I imagine a President picking a Supreme Court justice feels the same way that the head of admissions at Harvard feels picking the last admit for the year.
"I want someone smart"
"They are all smart"
"I want someone freaking brilliant"
"We've still got a ton of those"
"I want someone with a proven track record of working hard"
"Yeah, still too many left"
"I want someone firm in their convictions"
"Have you met a (teenager/judge) who isn't?"
So, you are left with the challenge of picking someone who has the ability to influence the (student/judicial) body in a meaningful and enriching way.
Fortunately, Obama didn't consult the former Harvard president working for him.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Don't underestimate a nerd
Here I am back on my laptop sitting in happy yuppie-ville next to my wife on her laptop. It took most of the afternoon, but I now have a new hard drive and Windows XP on my machine. I still have the task of restoring all my documents from the backup drive and re-installing the software I want. (Already have Firefox, of course.) The only thing that I am worried about is that the hard drive makes a low-pitched chirp (like the Barry White of crickets) every time it accesses something. I will email the company I bought it from to see if I should return it for a new one.
But it is nice to be booting up in a few minutes and able to surf the web with alacrity. Hopefully it will still be decent once I reinstall Office and the other necessities of modern life.
It was amusing to watch all of the Microsoft propaganda pop up on the screen as it installed. "Windows XP is the best version of Windows ever!" "Think of all the security, convenience and performance options" Given the bad reputation of Vista, that may still be true.
I should write more, but there are internets to read!
But it is nice to be booting up in a few minutes and able to surf the web with alacrity. Hopefully it will still be decent once I reinstall Office and the other necessities of modern life.
It was amusing to watch all of the Microsoft propaganda pop up on the screen as it installed. "Windows XP is the best version of Windows ever!" "Think of all the security, convenience and performance options" Given the bad reputation of Vista, that may still be true.
I should write more, but there are internets to read!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Technological Issues
My apologies to both people who occasionally read my blog. Besides the usual mumble-mumble about working hard, no time and such... my computer has become the technological equivalent of a toaster. Actually, the toaster not only heats bread much better than the computer, but might actually connect to the internet better. I would have to type in Morse code on the handle, but I'm willing to learn.
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The computer has long been a little slow, as any student who watched me tap-dance for ten minutes in class as it rebooted could tell you. But it has firmly launched itself on the far side of slow. ("It's gone plaid!")
It is very depressing as a self-styled uber-geek to be faced with a device that I can't make work. No amount of virus scanning, spyware checking, defragging, registry cleaning, editing of startup processes or prayers to St. Babbage have decreased the boot time below 25 minutes or the web speed below 2 minutes a page. My final solution has been to purchase a new hard drive and I will be wiping the drive and starting over. ("Nuke it from orbit, it's the only way to be sure") If that doesn't work, I may have to hand over my nerd certificate to the authorities.
Until then, I am forced to beg for scraps on the SHW's computer. She is very nice about letting me borrow it, but schoolwork comes first.
It is frustrating how hard it is to fix things these days, even for the uber-geeky. The flash on our camera gave out after making popping noises for six months; it is impossible to replace. Time to buy a new camera. The fixture for mounting my light to my bicycle broke. It is now impossible to attach my perfectly working light to the bike. I emailed the company to see if I could get a replacement. "We are sorry, sir. We don't offer that." Rather than sell me a 5 cent part for $1.99, I may have to buy a new light. Guess what brand it won't be.
Computers are the worst, though. If I had gotten a new battery and extra RAM to go with the new hard drive, I would have been most of the way toward a new computer already. No wonder they get thrown away so quickly. I need to figure out how to disable the "Bill Gates Forced Obsolescence" chip that makes the computer run slower doing the exact same things it did quickly before.
Enough griping. I will try to keep up with this a little better.
(Tip: You can use Google Reader or the Blogger subscription service to keep tabs on rarely updated pages like this.)
The computer has long been a little slow, as any student who watched me tap-dance for ten minutes in class as it rebooted could tell you. But it has firmly launched itself on the far side of slow. ("It's gone plaid!")
It is very depressing as a self-styled uber-geek to be faced with a device that I can't make work. No amount of virus scanning, spyware checking, defragging, registry cleaning, editing of startup processes or prayers to St. Babbage have decreased the boot time below 25 minutes or the web speed below 2 minutes a page. My final solution has been to purchase a new hard drive and I will be wiping the drive and starting over. ("Nuke it from orbit, it's the only way to be sure") If that doesn't work, I may have to hand over my nerd certificate to the authorities.
Until then, I am forced to beg for scraps on the SHW's computer. She is very nice about letting me borrow it, but schoolwork comes first.
It is frustrating how hard it is to fix things these days, even for the uber-geeky. The flash on our camera gave out after making popping noises for six months; it is impossible to replace. Time to buy a new camera. The fixture for mounting my light to my bicycle broke. It is now impossible to attach my perfectly working light to the bike. I emailed the company to see if I could get a replacement. "We are sorry, sir. We don't offer that." Rather than sell me a 5 cent part for $1.99, I may have to buy a new light. Guess what brand it won't be.
Computers are the worst, though. If I had gotten a new battery and extra RAM to go with the new hard drive, I would have been most of the way toward a new computer already. No wonder they get thrown away so quickly. I need to figure out how to disable the "Bill Gates Forced Obsolescence" chip that makes the computer run slower doing the exact same things it did quickly before.
Enough griping. I will try to keep up with this a little better.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
I spent a whole post describing how I am not creative, and now Gwen demands that I be "Kreativ". Either she is an author/librarian with poor reading comprehension skills, or mutilating the spelling of a word drastically changes its meaning. Either way:
"List 7 things that you love, and then pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you love! Be sure to tag them and let them know that they have won. You can copy the picture of the award and paste it on your sideboard letting the whole world know...you are Kreativ."
Apparently I have won! I once won the Publisher's Clearing House Sweepstakes, but the bank wouldn't cash the check. I'll resist making this a paean to my wife in an effort to be something homophonically similar to Kreativ.
1. Cheese
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
I won't play chain-letter mayhem... especially since I don't know enough bloggers to whom to pass it on. "Hah, blogworld, you didn't win! In your face!"
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Quantity has a quality all its own
I just got back from my first real trip to Dayton since moving a year ago. (A whirlwind Memorial Day last year doesn't count as it was dominated by a low-ball offer on our house.) For any readers who I didn't connect with, I will try to catch you next time.
I had a lot of thoughts run through my head over the weekend, and I will try to distill them here.
The most important thought is that there is no substitute for quantity time. I love the way my family can sit around the living room and let conversation swing from trivial to deep to silent. The silence is one of the most important parts. One part of the conversation might run its course, and there is no pressure to say something and keep it going. One person will do a crossword puzzle, another read a book and one get a cup of tea. Some time later, the conversation will open up again and wander wither it will.
It is so hard to capture that kind of feeling in a phone call or even a video chat. The comfort of silence is part of that. Even with the ease of technological connections, I still feel constrained by the device and pressured to not let the conversation dwindle. The "I call you when I want to talk, though you might be in the middle of something else" dynamic of a phone call is also a hindrance; with the time difference making that far more likely.
I feel so sad when I think that a comforting and stimulating experience was once so common and will now be so rare.
In many other ways, Dayton felt like a distant strange place. It didn't help that the weather was custom made for film noir. It was so obvious the economic and social pounding the city has taken over the last few decades. The starkest aspect was the number of empty and dilapidated buildings that have been husks for decades and will be for decades to come. As a patriotic Dayton resident, those fixtures blended into the background and I focused on the changes that happened little by little. As a visitor, though, the sheer mass of industrial, commercial and residential detritus are overwhelming.
One of the things that the high cost of housing in California provides is the benefit of high density living. (An economist will say that high density leads to high cost, but stick with me here.) In Ohio, if someone has an urge to build housing or a mall, the easiest thing to do is go pave over a farm. This leads to a Sherman's March of suburbia out from the city center trailing a path of plundered property. The city is a victim of the quantity of land available.
Here in Silicon Valley they paved paradise in favor of a parking lot a long time ago. Supposedly, this is the best ground in the world for growing citrus but the last commercial orchards stand like the 101st Airborne in Bastogne. The lack of elbow room and scarce greenery can get to me sometimes, but the trip back to Ohio made me appreciate that it is full. There are occasional office suites or store fronts that are empty, but they have the look of recent recusals. If they stay empty too long, someone with an idea will knock it down and build something else, because all the suburbs have smashed into each other and there is no place left to go.
I am not saying that full is better. It is just a dynamic that was really noticeable. There are plenty of eyesores here, from strip malls to dodgy neighborhoods. And the high housing costs have real consequences on the lives of people, particularly ones who don't work at nice high tech jobs. (My brain is petering out here. I will elaborate on this more later.)
I had a lot of thoughts run through my head over the weekend, and I will try to distill them here.
The most important thought is that there is no substitute for quantity time. I love the way my family can sit around the living room and let conversation swing from trivial to deep to silent. The silence is one of the most important parts. One part of the conversation might run its course, and there is no pressure to say something and keep it going. One person will do a crossword puzzle, another read a book and one get a cup of tea. Some time later, the conversation will open up again and wander wither it will.
It is so hard to capture that kind of feeling in a phone call or even a video chat. The comfort of silence is part of that. Even with the ease of technological connections, I still feel constrained by the device and pressured to not let the conversation dwindle. The "I call you when I want to talk, though you might be in the middle of something else" dynamic of a phone call is also a hindrance; with the time difference making that far more likely.
I feel so sad when I think that a comforting and stimulating experience was once so common and will now be so rare.
In many other ways, Dayton felt like a distant strange place. It didn't help that the weather was custom made for film noir. It was so obvious the economic and social pounding the city has taken over the last few decades. The starkest aspect was the number of empty and dilapidated buildings that have been husks for decades and will be for decades to come. As a patriotic Dayton resident, those fixtures blended into the background and I focused on the changes that happened little by little. As a visitor, though, the sheer mass of industrial, commercial and residential detritus are overwhelming.
One of the things that the high cost of housing in California provides is the benefit of high density living. (An economist will say that high density leads to high cost, but stick with me here.) In Ohio, if someone has an urge to build housing or a mall, the easiest thing to do is go pave over a farm. This leads to a Sherman's March of suburbia out from the city center trailing a path of plundered property. The city is a victim of the quantity of land available.
Here in Silicon Valley they paved paradise in favor of a parking lot a long time ago. Supposedly, this is the best ground in the world for growing citrus but the last commercial orchards stand like the 101st Airborne in Bastogne. The lack of elbow room and scarce greenery can get to me sometimes, but the trip back to Ohio made me appreciate that it is full. There are occasional office suites or store fronts that are empty, but they have the look of recent recusals. If they stay empty too long, someone with an idea will knock it down and build something else, because all the suburbs have smashed into each other and there is no place left to go.
I am not saying that full is better. It is just a dynamic that was really noticeable. There are plenty of eyesores here, from strip malls to dodgy neighborhoods. And the high housing costs have real consequences on the lives of people, particularly ones who don't work at nice high tech jobs. (My brain is petering out here. I will elaborate on this more later.)
Monday, March 23, 2009
Crabby Birthday to Me!
"Thirty Seven?!?!"
As seems to be the usual way, my birthday morphed into a week long celebration. The distance from family and the vagaries of Amazon's shipping speeds meant that the gifts trickled in all week. Kelly had a final on Monday, so we just went out for Thai food (TRADITION!).
Saturday was the best though. Outro Michael (shown above) and his girlfriend, Candice, served an outstanding crab feast... replete with crab bisque, corn fritters, home-made sauces and half of a dungeness crab. We followed that up with a fantabulous Guinness cake baked by my wife. From there we went and saw Paula Poundstone perform her standup act.
It was fascinating to watch the live crab be dropped into the boiling water. On one hand, I felt a twinge of remorse. I think that feeling is a bizarre byproduct of our urbanized and gentrified lifestyles. Food is not something grown, raised or caught. It is something that magically appears in shrink-wrapped packaging on our shelves next to the Soylent Green. Heck, Kelly and I were amazed last year at watching eggplants grow. I figure, if I can't handle the reality of the process, I shouldn't be eating the food. And on the other hand, it was really freaking tasty.
I had a really hard time with my last California birthday (#29), and I was worried that this one would be similar. Thanks to some real support from my wife and friends (and the help of an income higher than a grad student), it was a very special and energizing experience. I miss all of you who are far away, but you will just have to work your way out here soon.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Book Recommendation Time
I just finished reading "On Being Certain. Believing You Are Right Even When You Are Not." by Robert Burton. Absolutely fascinating.
Why are so many people certain of things even when all the facts are contravening? Are they stupid or willfully ignorant? Why is one of those people occasionally staring back at me from the mirror?
The premise of the book is that logical reasoning and assessment of certainty take place in two separate parts of the brain. The "feeling of knowing" is more of a subconscious assessment than a deliberate weighing of facts and probabilities.
An example from the book. On the day after the Challenger explosion, a professor had freshman students write down what they thought and what they felt. Then when the students were seniors, he asked them to write down how they remembered feeling on the day after the Challenger explosion. In many cases, the two accounts were notably different. The interesting thing is that even when presented with their own recollections, many students disagreed that that was what they were feeling at the time. On student even says, "That's my handwriting, but that's not what happened."
The feeling of knowing can be present even without knowledge... "I know that guy's name, I just can't remember it right now." The feeling of knowing can be absent in the presence of knowledge... I know that I live 2500 miles away from my family but at some level it still doesn't seem real.
The author wanders around explaining how the brain works to produce this sensation and this part is a little tough to read... partly because he is telling me things that I "know" to be false. "My conscious thoughts are not some tip of the iceberg floating on vast body of shrouded cogitation hidden from view even to myself."
I plan on reading this book a second time to try and make some more sense of sections, but it has been very thought provoking. I also recommend Descarte's Error in this milieu, which I read many years ago.
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