U.S. to Host World Press Freedom Day in 2011

No, really. Here’s the press release. The entire government, and the attached media machine, is practically foaming at the mouth over WikiLeaks, which has only published 960 of 250,000 cables and those that were published were vetted by newspapers first (and, mind, no one made this much fuss over the Afghanistan war documents last year), but has the audacity has to claim this:

The theme for next year’s commemoration will be 21st Century Media: New Frontiers, New Barriers. The United States places technology and innovation at the forefront of its diplomatic and development efforts. New media has empowered citizens around the world to report on their circumstances, express opinions on world events, and exchange information in environments sometimes hostile to such exercises of individuals’ right to freedom of expression. At the same time, we are concerned about the determination of some governments to censor and silence individuals, and to restrict the free flow of information.

Oh, my. If I had to bold or italicize anything to point out the various layers of irony in those few sentences alone, it would be just too easy.

Console Message of the Day

Apparently sometimes the left hand doesn’t know what the right hand is doing, or at least what it is deprecating:

6/25/10 12:26   
AppleScript Editor[3795]    
*** WARNING: Method selectedRowEnumerator in class NSOutlineView is deprecated. 
It will be removed in a future release and should no longer be used.

I came across this while trying to debug my Meandre installation. (More on that later.)

Using Google Books to Search a Book I Own.

Oh, the irony, but also the utility. I recently recalled that somewhere in my college years I had come across a passage in a text that gave a lovely, elaborate definition of irony versus satire. In my memory, it was quadripartite and involved satire, irony, sarcasm, and a fourth term. It was, I swore, in Roger Shattuck’s _The Banquet Years_. I found my copy, yellowed and hauntingly close to saw dust after all these years and flipped through it, hoping some bit of juvenile marginalia would quicken my search.

No such luck. I did not mark up my books in my youth, apparently. And if I made a note of it in a notebook somewhere, those notes are long gone or are practically unsearchable — another reason why I prefer to keep most of my notes in _MacJournal_, where they are all searchable.[^1]

With no way to discover if Shattuck’s book was indeed the source of the definition that I remembered outside of re-reading the book itself, I turned to a resource I have used before for books I do not own: *Google Books*. I found “their” copy of [_The Banquet Years_](http://books.google.com/books?id=UIMZAAAAIAAJ) (link is to Google Books version) and then searched inside of it for satire:

Google Books Search

How amazing! I now have three pages at which to look to see if they hold the beloved definition of my youth.

There is an unhappy ending to this story, alas: the definition in Shattuck is not what I remembered, but I include it here for those readers who have followed this tale to its melancholy end:

> Humor describes the world exhaustively and scientifically *just as it is*, as if that were the way things should be. Irony haughtily describes the world as it should be, as if that were just the way things are. Bergson calls them the two aspects of satire. (32)

[^1]: My current setup in MacJournal is to keep two journals, one public and one private. The public journal feeds this blog. MacJournal still has a few more steps to take to be a great blogging application — it doesn’t update entries that you have changed via other means, for instance — but it’s good enough for now and it lets me have one place to go to when I need to search through my notes. That’s nice.