Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Linux has less bugs (like we didn't know that?)
Saturday, December 11, 2004
Democracy?
(Apparently this software developer named Curtis has recently come forward with a claim that Tom Feeney a congressman from Florida, and yeah, you guessed it, a Republican think family values, hired a software company to write vote-rigging software with the intent of skewing votes in various Democratic precincts in Florida and beyond. Hoorah...)
Saturday, November 27, 2004
Smart Car (for smart people)
Wow, 60mpg, and kinda cool looking too. Of course, it is tiny, but hey, makes parking easier! Apparently they have been okay'ed for import finally. If I ever get a new car, maybe this will be it. Go check it out.
Sunday, November 14, 2004
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Is it Christmas? Firefox is HERE!!!
So now that an Open Source browser is completely destroying the closed source one from Microsoft in terms of quality, can we move on to making an open source voting system? From some recent articles, summed up nicely in this Slashdot Post, it looks like the voting system we have didn't do so hot.... Maybe Bush didn't win the popular vote after all?
Monday, October 25, 2004
Still Alive! (contrary to rumor)
The "break" week has provided me with enough time to run across some incredible articles however:
1. Nerve cells from a rat have been cultured in a dish, and through interactions with tiny electrodes implanted in the dish, have learned to fly a computer simulated airplane. Basically the nerve cells formed a small network, and became intelligent. Amazing. With a few million more, maybe they could do my o-chem for me?
2. Apparently testosterone/estrogen levels in the womb are closely linked to the length of the index and ring fingers in humans. Using this knowledge, Dr. Mark Brosnan at the University of Bath has determined that men involved with hard-sciences tend to have higher estrogen levels than average, and women involved in social sciences have higher testosterone levels than normal. So, whip out your rulers folks, and participate in the study. Depending on how I measure, I get between 6.6% and 5.1% difference, my brother is around 1.5% difference, no wonder he's always been better at spacial reasoning then me! According to the researcher:
"As the levels of testosterone decrease in males, performance upon visual-spatial measures increase whereas comparable cyclical declines in female testosterone result in decreased performance upon visual spatial measures (Moffat and Hampson, 1996; see also Sanders et al., 2002). Thus those with the greatest visualization skills will be females with the lower male-typical digit ratio (0.98) and males with the higher female-typical digit ratio (1.0)." So, males with low testosterone, and females with high testosterone should be especially proficient at math-like subjects.
Anyway, record your scores below....
3. This article does a nice job of debunking the "Windows is more secure than Linux" myth.
4. If you are horribly allergic to cats, but have always wanted one, genetic engineering might just save the day (hope you brought your checkbook though...).
5. And finally, a major new discovery in Indonesia shows that there were once 3' tall human-like creatures running around making tools, starting fires, and hunting pygmy elephants. Apparently there are lots of legends about these creatures to this day, so maybe they aren't quite extinct? And people tell me not to worry about Yeti....
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Homework? Cripes! Lets make some crepes
Yesterday Tshering came over and taught me the fine art of crepe making. They are actually quite easy; eggs + flour + milk + sugar, stir them until they are well mixed, and go heavy on the milk. Then pour a very thin layer on a hot oiled pan. Turn them after a bit so they don't burn. They sort of act like a tortilla shell when finished, you can wrap meat in them, and probably all sorts of other things. We had jelly on ours. Here Tshering demonstrates proper crepe flipping technique.
Saturday, October 09, 2004
Gmail File System (for windows this time)
Monday, October 04, 2004
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Close encounters with the third kind
Yesterday my frantic schedule was broken by an unwelcome intruder. I was home for a quick bite of lunch before physics, and just before I left, I noticed that water was welling up from the drains in the downstairs bathroom. These were not the waters of heaven however, they had a look and smell about them which is best left to your imagination. Needless to say, I skipped physics. After placing a call to the Caldwell water dept (thanks to Beth for clear thought in a moment of crises), and a few hours of bailing furiously (more thanks to Beth for hauling buckets), my basement was mostly saved from flooding. A battery backup got a little damp (but seems to be working), and a small section of carpet also got soaked. I gave everything involved a good dose of clorox water however, so I think all of the bacteria have probably lost membrane potential by now. My parents (bless their hearts) came out the same night with a carpet cleaner, and things are pretty much back to normal. The neighbors got hit much worse. They just moved in a few months ago, and have been working to finish their basement since then. Apparently they had just gotten sheetrock, carpet, etc finished. Their basement must be a few inches deeper because they had about 5 or 6 inches of water sitting in it all day. The disaster cleanup people were there pumping water out until late in the night.
According to the water-guy, the blockage was caused by massive grease dumping somewhere in my neighborhood. Apparently the pipe had been cleaned just 6 months earlier, and usually only needs cleaned once every two years. The school across the street is a major suspect of course. So, the moral of the story is DON'T DUMP GREASE DOWN THE DRAIN!
Thursday, September 16, 2004
New Firefox!
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
I have never really posted about the two semi-wild animals that live in my house, so here they are, all 25 pounds of em. The black one with green eyes is Gata, she is older and the more intelligent of the two. You can see the "oh, why is he so dumb look" she dirrects at the spotted one who is named Budah (but goes by Dork for short). His name is Budah because he likes to have his belly rubbed, so I figured it was a good way to get some luck out of the bargain. He follows me around the house like a puppy and is more teddy-bear than cat.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Monday, September 06, 2004
Scared Spitless
Mutton Lettuce and Tomato Sandwich
I was slicing a tomato the other day for a sandwich, and was reminded that “true love is the greatest thing in the world, except a nice MLT --- mutton, lettuce, and tomato sandwich, when the mutton is nice and lean, and the tomato is ripe.” As I pondered the truthfulness of this sentiment, I was suddenly struck with a horrible doubt about the basic stability of the plot in The Princess Bride. You see, up until the point where Westley says that true love is what he has in this world that is worth living for, I'm not sure that Inigo could have known or even had an inkling about his connection to Buttercup. Yet, when Fezzik and Inigo hear the scream while looking for The Man in Black, Inigo instantly concludes that it must have come from him.
Inigo: “Do you hear that Fezzik? That is the sound of ultimate suffering. My heart made that sound when the six-fingered man killed my father. The Man in Black makes it now.”
Fezzik: “How do you know?”
Inigo: “His true love is marrying another tomorrow, so who else has cause for Ultimate Suffering?”
Previous to this, Inigo was a drunkard (and probably can't remember much) while Fezzik was unemployed in Greenland. How either of them could know of the relationship between Buttercup and Westley is beyond me. It is possible that in a moment of clarity Inigo reasoned that Westley would only have chased them if he loved Buttercup, but it seems to me that kidnap and ransom would be a more obvious motive for a pirate. Of course, Inigo somehow also knows that Vizzini is dead, so maybe he has a gift for clairvoyance. I always imagined that this discrepancy could be easily explained by Fezzik coming upon Vizzini's dead body after sleeping well and dreaming of large women, but knowledge of Westley and Buttercup's true love would be a bit more difficult to come upon.
Perhaps some Princess Bridge scholar can straighten this out for me? Until then, I'll look for some mutton and lettuce so that I can settle my first question once and for all.
Bush's Acceptance Speech
I had an insight while watching Mr. Bush's acceptance speech the other night. I believe I have made an egregious error in the way I judged him previously. I have always held him up to the same sort of standard I would hold any president. A standard which is heavily weighted towards rational thought, facts, logistics, and rooted in reason. Bush is not this sort of leader at all. He is a religious leader, plain and simple. He is providing all of the mythology and religious fervor that have become so absent in our cynical materialistic society. In the eyes of his followers, he is like a prophet of old, or perhaps even Christ himself, sent among us here in these last days to lead his righteous peoples, against the wicked. He has come to cleanse the world of evil with a flaming sword, and to give us victory and a new world of peace and righteousness; one where he rules with the iron fist of a dictator of God.
The scary thing is that his followers seem to really think this way. In his speech he told everyone that he would increase spending for education, make sure that everyone had medical insurance, and continue the aggressive fight against terrorists. Meanwhile he has also promised to cut deficit spending in half. Everyone cheered, but as far as I can see, the numbers just don't add up. The only way to believe this nonsense is to see Bush as a miracle worker, and we are not talking conjurer's tricks with a few loaves of bread, and a couple fish here. We are talking major economic wizardry on a scale that makes Enron look like a child playing with pebbles. The reality is that all of these promises are empty. He talks big, but just like the tax cut he gave the top 1% of the nation (I believe he calls these people his base), his policies do not help the people who need it most, the bottom 99%. Unfortunately, and probably through no fault of their own, the ignorant hear and believe his words, feel a rush of religious fervor at the wholesome, heart felt sincerity he puts in his voice and follow him like the children of Hamelin. Despite the facts that terrorism was at a 21 year high in 2003, the economy is limping along like a lame horse, health insurance is a rare luxury, the blood of the nation's youth is being poured out in the desert, and God is punishing Florida for letting him steal their votes, it looks like Bush might be our next president. The wolves guarding the sheep I guess. How convenient for them.
So, what did the acceptance speech teach me? Well, a better understanding of how Bush plays the game for one, and a healthy fear of his potential power for another. I will continue to judge him by the numbers, but now I know that his words are what really counts to those who will vote for him.