tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74782902011-04-21T20:16:16.173-07:00Don't take technology seriously.Half Bakedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713580273815097767noreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478290.post-1131320915387390642005-11-06T15:33:00.000-08:002005-11-06T17:03:41.436-08:00

We dumped our Dell PC for a Power Mac Dual G5. There was a transition in our requirements for a computer. We bought our new computer not for what it came with...applications, memory, CPU cycles, or disk space. No. We bought our computer based on what it didn't come with...namely Windows...and the viruses, spyware, and spam that seem to come with Windows.Our previous PCs only lasted a year before

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There was seven miles between the flashing light in her town and the next flashing light at US441. In between those seven miles of double solid yellow line were mostly cow pastures carved from thin pine woods. The land was low and when it rained, which was often in the summer, little chains of lakes would appear in the pastures and the cows would huddle on the high ground, a mere foot above the

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Dixon-Ticonderoga, venerable maker of yellow #2 pencils, announced it is closing its plants in the US and Quebec. It’s hard to imagine a world without pencils. Where would all the pencil-necked geeks be without a pencil to put behind their ear? How would we pencil-whip all that paper work without pencils? What would we do when it was time to get serious, sharpen our pencils, put our heads

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The quality of light outside his window momentarily diverted his attention. He looked up from the computer screen to take in the tree-filtered spray of golden shafts flitting across the clipped grass. It was windy today, the trees bending at unusual angles that reminded him of the deformed trees that grew near the beach, permanantly stretched backwards by the constancy of sea breezes. But these

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Google's mission in life is to "organize the world's information and make it universally accessible and useful." This is a great mission and all-- it sounds really, well, useful. But it also really worries me. Isn’t what they’re really doing equivalent to a massive backup of the world’s data?When do you need a backup plan? That's right, when you think something bad is going to happen. You wouldn’

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You have to love this technological era we live in...you can access email from anywhere, call anyone from anywhere, and reach out and touch anyone from anywhere, anytime. Everything, however, is not all spam and roses...there is discordance...ripples in the electronic fabric of the universe everywhere you look. Here are some disturbing examples:An iPod Nano with 4 GB of memory costs as much as an

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reciprocationn 1: the act of making and return or doing something in return 2: alternating back-and-forth movement 3: mutual interaction; the activity of interchanging or reciprocating [syn: interchange, give-and-take]isn't reciprocation built into the human condition? we can't do anything without depending on someone else to give us feedback. do you understand? we can give voice to our

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why is it people get so upset about fur coats? they weep over the slaughter of furry vermin, but have no problem skinning a noble Holstein for its leather coat and a bag of quarter-pounders. these same people will not hesitate to decapitate thousands of acres of puffy cotton balls just to keep a supply of fresh BVDs and embroidered towels at hand. why is it okay to skin a carrot? or a radish?

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i observe that there are a lot of cars on the road right after 5 p m . who are these slackers? do they get paid well? can I have their job? of course I could if i wanted. but do I want? would i be bored with roughly 3 more hours per evening? would the kids get tired of me, overpower me, tie me down, and shave my head? if i was then bald, would i get fired from my comfy little 9-5 job?

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Grandma Tuti was half German-totalitarian, half Scottish-temper, and the first Floridian adventurer I ever met. From my first memory she had white hair, curly and short-cut, deep lines in her tanned leathery face, a lightning-quick smile, and a raucous laugh. Grandma Tuti was as contrary as a hurricane, one moment bragging about how she drove her GTO 95 mph on I-75 from Tampa to Gainesville (

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The biometrics industry wants to identify me, but I’m determined to escape their evil clutches. What makes them think that I’m simply the sum of my beefy parts? Or that they can untangle this complex of neurons that I’ve spent so many years tangling up? You think Christmas lights are hard to straighten out…you should see my hippocampus. No, they’ll never be able to pin me down. Go ahead. Try to

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I'm reading a book called the The Tipping Point, by Malcolm Gladwell, who's basic premise is that ideas, behaviours, and products spread through social networks like viruses. One of the interesting facts brought up in this book concerns the 'Neocortex Ratio', defined as the ratio of neocortex volume to the volume of the rest of the brain (i.e. total brain volume minus neocortex). With a

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I was thinking about 'identity' and 'time' (i.e. is a person at time t identical at time t+1?) and ran across this word on Wikipedia: Qualia (singular: "quale") are most simply defined as the properties of sensory experiences [...] These properties are, by definition, epistemically unknowable in the absence of direct experience of them; as a result, they are also incommunicable. Daniel Dennett

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I think this guy is brilliant. He's a little (well, maybe more than a little) twisted, but I laugh out loud at his simple, biting humor. Here are a few of my favorites: Who I am and what I want What do you want?

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http://people.cornell.edu/pages/jag8/spacetxt.html#map Spacetime is cool. An excerpt from the author, John A. Gowan: "...as we look outward in space we look only backward in time. Because of the finite speed of light, we cannot look out in space into the present. We see our Universe not as it is, but as it used to be, in an ordered regression of spatial shells receding into the past as we look

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The 5 Platonic Solids From http://www.geom.uiuc.edu/~sudzi/polyhedra/platonic.html The Greek philosopher Plato, who was born around 430 B.C., wrote about these five solids in a work called Timaeus. Historical accounts vary a little, but it is usually agreed that the solids themselves were discovered by the early Pythagoreans, perhaps by 450 B.C. There is evidence that the Egyptians knew about at

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Edward Tufte has a sense of humor

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Imagine standing on 161 images laid in a line on the floor. If you wanted to see only the first image followed by the last image, you would need to travel across the 160 images inbetween. If you put the images on a 2D grid, say 12x14, you no longer need to travel as far to visit your next favorite, the worst case distance being about 18 images instead of 160. If you arrange the images in a 3D

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To me, lattice is literally a space frame...a method for visualizing and defining space. Space is underappreciated. We launch ourselves through space with nary a thought for the nothingness that allows us to move in the first place. There are some scientists who theorize the perception of space and time are hardwired in the human brain. From an article in Wired News on the nature of time: "When

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Haven't seen the Palestinians party like this: since 9/11/2001:

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Reallocate spectrum for wireless phone networks Kerry: “The potential for Wi-Fi networks and other technologies that could operate in unlicensed spectrum is limitless.” On the advice of the French, Kerry would also like to convert televisions to the SECAM standard and electricity 240V/50Hz. Said Kerry, “Bush has frequently ignored the international community on frequency issues. No wonder the

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bougie

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This is a critical juncture, because we only use the word juncture when it’s really critical to get your attention. Now that you are listening, we have an urgency. There’s a time to fan the flames and a time to fight fires, and this is one of those times. Please pull it together because, separate, we all fall apart. The clock is ticking, and we can’t make it stop. It’s up to you to make it

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Don’t write code that can be shared between more than one project – there’s no job security in that. Hiring more software engineers is good for the economy. Don’t even look for an existng solution to your problem—that’s like admitting you’re incompetent. There’s no bug-free technology. We actually believe in inventing a lot of very difficult bugs. We find it keeps our debugging skills sharp

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It's my daughter's birthday today, can you believe she's 14?? Where did the time go? A few years ago I was reassuring the nurse that yes, she was my daughter-- despite the fact that she had white-blond hair and white-white skin, while her mother and I were both dark-haired and prone to tan. I could verify that she was, indeed, the child that came out of my wifes body, because I was *the first one

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Very interesting story at OJR on bias in Google News and Yahoo News story rankings, relevant to my post on blog pancakes: Bharat said Google News uses a mix of techniques to ensure that users are presented a diverse range of perspectives. The ranking and prominence of stories are based on several factors: How many publications are writing about a topic; how recent the articles are; the size of

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In a country where ‘long term’ is 4 years (if you keep your hands off the interns), it’s no surprise that getting together capital to invest in long term infrastructure is almost impossible. However, if you have the Next Big Thing you can potentially raise billions. Is IPv6 the Next Big Thing? [IPv6] shorthand for Internet Protocol Version 6[...] Not only will IPv6 open up a new frontier of

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There has been a lot of chatter about Dan Gillmor’s book We the Media: Grassroots Journalism by the People, for the People. An interesting article on Forbes, mentioned the ‘echo chamber effect’ of the so-called ‘blogsphere’. I haven’t read the book yet, but will soon. I’ve seen a few reviews but I haven’t seen anyone talking about the technological limitations of ‘grassroots journalism’ yet. I

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Fun with limericks here and here. An interesting article on how people tend to read blogs that support views they agree with, my comments here. I will follow up with more detail on how the technology of Google and RSS syndication don't support the same depth of commentary that main stream media achieves. One of my doodles was referenced in the Flickr blog, cool. Wrote a little review on Office

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The person that designed elevator buttons so that the more you push them, the faster the elevator comes. The person that keeps putting blinker switches in cars. No one uses blinkers anymore, didn’t you get the memo? You’re obsolete. Go invent a device that prevents a car from turning on if the driver is over 90. The person that designed the Tivo remote control. It’s slow, glitchy, and

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Have you ever been rejected, fired, or generally PO'd to the point you wanted to write a scathing, irrational, and totally over-the-top flame to someone? If you have, I'd love to read it, please post your letter or a link to it as a comment to this post. No worries-- its very therapeutic... You have the nerve to reject my work of ART? Based on what, you penile-implanted media whore? You

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Some people hear messages when records are played backwards-- I see stories in the Dictionary.com Word's of the Day. Here is my story for June 2004: My jeremiad springs, autochthonous, from the Potemkin village of Dictionary.com, in the favonian heat of June, before the yeasty heat of July and August, when a person can still think with equanimity. Surely I am no deipnosophist, nor do I take any

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When reporters and anchors have been covering a hurricane for four days straight, they get a little punchy:A reporter describing the dangers of debris flying around during the storm, “I have to be very careful and keep my third eye out.” Then female anchor instructs the reporter to “Be careful out there and keep you third eye out.” Surely they know the third eye is blind?An anchor repeatedly

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It seems like a good idea on the surface: instead of housing prisoners in expensive jail cells, release them into society but track them using GPS devices clamped around their ankles. Sounds like a kinder and gentler prison system that even John Kerry could live with. That is, until you realize these GPS tags are not being monitored in real-time—or anything even close to real-time. The prison

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Maybe you've heard of the LSD Sketches? These are sketches performed by an artist under the influence of LSD during government-sponsored drug tests in the 1950's. I've just uncovered yet another government drug experiment. The MSG Sketches document that experiment...

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I don't like people driving down the road chit-chatting on cell phones as much as the next guy. These fools endanger everyone's life to urgently discuss the swirly foam shape in their lattes. But lately everyone has been up in arms, talking about how to stem cells. John Kerry mentioned it 20 times at the DNC--saying when he is in office he fully intends to stem cells. I think it's a worthy cause,

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Dirt has a spell over me. I'm enchanted with dirt's dirty properties. The Japanese have a saying that 'old men admire rocks', meaning they can respect something that has outlived them many times over. Old nerds admire dirt, meaning they're weary of the virtual world and want to get dirty. These days we seem to live more in the virtual than the physical. We email people we've never shaken hands

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I recently saw a great new plugin for Microsoft Outlook. If you’re like me, you get tons of email each day. The problem with Outlook is that you only get metrics on how many emails are in your InBox (and other folders) and how many of those emails are unread. What I would like are some more metrics on how much email I manage each day…how much I file away, how much I delete unread (spam), how many

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“Bob, you know that tropical storm 1000 miles east of Florida? It just got upgraded to a HURRICANE!” Thus begins the most rabid two days in local news coverage. Even though the storm could hit land anywhere from Brazil to the Hamptons, panic must be incited, streets must be emptied, insurers must cancel policies. And Channel 6 is just the station to get it done…if the HURRICANE doesn’t blow the

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Normally I don’t care about politics except to throw out the occasional cynical comment or two. I’ve been cynical since 1973, when they replaced a whole summer’s worth of Romper Room and Captain Kangaroo with the Watergate hearings. There’s nothing like listening to endless testimony from Ehrlichman and Mitchell-- when you were expecting Mr. Green Jeans and Mr. Moose-- to make a kid cynical.

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Why bother moving anymore? Motion, discovered by Newton in the 1600’s, has become outmoded in a few quick centuries. Maybe Newton’s First Law, ‘an object in motion tends to stay in motion’, should be repealed? I still need Newton’s Third Law, ‘For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction’, however. That’s the only thing keeping my ass from falling through the sofa. I think my

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Human survival depends on paranoia. We just know there’s some malicious creature out there ready to fight us for the helm of Spaceship Earth. But Alien vs. Predator has been done already, so I'm fretting over the latest terrestrial threats instead: I-Robot, I-Pod, and I-Monkey. As a species, we’re just smart enough to realize we’re stupid…stupid enough to create robots and computers that want to

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Scientists in China are stealing clouds. I think they’re actually trying to steal water, but being scientists they tend to overlook the obvious methods of water snatching-- like backing a tanker truck up to a lake, or even arranging for a stream to take a sharp right turn. No, these brainiacs, or as the Chinese call them-- Puff Daddies, are using rockets to seed innocent puffy white clouds,

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Some people, and by people I mean lawyers, accountants, and politicians mostly, make things too dang complicated.  The numbers they provide us are processed, spun, and interpreted because...why? Whatever happened to the simple art of counting things?  What we have here is an over-Excel’ing of the raw data. We have the GDP,  PPI, CPI, and GIGO. Even most polls aren’t really counting things; they’

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Did you see where a local teacher educated at the University of Nebraska recently set up a Wi-Fi network in Nepal for yak farmers? Apparently, the yak farmers’ huts are two days walk from the yak herd-- the minimum safe down-wind distance. Yak farmers now use the so-called YakNet to trade veterinary tips, buy and sell yak, and email orders for takeout pizza. Farmer Puntun regards the new

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Walmart is requiring its top 100 suppliers to use Radio Frequency ID (RFID) tags, small devices that emit radio waves containing information about a product’s size, price, age, etc. Walmart, famous for strong-arming suppliers, has backed away from a plan to literally tag the suppliers’ workers, opting (for now) to just tag pallets, crates, and boxes. RFIDs promise to increase the quality of

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Games they was trippin’: Take 2 on the label So much mula put G4 on cable GTA releases X’er-cynicism Nothin’ better than car-jackin grey-hairs On the telly vision Xbox is kickin’ out the video Microsoft is sneakin in the front do’ ‘Cause Bill Gates wants more blingy Than Trump, Usher, and Chingy Got my dual flat panels At only 10 G’s apeice Wanna get ‘em crunk up But nVidia’s patch is late on

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I recently lost a filling somewhere. I know I lost it because I could feel a hole in my tooth big enough to stash a chicken wing. I’m not sure where the filling went, but I’m guessing it’s probably sitting in the bottom of my stomach with a nickle, some erasers, and a few other indigestible items that have had the misfortune of getting too near my mouth over the years. After a while the

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Lately I’ve started to feel like a computer. It’s kind of like the way that beagle owners’ start looking like their beagles. I’ve spent a lot of time with my computer over the years. I’ve stared into the screen until I’m bleary eyed and worn the keyboard down with millions of two-finger strokes. But thankfully, I’m not actually looking like a computer. More alarmingly, I’m behaving like a

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Have you ever noticed how technological progress leaves behind wakes of ugliness in its path? Do you remember those huge satellite TV antennas, CRT's as big as your desk, and the blight of suburban roads everywhere...telephone lines? You could receive TV from Mars on those dishes now, and computer displays are as thin as the wallet you emptied to pay for them. But what about those telephone lines

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