My name is
David Robins:
Christian, lead developer (resume), writer, photographer, runner,
libertarian (voluntaryist),
and student.
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Do we like our private offices too much?
Technical, Work ·Thursday July 29, 2010 @ 19:38 EDT (link)
Just a random thought. Although private offices are nice—one of the selling points of working at some places, including Microsoft (and a big disappointment that I had to share with someone my first few months there), and considered almost a requirement by Joel of Joel on Software. Offices allow for deep concentration, getting "into the zone", hacking marathons, etc. They are also of course status symbols: it is indicative of better status to be in your own office with a door than a shared office, or a cubicle, and cubicle sizes and even wall height affect perceived status (I was pretty happy when I had a high-walled fairly large cubicle at Hilton, but not so much with the tiny one).
But do we like them too much? Wouldn't more of a "bazaar" atmosphere be better, an open layout perhaps, even (!) cubicles, for certain stages of a project, especially brainstorming and scenario design? In the article above, apparently this has already been considered and the answer is that private offices are not only nice to have, they increase productivity and prevent disruptive conversations ("there was no such thing as a conversation between two people"). Sometimes it seems like it would be nice to sit in a shared area for a while to bounce ideas of others; but I suppose being able to walk by other people's offices (most keep their doors open) or in common areas (there are chairs and tables by the kitchen) is enough. Certainly I agree that I wouldn't want to permanently exchange my office for a cubicle, especially a short one where others were conversing constantly.
Books finished: Dred Scott'S Revenge.
Giving away the future
Political ·Tuesday July 27, 2010 @ 20:10 EDT (link)
Future promises: how much can legislators give away?
We frequently talk about making our posterity pay (e.g.,
"We are prostituting future generationÂs livelihoods by not paying off these debts."), but even anything beyond the current legislative session needs to be reconsidered.
Legislators should have to pay for anything they promise during their term. I.e., if they promise a government union a pension, they have to put real money away in an escrow account for everyone they promise it to, and the promise can only be "We will use this money for that pension" not "No matter how many people are hired by this union, or how the economy changes, they will all get this fancy pension". One could possibly also allow claiming a known revenue stream, but the benefit paid should depend on that stream and (as when I spend my income) it should only be allowed to be allocated once. They can't bind future congresses. Every act needs to be undoable by the next congress, and they should have to explicitly continue to fund it with a bill or it goes away on its own (i.e., a sunset matching the end of the current house term). Perhaps they can fully fund a few pensions, and promise them to n people, but more likely they can partially fund more, and hope that the funding is renewed. Better still, don't promise anything, and make them invest in 401(k)s like the rest of us; better than that, don't tax anything and nobody'll need 401(k)s.
Thomas Sowell concurs with respect to Social Security, which he calls a pyramid scheme (government term is "unfunded liability") in "Social Security: A Fraudulent Pyramid Club":
When an insurance company writes a policy, it has to have enough assets to pay out what it promises. Otherwise the company can be declared bankrupt and its officials can go to jail. An insurance company that had the same benefits, premiums, and reserves as the Social Security system would be shut down by court order and its managers led away in handcuffs to face charges of fraud. … The larger question is, why do we continue to allow politicians to write laws promising benefits that they have not raised money to pay for?
Madoff was a piker compared to the state. See also: Lysander Spooner's "No Treason: The Constitution of No Authority"—in a similar vein, we can't make contracts that bind our descendants. Of course, for voluntaryists, "representatives" cannot make promises binding on anyone either, unless they agreed to that specifically. But requiring spending bills—and maybe every law on the books—to be explicitly, and individually (no omnibus bills!) renewed (rewritten, as fresh bills) at the start of each legislative session would be a positive step forward, and get rid of so many of the present problems of having bribed (in the present particular cases) the venal thugs of various government unions in good times with perpetual payouts, and being on the hook for them in lean times too. It would also lessen the incentive, or increase the cost, to buy off members of congress, since their awards (of stolen goods) would only last for a maximum of two years.
While the best answer to the question we began with is "Nothing at all", forced renewals and true "pay as you go" would definitely be an improvement.
Books finished: Under Heaven.
Murray's 60th: BC edition
News ·Monday July 19, 2010 @ 20:24 EDT (link)
(Excuse the lack of details; I just never got around to fleshing this out.)
Left around noon, got there around 1500.
Left the Martins' at 2045, got home around 2300.
Can the unseen be contracted away?
Political, Work, Law ·Monday July 19, 2010 @ 01:17 EDT (link)
(This entry inspired by some thoughts I had while writing the entry on property and liberty.)
How much freedom of self (or your car, or other mobile entities) do you have on someone else's property? Do you have a (natural) right to carry concealed weapons, even if the owner is hostile? Can you ever sign away these natural rights to property (contract to not carry weapons) or are such contracts not binding? How about if the property owner has means of detection (metal detectors, guards)? If you believed that contracts can't infringe natural rights, you'd necessarily be similarly opposed to metal detectors infringing privacy, and not think that even if they found something that it could be taken. But on the other hand, right to enter property could be denied for any reason, even assertion of your own natural rights (or because you were wearing a yellow shirt). This puts the rights of the real property owner against the rights of mobile property owners (cars) or individuals (self ownership). This article also examines the rights of (real) property owners.
In a similar vein, the question may be asked, Can you contract away the unseen?
That is, can you sign a contract with, say, an employer, about something he cannot see (or, to be more general, detect). Can you sign away, for example, your freedom to go skiing on the weekends, or to drink apple juice, if it doesn't substantially affect your job? (Going skiing Saturday might make you a little more tired Monday, but it wouldn't affect your work to the detriment of your employer, or at least not more than many other activities.)
For example, you could sign a contract saying you will not do illegal "recreational" drugs, because it could affect your work (more on that in a bit). You could possibly agree to random urine testing to verify this. I would argue that if there were not some indicator (smell, behavior, poor work) indicating a behavior that one had agreed to forgo, then the employer has no business testing for it. And there could be a gray area here. Perhaps you can't easily observe drug use without taking a lot of time to observe a person, but it could still lead to grievous errors (say, on an industrial shop floor); then it might be reasonable to contract to allow random testing, but even then, a zero tolerance policy is not compatible with the "detectable" policy; there must be a level of intoxication that would compromise safety (not 100% chance, just reasonably, and I'll bet that level is above zero).
The policy would even allow for people to bring in those drugs in, say, pants pockets, as long as they would not otherwise influence contracted work (dealing them, for example, is an abuse of company time and property, engenders profit from use of said property, could be breaking the law—depending if we're in Voluntarytopia or not, takes others' time, might result in customer complaints, etc.). It's not merely whether they can be seen, either; even if an X-ray machine could pick them up, until regular people start wearing X-ray glasses, having something in your pocket doesn't interfere with how you do your job.
An alternative but similar view (that would allow for concealed carry) would be to recognize the supremacy of the right to life, liberty, and property, and allow companies only to require people to contract away the ability to protect those rights (e.g., in the case of protecting life, the right to carry weapons for self-defense) if the company can protect those rights equally well. This might involve hiring personal security guards, or controlling physical plant access with metal detectors and armed guards. For most jobs, actually protecting individual rights in this manner would be prohibitively expensive, and so people would be able to protect themselves, but for occupations where employers really (for business reasons, possibly secret labs or weapons development, or even extreme prejudice) want to disarm people, they can accomplish it by providing equivalent protection (who decides what is "equivalent" is an implementation detail).
IÂm certainly a huge fan of property rights, and private contracts, but I could accept that it is not reasonable for employers to be able to restrict things that do not affect the job they are hiring someone to do.
You could have a contract that says, for example, that an employee will do whatever job they're hired for and buy all their groceries from company-affiliated store X (or go to a specific church on Sunday, or only drink water), in return for being paid (and implicitly, being allowed in the employerÂs building to work). But I donÂt think an employee should be held to the groceries-buying part of such a contract because it's absolutely not relevant to job performance. Sure, if you believe in unlimited contracts you can say the employee shouldn't take the job if they don't like it, but I'm having some second thoughts about unlimited contracts. Or, to state alternately, maybe an employee is held to it, but since the employer suffers no harm they have no recourse: no damages will be awarded.
The relevance to the original discussion is that carrying a firearm in your vehicle (or, even, arguably, concealed on your person) doesnÂt affect your job, so, under a "limited scope contract" theory it's off the table for employment contracts (or entirely unenforceable by contract law). Of course, a company could still fire you for any reason, so if they could detect a breach of even an unenforceable provision they could fire you. Does this mean they can install metal detectors? Sure. What if they do, with guards at the doors? ItÂd be a huge expense for companies that decided to go that route, but (depending on the training of those at the doors) might make people feel comfortable being unarmed if they had the choice. (All hypothetical, of course. Usual disclaimers.)
I would also use a broad definition of "affects your job" to the point that if someone else sees that you have a firearm and is alarmed, you may have violated a legitimate contract provision (keeping it undetectable is your problem), and companies can ask employees not to do things that might annoy others, such as wearing excessive perfume, since it does affect the work environment.
(Another argument that was made by others in the thread where I posted some of the above was that if self-defense is a right—via the second amendment, say—standing at the same level as the right to control one's property, then there's a bit of an impasse if both rights must be preserved. I'm not arguing constitutional rights, though, but rather natural rights, and both over one's own property.)
I would thus support a "personal castle doctrine" as it were (extending to more than just defense), where one's own body or vehicle or other property is inviolate if it doesn't interfere with whatever one is contracted to do. (This is all, of course, theoretical.)
Books finished: A Song For Arbonne.
Blackhawk Serpa holster for Glock 34
News, Guns ·Saturday July 17, 2010 @ 16:34 EDT (link)
Picked up a Blackhawk Serpa holster for my Glock 34 today at West Coast Armory ($46.99, which is comparable to online prices). I really do like the retention—a very solid lock. Very slick holster altogether. Comes with a paddle as well as having belt loops. The motivation to get it was to compete in Action Pistol events at SVRC; apparently my Galco CSL (Cop Slide) leather holster cants too sharply; they claim the impact point is more than 3' behind me. But I like the Serpa enough to consider making it my daily carry holster.
We also shot there today—between us, about 100 rounds each of .22 (through the Ruger 10/22), .223 (AR-15), and 9mm (Glock 34). Good times.
The relationship between property and liberty
Political ·Friday July 16, 2010 @ 21:01 EDT (link)
"When plunder becomes a way of life for a group of men living together in society, they create for themselves in the course of time a legal system that authorizes it and a moral code that glorifies it." Â Frederic Bastiat
In effect, there are layers of ownership: the real owner of the land pays no taxes (rent), can sell it at will, and can build anything he wants on it; no restrictions (except the usual non-infringement on others' rights to life, liberty, and property). In a free society that's the individual; in a feudal society, that's the lord. The next layer is a lessee (in current society, a so-called home or business owner). They have some property rights, but the lord's always trump theirs. The lord might even enforce those rights (or instead decide to take the property and give it to someone else). They can do a lot, but they are regulated by the real owner (the amount of regulation is your degree of private property rights, less absolute right, of course). The next layer would be either a renter or a plantation with (Southern-style chattel) slaves; the plantation "owner" may allow the slaves some claim to shacks, or sleeping areas, or found or made or given goods, but they can be taken at any time and he does not need to provide any real justice. At the bottom of the pyramid, this slave can be abused by the serf and the lord; not a good place to be in at all.
Allodial title is a name for the true ownership mentioned above. It might be one thing that would turn a nation into a stateless society as people obtained and capitalized on full dominion over their property (no taxes, eminent domain, or police access). Private property must exclude any other jurisdiction. Jurisdiction is law through violence. It means somebody else has control over your property, so you do not actually own it. You effectively lease it at the pleasure of the state, and they can take it away, charge rent, etc.
If one supports the violence of the state (taxation, regulation, by force), then either (a) one believes "the state" owns everything or (b) one supports violence as a legitimate means to accomplish one's goals. The first is illegitimate; that was never intended in any country except communist ones, and land was always taken by force, and the founders believed in private property to a greater extent than now even though they erred and allowed for some infringements; there can be no such thing as collective ownership (who can sell it, etc.; see The Objectivist Ethics etc. on private property and collective ownership). So once the veil is taken away, then what? We claim that our local legislatures own all property in their zone of control? Not them personally; the current officeholder? But if the property is to be transferred by a vote, then they don't own it either. So it's either unowned (and claimable) or owned by whoever's name is on the title deed (since the voluntary trading that brought it into possession could and likely would have happened the same way in a free society) and they are being illegitimately charged rent.
In a similar vein, the video The Story of Your Enslavement (text) contains some explanatory elements relating liberty and truly private property, free from the coercive interference of the state. Also related: Can the unseen be contracted away? where I consider the rights of property within other property (e.g., a car in an employer-owned parking lot, or even an individual).
Action pistol at SVRC
News ·Saturday July 10, 2010 @ 12:49 EDT (link)
I went to watch action pistol at SVRC (every second Saturday of the month); first time observing such an event (even if I had wanted to participate, they complained about the cant of my Galco Cop Slide holster and said it put the point of impact too far back, making it unusable for competing… I picked up a Blackhawk Serpa from West Coast Armory a week or so later, and liked it so much it became my carry holster).
Tim was there shooting for the first time in this type of event with his XD9, and Sandy from MSGun was also shooting, but not for the first time. Since I arrived early (the event is set for I think 0800 but people don't start shooting until around 1000), I helped set up the various courses of fire. They had a variety of requirements—white "no shoot" targets, black cover, considered impermeable, and of course the bad guys, in regular brown cardboard. Some had reload requirements, or required a certain number of shots, or carrying a heavy item, etc., designed to simulate real-world shooting "problems" and requiring creativity and adaptability to solve them.
Driving across America #4: Canada: canoeing, Ports Maitlin and Colborne, gunpowder and lead
News ·Friday July 2, 2010 @ 22:01 EDT (link)
Continued from parts 1 2 3. As planned, we went on our canoe trip to the Grand River on Wednesday, with Scott Barbacki and his niece Scarlett, stopping by the Port Maitlin lighthouse afterward. (Canoe photos are Rebecca's—I didn't bring my camera into the canoe fearing Emily might need too much help, or tip it; but she proved a quick study.) On the way home, we saw some tiny horses too.
Thursday was Canada Day—July 1—and we went over to Port Colborne. We wandered around the park there; got ice-cream; saved my Coca-Cola mini-basketball from certain death; and went to Harold Black park for fireworks later on.
I called up Jonathan (Jon) Yade; I'd found we shared an interest in shooting sports, and we arranged to meet up Friday at 1400 and go to a local range, the Silverdale Gun Club in St. Anns. It's a pretty nice range; clubhouse at the front; nice guy manning it. Not real cheap—$20 to shoot, but that included targets. We had to drive in further (past an electronic gate at the front) to the range itself, which is much like SVRC but looks in better repair and is longer, with particular sections dedicated to particular target distances.
The difference between what I'm used to was mainly just the flag system: there are red and green flags that have to be switched out: red means active, green for cease-fire (which seems odd; SVRC has an audible and visible alarm system, so I'm not used to flags at all, but I would expect red to be "don't fire").
I shot Jon's H&K SL8, a nice rifle, .223, probably with a 10-round magazine due to Canadian restrictions (think Massachusetts or California as a starting-point). Jon had the SL8, not the SL8-1 "permitted" in the US due to import restrictions (922(r), most likely): there are indeed some few guns that are banned in the US and allowed in Canada. The range had some (creaky but functional) spotting scopes on the tables, so I spotted for Jon and vice versa and we made a pretty good go of it.
Although Jon had a grandfathered PAL (Possession and Acquisition License, required to own firearms in Canada, although you still can't carry them and there are transport restrictions), allowing him to own and shoot pistols, he didn't own any yet; I think he was waiting on getting the required safe. The range master, however, was shooting pistols, and let us shoot his Para Ordnance 1911? and another pistol he had with him (Beretta); we just had to buy some ammo at the clubhouse (.45; it wasn't cheap either, but then it was convenient to us, and neither in a store nor in bulk). I shot pretty well with it (better than the owner… but it was new to him and I have a Springfield 1911 EMP at home).
Since I hadn't been by since becoming interested in firearms, I stopped by the gun store in Fonthill (during one of the few times it was open); not a bad little store, really, although not terribly friendly.
We also went into St. Catharines to look around used bookstores earlier in the day; we picked up the first few books of the Belgariad for Emily (we bought her one, dad the other).
Books finished: A Conflict of Visions.
Driving across America #3: Canada: Niagara Falls, high tea, Euchre
News ·Tuesday June 29, 2010 @ 21:38 EDT (link)
Continued from parts 1 and 2.
We arrived at my parents' house in Fonthill 0030 Monday morning. When we got up our first trip was to Niagara Falls, parking at Dufferin Islands (free parking) and walking down to the falls proper. We had a nice walk through the crowds and past various views of the falls; Emily enjoyed her first trip to the falls and the walk too, straying closer to the edge of the walkway than perhaps her mother would be comfortable with, although it was only a short drop where there was no barrier in place.
These first pictures are along the walk from Dufferin Islands to the falls, along the Niagara Parkway; the Skylon Tower can be seen in the first (it has a restaurant at the top, which rotates); in the next, an old barge caught on some rocks; in the next, one of the bridges to the USA; and next a section of the stone and wrought-iron barriers that line the walkway on the river side (as one approaches the falls, the drop unsurprisingly becomes rather precipitous).
The Maid of the Mist tourist boat, which goes in quite close to the falls; Honey and Emily sitting by the railings with the falls behind.
General shots of the falls (primarily the Horseshoe Falls).
We got ice cream at the Lazy Loon on the way home (in Fonthill, quite close to my parents'). We had pizza and wings for dinner later and then took a walk around the block. Swims were enjoyed at various times in the backyard pool. It was getting rather dark for unaided photography when we walked.
On Tuesday, Honey, Emily, and mom went shopping at the Pen Center. That evening Honey and Emily and I met with my friend/former co-worker (at Acres) Scott B. at Tim Horton's where we talked about getting together the next day to go canoeing. Mom put on a splendid "high tea" and afterward we played Phase 10 and Euchre.
Driving across America #2: Mullens, WV, to Fonthill, ON
News ·Monday June 28, 2010 @ 00:32 EDT (link)
New River
Emily's Wall of Rob
The previous leg ended Sunday, June 20. The first stop on our tour was Emily's wall of Rob; she's absolutely bananas over him and the Twilight books. We were staying in her room, so it greeted us morning and night. It had been a long time since I'd seen any of them, but Emily was of course most noticeably older but we still got along famously. (And if that usage seems strange to you, it's probably "Chiefly British", however it's perfectly cromulent and you can jolly well look it up.)
On Thursday we went over to the New River Gorge bridge near Fayetteville, and walked around a little, got a few photos.
I didn't make any notes about between Sunday and Thursday; we mostly stayed around the house, sometimes went out to run errands, watches movies in the evening.
We went to the local pool where Emily has a pass (we had to pay $3/each) one day, had a nice time, but I really missed having swim goggles and ended up picking some up in Canada—at Canadian Tire, naturally.
Some of the New River Gorge photos:
Some of the family pets: Smokey, the (skittish, but that's a downgrade from "very skittish") cat and Muffin the dog:
And then some random pictures of people (Emily and mom Christine, dad Doug passing a plate, Grandpa and Grandma Pollock, and you know the rest), dinnertime and Guitar Hero™:
We spent a week there—planned to spend a week at both parents' and a little more than that driving—leaving on Sunday the 27th at 1440. But we picked up a passenger, and this is the way of it.
Honey and I had been joking with Emily, or Christine, about taking Emily to Canada; and then we started thinking about it more seriously, and Emily thought she could handle it (not having been away from home or even out of state overnight much thus far). Her parents permitting, I called my parents and asked if we could bring her along, and they said they'd be happy to have her come with us: so we proceeded to cover our bases for the border. The official sites indicated the important things: a letter from her parents with contact information and giving us permission to take her to Canada with us, provide medical care if necessary, and so on, carefully worded according to the requirements. A photo ID card, from the DMV ($5); her insurance card and birth certificate. We put it all into a folder and put it with our passports. She packed a backpack with clothes a cloth net bag with swim gear. Everybody gave her spending money for Canada, too.
We had two boxes of camping supplies and food in the back set so things were within easy reach; I stacked one on the other to make Emily room to sit (and sleep—it's about a 10 hour trip). We also left a few things with Honey's parents to make packing the trunk easier (and since Canada frowns on the rights of free people, I stashed my two handguns with Honey's grandfather—papa—hoping against hope that I would see them again). Emily was very excited about going to Canada ("If the border people ask where you're going, what will you tell them?" "CANADA… duh!")
We took the I-77/I-64 to the I-79 and up through Pennsylvania, stopping for gas and the state welcome center (to get a map… I like to collect state maps) and then at 1900 at Wendy's for dinner. We hit the I-90 tollway in New York at 2215, stopped for gas again, had an uneventful border crossing (I don't even think they asked for any of Emily's paperwork, or asked her any questions, although we made sure she was awake), and arrived at my parents' house in Fonthill at 0030.
Books finished: Give Me a Break, Beyond This Dark House, The Constitution In Exile.
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Continued from parts 1 and 2.
We arrived at my parents' house in Fonthill 0030 Monday morning. When we got up our first trip was to Niagara Falls, parking at Dufferin Islands (free parking) and walking down to the falls proper. We had a nice walk through the crowds and past various views of the falls; Emily enjoyed her first trip to the falls and the walk too, straying closer to the edge of the walkway than perhaps her mother would be comfortable with, although it was only a short drop where there was no barrier in place.
