arabica provides the cornerstone of sharing love & heritage around the table so that kids in turn will pass it on to their children..It's a beautiful thang!

OneLove

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Mar 9, 2012

Hip Hop Legends: MME's Outkast Mixtape



 In 1994. a number of outstanding Hip Hop albums were burning up the charts worldwide-- Nas' "Illmatic", Notorious B.I.G's "Ready to Die", Common's "Resurrection" & Warren G's "Regulate...G Funk Era" to name a few.  When Outkast first hit the scene at that time with their seminal classic Southernplayalistcadillacmuzik, you sensed right away that these brothers were about to join the aforementioned artists & expand the genre in a big yet different way. They were fast & furious out the blocks & it didn't hurt to have the hottest production team on board, Organized Noize, to orchestrate their debut. Five additional  hit albums to the present moment, this innovative pair have set themselves apart from the pack with their groundbreaking work. Who else can give you Dirty South, G-Funk, soul, pop, electronica, rock, spoken word poetry, jazz, blues & funk on the same album w/ a twist of socio-historical consciousness on top of that? You take a cut like "Rosa Parks" which was not directly about the pioneering Civil Rights activist, but used as a metaphor for the overturning of hip hop's old order & the establishment of something new. That's the brilliance of Hip Hop, &some are just better at it than others. To this day, their music still sounds better than most of what we're hearing now. Indeed, I feel that Hip Hop (commercial Hip Hop, that is) has bottle-necked into some type of predictable, apolitical & flavorless sap with little redeeming value, generally speaking. Nonetheless, I am hopeful that the next batch of trailblazing groups will pick up where Outkast, Tribe Called Quest , Gang Starr, De La Soul & Wu-Tang left off & take the genre to unknown territory. The Roots are the only group on the commercial scene right now who have done so, in my opnion.

Recently, there has been a lot of discussion about Michael Eric Dyson's course at Georgetown University called "Sociology of Hip Hop: Jay-Z” . Dr Dyson approaches racial and gender identity, sexuality, capitalism and economic inequality through the lens of Hip Hop. Not a bad springboard for analytical discourse, but in terms of lyrical content, Outkast (or Nas) would have been a better first choice--that's my 2 cents on that!

Have a great weekend, funky Earth dwellers....

OneLove

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Mar 8, 2012

Poet's Nook: "What If" by Benjamin Zephaniah



(This is Benjamin Zephaniah's take on Rudyard Kiplings 'If').

If you can keep your money when governments about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust your neighbour when they trust not you
And they be very nosy too;
If you can await the warm delights of summer
Then summer comes and goes with sun not seen,
And pay so much for drinking water
Knowing that the water is unclean.

If you seek peace in times of war creation,

And you can see that oil merchants are to blame,
If you can meet a pimp or politician,
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you cannot bear dis-united nations
And you think this new world order is a trick,
If you've ever tried to build good race relations,
And watch bad policing mess your work up quick.

If you can make one heap of all your savings

And risk buying a small house and plot,
Then sit back and watch the economy inflating
Then have to deal with the negative equity you've got;
If you can force your mind and body to continue
When all the social services have gone,
If you struggle on when there is nothing in you,
Except the knowledge that justice can be wrong.

If you can speak the truth to common people

Or walk with Kings and Queens and live no lie,
If you can see how power can be evil
And know that every censor is a spy;
If you can fill an unforgiving lifetime
With years of working hard to make ends meet,
You may not be wealthy but I am sure you will find
That you can hold your head high as you wal
k the streets.

OneLove

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Mar 7, 2012

MME's Jam Of The Day


Niiiice!!!

OneLove

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The Most Astounding Fact


(Check out Dr. Tyson's latest book Space Chronicles which I plan to purchase over the weekend. I thoroughly enjoyed his last work, Death by Black Hole (and Other Cosmic Quandaries), which is  a collection of 40 of his favorite essays spanning an 11-year period of 1995 through 2005. It explores a myriad of cosmic topics, from imagining what it's like inside a black hole to galaxies that collide and cannibalize each other.  Fascinating reading - It's like reading Astrophysics for Dummies, only better!)

OneLove

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Mar 5, 2012

Musings

Rush Limbaugh

 When another person makes you suffer, it is because he suffers deeply within himself, and his suffering is spilling over. He does not need punishment; he needs help. That’s the message he is sending.”~~Thich Nhat Hanh

(Can we make an exception, Thich?)

OneLove

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Mar 4, 2012

Genocide & Empire: A Namibian Case Study



One key question that has always intrigued me about European history is this: Why, when Europeans came into contact with other people/places in the world, did they almost always conquer (& massacre the indigenous people)? Name any country where they came into contact and you will note a hell on earth for the indigenous people who resided there. In what way did this cycle of barbarity & the tragic undermining & destruction of other people lead to the spiritual death & psychoneurosis of the perpetrators (& their descendents)? This documentary of the near total destruction of the Herero people (the first Holocaust of the 20th century) at the hands of the Germans is but one of many bloody episodes of European contact with indigenous people the world over. It is well worth the time to watch this important presentation for obvious reasons.


OneLove


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Must See: "Heist: Who Stole the American Dream?"


This is a crucial documentary which I hope spreads like wildfire. There are way too many people walking around in a fog & in need of a foot in that ass.


Check out some extended footage from this documentary (a lot of eye-opening stats)...





OneLove


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Mar 2, 2012

Musings





"Midnight is the hour when men desperately seek to obey the eleventh commandment, "Thou shalt not get caught." According to the ethic of midnight, the cardinal sin is to be caught and the cardinal virtue is to get by. It is all right to lie, but one must lie with real finesse. It is all right to steal, if one is so dignified that, if caught, the charge becomes embezzlement, not robbery. It is permissible even to hate, if one so dresses his hating in the garments of love that hating appears to be loving. The Darwinian concept of the survival of the fittest has been substituted by a philosophy of the survival of the slickest..."

~Dr. Martin Luther King (from A Knock At Midnight)



OneLove

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The War You Don't See

  Get the book here Excellent interview with Chris Hedges: