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2003-05-30

that beverley hughes letter in full

I've been meaning to blog this for a while, but then I've been meaning to do a bunch of stuff.

Below is the letter I wrote to Beverley Hughes, the Minister who told Parliament that only 2000 people had responded to the ID Cards consultation, when we know for a fact that five thousand or so replied via our Website. It's not a ball-buster, I'm afraid, because we did want to open up some sort of communication channel. Also, mad political haranguing works a lot better on Newsnight than it does in a private letter. As the letter rather sinisterly implies, we're saving the louder bleating until later.

We sent this a couple of weeks ago. We still haven't heard a reply. So now we're stepping up the sabre-rattling a bit.

Dear Beverley,

I've been eagerly looking forward to your department's report on the Entitlement Card consultation you concluded earlier this year. I'm one of a who participated in the discussion, along with five thousand others who entered in their opinions of your paper via http://www.stand.org.uk/ , a Website I help run.

Imagine my surprise, then, when I read in Hansard for April 28th that you had only received two thousand replies in total to the consultation.

I hear that you have decided to collapse all five thousand communications that you received via our site into a single vote.

[ This hint came from "ministerial sources" - which is to say, somebody who works closer to government than us told us that he'd heard that this happened. ].

I suppose the idea is that all five thousand entries were engineered by us, or that they all come from members of the same vast organisation, speaking as one united voice.

The chilling reality - chilling, at least, for me - is that STAND is about four or five somewhat stressed looking people, working part-time from their homes and occasionally gathering in a pub. And we can't even agree on which pub, let alone a coherent political platform.

Aware of our own limitations, we try and keep as thin an interface between us, and what we feel is our job - which is putting people online in touch with the parliamentary process. We do enough to achieve just that, then step out of the way and let you people talk amongst yourselves.

That does have some political connotations. We're mostly interested in putting people in touch with Parliament via the Net. In the online world some political areas are hotter than others. Digital security; censorship; the telecoms industry and radio spectrum allocation; privacy and large-scale computer initiatives; digital democracy itself. These are the topics that excite the most debate online.

Sometimes, as the name implies, we take a STAND on one of these issues. The ID Cards consultation was one. We said we thought ID cards were a bad idea.

But more importantly, we said we thought that the consultation had not sought out critical views during its collection period.

In order to solicit opinions from a wider base than previously, we put together a link between the Web and your consultation email address (and, for good measure, let people contact their local MP on the matter). We publicised it in a few areas where people who are online a lot tend to gather.

We felt that most people using our service would be against the ID card - but not exclusively. We wanted people who felt that the ID card was a good idea should also have a say. Accordingly, we allowed people to write whatever they wanted using our system. And so, as far as we can gather, they did.

Now we hear that you are viewing all of those separately considered opinions as one collective petition.

Apart from being somewhat concerned for the people who expressed a positive opinion being ascribed into what I presume would be a single negative vote, this seems to lead to a terrible waste of resources, opportunity and time on both our sides.

Frankly, if we were forewarned that this would happen, we would have told people to sign a petition (in fact, two petitions), and engineered some way of conveying that to you. It would certainly have saved some time and effort on both our sides.

As it is, I'm pretty disappointed. And I don't think I'm the only one.

I feel that there were a lot of people involved in the ID Card consultation for whom this would be their first experience of directly contributing to a government initiative. To turn to them now and explain that their voice counts for nothing - or 1/5000th of a voice, whichever is greater - seems to me to convey the exact opposite of what a consultation is meant to achieve. They spent a lot of time working on their thoughts: far more, I'd wager, than we spent enabling their thoughts to be forwarded. They're going to feel more disenfranchised than ever after this.

Obviously, we're going to contest this decision, and are proceeding to kick up the usual fuss through the usual channels.

But, to be honest, whatever happens here, the most important step for us is to ensure that this never happens again. We're going to continue to put together feedback loops to link what you do, to what the wider public thinks. That's something that i think we can all agree is a good thing.

We'd love to avoid such short-circuits in the future. What we really need to proceed is solid criteria by which contributions are decided to come from one source, or from many.

Would your department - perhaps in co-operation with the Cabinet Office - be prepared to draft a quick set of guidelines for this?

It would make our life easier; I think you would make better informed decisions from a wider variety of sources; and your consultations would be rather less controversial.

Best wishes,

Danny O'Brien
--- standing in for Stand.org.uk

2003-05-29

too hot to live

I originally typed that title as a reference to the weather here, but now that WASTE, Nullsoft's latest naughty GPL P2P app has 404ed, I guess it has wider applicability.

Too late to be stopped, though. Here's a link to the Linux-ported server source. Here's a local copy to the Windows WASTE client.

Anyone want to lay bets on how long the first MacOS X and Linux clients take?

2003-05-28

and my depressing triplet

If they really do open up an execution chamber at Guantanamo Bay (and thank God the Mail on Sunday isn't a reliable source), I'm going to start seriously considering moving out of the US. But when I read about an asylum seeker in the UK sewing his eyes and mouth shut in protest, you wonder where can you go?

Try and fix things where I am, wherever I am. Look for levers. Because "this time we said it would be different. Remember?"

2003-05-27

picking through the remains
oh just my life

Everybody else pads out their blog with their life, so I might as well join in. Actually, this is more padding out my life with my blog, as not much is going on (and Cait, yes, this is what my blog would look like if it were a diary.)

This weekend, we went Ada juggling around Baycon with Cory and Martin. Last year's Baycon was my first SF convention ever. Oh, except for that Welsh one a few years back when a bunch of overenthusiastic security volunteers, dressed like Blake's Seven guards, tried to throw me and Dave out for unauthorised filming. We and our pathetic Sony camcorder were being manhandled to the fire-exits when Dave announced that he'd seen another, even more unauthorised, film crew with boom mics and everything heading up behind us into the lifts. Our captors immediately abandoned us and ran up the stairs, doing little SWAT team hand gestures and shouting for backup into their little throat-mics. We went back to illicitly giving publicity to their con with one of their guest speakers, who'd asked us to come. Let no-one say that these tricks only work in comedy action capers.

Now I am world famous, such misunderstandings are a thing of the past. No longer am I part of an underground rebellion of ex-convicts with shitty camcorders. No, this year I was complimentary "guest of a guest". Quinn was a guest of another guest. Ada was a child of two guests of two other guests.

It was all a bit unnecessary - Ada exudes so many cutons these days that you could swan into the Pentagon by slotting her into a giant plastic badge holder and waving her around reception. We were going to dress her in a little Star Trek uniform too, but she was sick over it. I guess there must be cuton toxicity levels, even in the eye of the cuteness hurricane.

Baycon is a very costume-based convention (or "cosplay" as the young, wide-eyed screaming anime fans are calling it). This means that everyone looks like a freak. Especially people like me, who don't dress up. We look like the weirdest freaks ever. Even the hotel staff look like fairly normal freaks by comparison, because they're dressed up in waiter and maid's outfits.

And some people, look like incredible, dressed-like-Lara-Croft-only-with-chains-on semi-naked babelicious freaks. Not that I stare. Or even look, or think about them, or anything ever. I only know about their existence because when these people walk into a room, all the straight boys nearby give out this universal telepathic deflatory pained sigh. It's like the sound of a wolf-whistle, only backwards, sucked in. Ooohhhhhh.

The sigh has a meaning. All my life, it says, I have been told by my superego that dressing like a Marvel superhero will not get me laid. And, here, here and now in this temporary saturnalia, surrounded by other males who are - at best - my equals in the ugly league division table: here is my perfect woman. But the world knows that this mad girl's flickering eyes craves just one thing. A man dressed as Galactus, Eater of Worlds. And not only have I left my Galactus costume at home. I never made it. Worse, I threw those biro drawings of me in the Galactus helmet away the moment I'd drawn them, ashamed to show them even to (say) Dave. And now I know: I'm not a virgin because I'm a geek. I'm a virgin because I have pursued geekdom with a less than pure, directed gaze. I have faltered, and now I'm just another guy at Baycon. And some other guy in front of me will be Galahad with the Holy Grail because he spent two weeks measuring out huge papier-mache clamps to fit on the side of his head. And I did nothing but stare at my Lara Croft pull-out poster, in the belief that she was not real and that I could not ever meet her.

Pursue your enthusiasms. Because if you're doing them right, you know exactly where they end.

Wait, wait, this isn't what I was going to write.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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