"To what purpose are powers limited, and to what purpose is that limitation committed to writing,
if these limits may, at any time, be passed by those intended to be restrained?"
-- Chief Justice John Marshall, Marbury v. Madison, 1803
One of the few nice things about my job in the last year was that my grant was able to spring for a beautiful 24” flat panel monitor for my primary work computer. For the first time in my career, I could see everything I needed to. I had enough real estate to use multiple windows simultaneously.
This weekend, some enterprising person engaged in a little wealth redistribution and swiped it, along with a ton of other stuff from locked offices (the computer is fine, fortunately). Since I don’t have funds to replace it, the best I can hope for is an old bulky surplus CRT. I feel like I just travelled backward in time, only I didn’t lose any weight.
You guys know I’m more in the Balko School in terms of crime and punishment. But if this guy walked into my office right now, I’d give him a personal trip on the express elevator from my 17th floor office. I can’t even understand the mentality of a thief. When I was a kid, I got away with shoplifting some candy. I was so racked with guilt, I confessed to my mom—who promptly made me go in, confess, and pay for it. I was lucky. These days, the store owners would call the cops anyway.
Just because I despise corrupt prosecutors and brutal cops, doesn’t mean I sympathize with criminals. The reason to watch the watchers is because it so easy to become what you behold. And what the cops and prosecutors behold every day of the year is scum. The scum that has me doing my work remotely on a small cramped laptop monitor and dreading the 800 pound schtumack CRT that is soon to occupy my entire desk and maybe desks in adjacent offices like some vacuum tube era Golden Horde.
The good thing is, when I called me wife about it, I could hear my nine-month old babbling and cooing in the background. So despite my angry blogging, I’m fairly at peace right now.
Update: I just talked to several people and it looks like they will find a way to replace my monitor. So I may be spared the horrors of the CRT. It’s funny how fast you can spoil on technology. I worked behind a big fat CRT for 15 years and was happy. But six months of flatland and I can’t imagine anything else.
Update: Better news yet. Campus police found my monitor. The thieves had stashed it for later retrieval. Right now they’re giving it the CSI treatment, only with real, you know, investigation, not MIchael Bay bullshit. Supposedly, I will have it back later this week.
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Hal_10000 on 02/25/08 at 09:14 AM (
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HI Hal,
Can you post the cost for a new one? I will put up some of the cost if others will. Unfortantely, i dont think my grants can be used for this but that is ok.
david