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“To thee we sing with our PCs on WiFi …”

Pomona College (my alma mater) made the Top 20 list for PC Magazine’s evaluation of “Most Wired Colleges.” Back in the day, we were (for a liberal arts place) pretty…

Pomona College (my alma mater) made the Top 20 list for PC Magazine’s evaluation of “Most Wired Colleges.”

Back in the day, we were (for a liberal arts place) pretty progressive, computer-wise. We had one of the first IBM 4331s released, available for student and faculty use (bear in mind that PCs were just barely toys at the time), and one of my first jobs as Systems Programmer Intern (which was my entre into the whole Computer Biz) was to oversee an upgrade to VM/SP2 on the new 4341. There were numerous computer labs around the campus. And, of course, there were the VAX systems up at Harvey Mudd
and the like.

Of course, that was chicken feed compared to today, when dorm rooms are wired, wireless is all over the place, dorms have computer labs, and all that jazz.

Still, kind of cool to see the old stomping grounds mentioned in this context.

Eating ET

Forget the Reese’s Pieces — I want me some of that yummy space alien! Village residents from the Rostov region of Russia caught a weird creature two weeks ago after…

Forget the Reese’s Pieces — I want me some of that yummy space alien!

Village residents from the Rostov region of Russia caught a weird creature two weeks ago after a strong storm in the Sea of Azov. The shark-looking creature was producing strange squeaky sounds. The fishermen originally believed that they had caught an alien and decided to film the monster with the help of a cell phone camera. The footage clearly shows the creatures’ head, body and long tail. The bizarre catch was weighing almost 100 kilograms, the Komsomolskaya Pravda reports.

However, ufologists and scientists were greatly disappointed when they found out that the fishermen had eaten the monster. They said that they were not scared of the creature so they decided to use it as food. One of the men said that it was the most delicious dish he had ever eaten.

The Scream

Yet another review of everyone’s favorite sound effect, the Wilhelm. In the 1951 movie Distant Drums starring Gary Cooper, a small band of soldiers were crossing a swamp in…

Yet another review of everyone’s favorite sound effect, the Wilhelm.

In the 1951 movie Distant Drums starring Gary Cooper, a small band of soldiers were crossing a swamp in pursuit of Seminole Indians. While wading through the Everglades one unnamed soldier was attacked and dragged underwater by an alligator. His last sound as he died was a startled scream.

In The Charge at Feather River two years later, a soldier named Private Wilhelm screamed in what sounded like alligator-assaulted agony when he was struck by an arrow. In fact, his cry of pained surprise was practically identical to unnamed soldier’s. Both men would soon be forgotten as a bit parts in B-movies, seen by relatively few moviegoers. But the holler they bellowed went on to be heard by millions– if not billions– of people worldwide.

Previous references here: 1, 2. Other oft-heard effects: Castle Thunder and Red-Tailed Hawk.

And a Happy Valentine’s Day to Kitten, too!

Love you, Kitteniboo! (Yeah, I prefer “Katherine,” and her own preferences waver, but it sure fits on a candy heart a lot more easily!)…

Love you, Kitteniboo!

(Yeah, I prefer “Katherine,” and her own preferences waver, but it sure fits on a candy heart a lot more easily!)

Happy Valentine’s Day, my love

Words (of which I know a few) cannot express how deeply I love my wife. I only hope my actions are up to the job, every day….

Words (of which I know a few) cannot express how deeply I love my wife. I only hope my actions are up to the job, every day.

Media arcade

I love TV news. I love Penny Arcade, too, though for very different reasons. One is an insightful, occasionally outrageous, entertaining, informative part of my day. The other is…

I love TV news. I love Penny Arcade, too, though for very different reasons. One is an insightful, occasionally outrageous, entertaining, informative part of my day. The other is the TV news.

More Winter

It’s supposed to be colder in Denver today — in the teens — than in Pueblo. Or Grand Junction. Or Vail, fergoshsakes, up in the mountains. Despite 2-3 new…

It’s supposed to be colder in Denver today — in the teens — than in Pueblo. Or Grand Junction. Or Vail, fergoshsakes, up in the mountains.

Despite 2-3 new inches on the ground (down south at least — by the office it’s more like an inch-plus), the drive in was uneventful. Was smart enough to wear a sweater and snow boots today, though.

Karate Kid Dad

Made it to my (woo-hoo!) second karate class tonight, having cunningly arranged to be out of town on business last week. Rather than a small group of 8, it was…

Made it to my (woo-hoo!) second karate class tonight, having cunningly arranged to be out of town on business last week. Rather than a small group of 8, it was more like 22, which made the dance studio it’s done in at the rec center a bit crowded. Still, everyone was friendly to the only white belt there (me), and I still remembered most of my kata from last time, and did halfway decently on the various moves and exercises, so I felt pretty good about it.

If I survive the third class on Thursday, I’ll treat myself to actually buying a gi, rather than doing it in sweats-and-a-t-shirt.

On a parallel note, though I didn’t lose any weight whilst off on my business trip, I actually managed to hold steady at 199, so woot for me!

The best way to make sure a meeting will be cancelled …

… is to invest time prepping for it. I think this is akin to the best way to make it rain/snow is to get your car washed….

… is to invest time prepping for it.

I think this is akin to the best way to make it rain/snow is to get your car washed.

Okay, think we’ve filled our “Winter” quota now

This past week has been very typical Denver winter — cold, but not bone-chilling. And while I was away, most of the snow and ice on the sunny sides…

This past week has been very typical Denver winter — cold, but not bone-chilling. And while I was away, most of the snow and ice on the sunny sides of streets took a real pounding, melt-wise. We still have street drifts in the parking area, but the yard is clean and all.

This morning? Temps in the teens, and a slow, steady snow drizzle. At least I wore some boots.

The biology of Godzilla

A review of the scientific lit on Godzilla, a field sometimes known as kaiju-biology (where kaiju means, naturally, “monster”). What kind of dinosaur is Godzilla, how does he stand,…

A review of the scientific lit on Godzilla, a field sometimes known as kaiju-biology (where kaiju means, naturally, “monster”). What kind of dinosaur is Godzilla, how does he stand, how does he spew radioactivity? Inquiring minds want to know!

Godzilla is meant to be something like 100 m tall and between 20,000 and 60,000 tons in weight (his size fluctuates in the various films). Of course lots of people who like doing sums and talking about cubes and so on have used the mathematics of scaling to show why – duh – Godzilla couldn’t really walk, stand, or even exist. Michael Dexter presents the argument here, and also brings in thoughts on blood pressure, circulation and physiology to show that a living Godzilla would variously fall to pieces, tear itself
apart, have its organs turn to jelly, explode due to a build-up of internal heat… you get the picture.

Nevertheless, much like the movie fans, the biologists tend to think better of the “old school” Godzilla than the 1998 Americanized version (known also as GINO, “Godzilla in Name Only”).

Indeed TriStar’s GINO did look far more realistic, with its horizontal body posture and flexed hindlimbs making it look like an immense theropod; this despite the fact that it was meant to be a mutated lizard of some sort. The TriStar Godzilla also behaves a bit more like an animal than the real Godzilla: it doesn’t seem to have a sense of honour, doesn’t talk to other monsters, doesn’t use martial arts, and doesn’t have atomic breath, for example. But given that it’s over 120 m long, 90 m tall and weighs
over 24,000 tons, yet is slim-legged and slender, able to run at over 300 mph, and capable of leaping over skyscrapers and such, I somehow sense that Devlin, Emmerich and their colleagues were not striving for biomechanical accuracy in creating the new-look monster. Or, at least, let’s hope not.

That’s a lot of Girl Scout cookies

160 boxes, in fact. Good job, Kitten! this post enabled by airblogging.com….

160 boxes, in fact. Good job, Kitten!

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Book Review: Green Lantern: Hero’s Quest

Yeah, I’ve been on a bit of a tear of late with the super-hero novels. Actually, I’ve been reading other stuff, too, just nothing to completion (or nothing previously unread)….

Yeah, I’ve been on a bit of a tear of late with the super-hero novels. Actually, I’ve been reading other stuff, too, just nothing to completion (or nothing previously unread).


 

Green Lantern: Hero’s Quest by Dennis O’Neil (2005)

Overall Story
Re-Readability Characters

This is yet another in a series of DC Comics JLA novels. Like many of the others, this one is written by an old, experienced hand at the comics biz, Denny O’Neil. Like many of the others, it’s a mixed bag. It was finished in 2003, interestingly, but never made it to print until 2005.

Story: First off, this is a Kyle Raynor GL tale. That should be okay, unless you are a huge Hal Jordan fan. O’Neil was part of the group that brainstormed Kyle, so it should work, right? Except … it’s not really a Kyle Raynor tale, but a sort of parallel world Kyle Raynor tale. It goes over his origin at GL, his early challenges, his saving the universe (literally), and becoming, in his own mind, a hero. But some of the particulars are different — not just
a few trivial continuity-boy particulars, but major chunks of Kyle’s backstory, his experiences, the whole basis of the Green Lantern Corps, Hal Jordan’s fate, the origins of the JLA — I mean, profoundly different “This couldn’t be done in the DC Universe” sort of stuff.

And it’s not necessarily better. I mean, yeah, we can avoid some of the clutter of DCU continuity, but what comes back is kind of dry and sterile. There’s a brief, taunting nod to that original continuity — the refrigerator scene, in particular — but then it’s gone and rejected.

Weird.

That said, the story, in and of itself, isn’t bad. We see Kyle progressing from a slacker to a hero, facing tremendous challenges, and coming out triumphant. The best parts of the book are in the first third or so, as Kyle tries to learn how to use the ring. How do you find your way home from orbit, for example. For that matter, how do you keep from suffocating in space? That early discovery period is where the book shines.

But from there, it goes downhill, with more dialog than action, and more Cosmic Stuff than “real” experiences. The cosmic stuff gets more than a bit much — and since that’s two-thirds of the book, that’s a problem. We really don’t need to have Kyle talk about how he can’t quite grasp the weird stuff happening, words fail him, etc., all the time, or over and over.

But all that said, the story hung together pretty decently, had a few twists, a few deus ex machina and Bobby Ewing in the Shower moments, but overall … not bad.

Characters: Kyle’s character (within the bounds described above) is done okay, even pretty well. Problem is, everyone else is a cardboard cut-out. We get only sketchy involvement with the rest of the JLA (who Mysteriously Vanish early on), Ganthet the Oan is a cipher in a red nightshirt, the other aliens are utterly inscruitable, Hal Jordan is both out of character and not all that interesting, and we don’t learn enough of Hal’s companion to build an opinion.

Re-readability: I could imagine rereading this, someday. It’s not written badly, and the story doesn’t depend on solving the puzzle or finding the McGuffin. I just don’t know that I ever will.

Overall: I’m not sure why O’Neil wrote something so unnecessarily non-canon, without even taking a few obvious outs to make it so. He has long experience with GL (both modern versions) and with the DCU, so it wouldn’t be beyond him. He just … doesn’t. And, honestly, the book is less interesting and less rich for all that. Not bad — just disappointingly not good.

The Music of Alfred Hitchcock

Or, at least, of his movies. From Saturday’s NPR Morning Edition, “‘Hitchcock’s Music’ Scores Big on Suspense”: American Studies professor Jack Sullivan examines the celebrated director’s relationship to sound in…

Or, at least, of his movies. From Saturday’s NPR Morning Edition, “‘Hitchcock’s Music’ Scores Big on Suspense“:

American Studies professor Jack Sullivan examines the celebrated director’s relationship to sound in his new book, Hitchcock’s Music.

Hitchcock’s fruitful and sometimes volatile collaboration with such composers as Bernard Hermann Psycho, Vertigo, North by Northwest) and Miklos Rozsa (Spellbound) created some of the most gripping scores of all time.

Sullivan tells Scott Simon about some favorite musical moments, notes Hitchcock’s fondness for waltzes and discourses on how his use of music has influenced generations of filmmakers.

Fun article (and, appropriately, an audio one).

(via Avocet)

Student of the Week

That’s what Katherine is this week — a rotating position through the class that gives her all sorts of interesting things to do … including carrying around a Kermit…

That’s what Katherine is this week — a rotating position through the class that gives her all sorts of interesting things to do … including carrying around a Kermit the Frog doll and journaling about what they did. (Which, in this case, includes visiting Starbucks.)

Save the planet, old chap!

A “fun” BBC sim game on how, as “President for a Century,” you could dictate European policy to regulate CO2 emissions. Simplistic, but not too much so, as you…

A “fun” BBC sim game on how, as “President for a Century,” you could dictate European policy to regulate CO2 emissions. Simplistic, but not too much so, as you balance money, electricity, water, food, emissions — and, of course, all-important public opinion (without which support your options become much more limited). And, meanwhile, every now and again you get to negotiate with the rest
of the world for setting global emission limits.

My results? Well, I managed to reduce emissions, provide the EU with plenty of electricity, keep most of the world happy — but left the economy (as noted) a shambles, which is hardly a “win.”

(via Tony)

Pretty in Pink

Kate points to a truly goofy Maureen Dowd column (and a nice response to it), the gist of which is, “Good heavens, upon entering a bookstore I discovered a plethora…

Kate points to a truly goofy Maureen Dowd column (and a nice response to it), the gist of which is, “Good heavens, upon entering a bookstore I discovered
a plethora of low-brow, so-called ‘chick lit’ on the bookshelves, truly a sign of the End Times and the utter stupefaction of American culture in general, and the literary world in particular. Gads.”

Or, in Dowd’s own words on her visit to a Borders:

Suddenly I was swimming in pink. I turned frantically from display table to display table, but I couldn’t find a novel without a pink cover. I was accosted by a sisterhood of cartoon women, sexy string beans in minis and stilettos, fashionably dashing about book covers with the requisite urban props — lattes, books, purses, shopping bags, guns and, most critically, a diamond ring.

Was it a Valentine’s Day special?

No, I realized with growing alarm, chick lit was no longer a niche. It had staged a coup of the literature shelves. Hot babes had shimmied into the grizzled old boys’ club, the land of Conrad, Faulkner and Maugham. The store was possessed with the devil spawn of “The Devil Wears Prada.” The blood-red high heel ending in a devil’s pitchfork on the cover of the Lauren Weisberger best seller might as well be driving a stake through the heart of the classics.

Or, to quote fellow lit snob who was accompanying her, Leon Wieseltier:

“These books do not seem particularly demanding in the manner of real novels,” Leon said. “And when we’re at war and the country is under threat, they seem a little insular. America’s reading women could do a lot worse than to put down ‘Will Francine Get Her Guy?’ and pick up ‘The Red Badge of Courage.’ ”

Because, of course, if only all those girly-girl pink-bound slightly-more-respectable-than-bodice-rippers were to be cast upon a bonfire somewhere, all those insular, escapist, girly-girl women buying the stuff would instead turn to true literary classics, like The Red Batdge of Courage or Nostromo.

Riiiiiight.

The fact is, 99% of women (and men) have either never read The Red Badge of Courage, or were required to read it in high school and never want to read it again. The presence of “chick lit” in its various incarnations, breaking out of the genre ghetto, isn’t a sign of decline in anything (indeed, it actually indicates that folks may be going into bookstores and buying books, surely not a bad thing). And the reason that Borders is giving as much space to it as “Conrad, Faulkner and
Maugham” is that, really, the audience for those authors isn’t getting smaller, it just was never that large to begin with.

Should folks read the classics? Probably, though I’d probably worry about someone who only read them and eschewed any lighter-weight entertainment. But shoulds and oughts and I-say-rathers are a different proposition than asking “Is chick lit evil and intellectually degrading?”

Escapist, fluffy, entertaining fare has been a staple of literature since the the printing press (and, of course, long before). For every Shakespeare (himself accused of low-brow masses-pandering) there were hundreds of playwrights who simply gave the “hoi-polloi” what they wanted — simple tales of good and evil and bawdiness and laughter and escapism. For Dowd and Wieseltier to pooh-pooh such things is snobbery of the highest water, and to comment that in a time of war and threat folks really ought to
be reading tales that take serious looks at such things flies in the face of reality (cf. the vast majority of motion pictures made during WWII). And, of course, there have always been plenty of folks — “critics,” we often call them — who have turned up their noses at such things, feigning horror and gleefully noting how plebeian the plebes are.

I am not, myself, an aficionado of “chick lit” (if I understand the term correctly), but I do enjoy other genre fare, much of which would seem “not particularly demanding” to the NY Times or New Republic literary audience.

Gee, sorry about that. Guess I should break out the Hardy and Hemingway and Homer and feel properly put in my place.

Big Meetings, Day 4 (fin)

Friday was the day for … FInal presentations and discussions, esp. the ones which had gotten the least prep time. Trying to do various week-end status reports while still participating…

Friday was the day for …

  1. FInal presentations and discussions, esp. the ones which had gotten the least prep time.
  2. Trying to do various week-end status reports while still participating in discussions. (Fred: “Dave, you dog! How did you get your status report in already?” Dave: “Because I’m good.”
  3. Wrap-up and summary and assignments of the various activities developed.
  4. Getting the Boss to sign the stuff we brought out for him to sign (esp. important because he is then off on three weeks of travel. Argh.)
  5. Heading home.

The last item garnered the most attention (though the other ones went pretty well, too).

Despite efforts to get this to go four full days. the travails of the East Coasters trumped that sentiment for the last day. Facing 7-9 hours of travel (with time zone changes and layovers), and with a dearth of later flights to enable it, we were scheduled to be let go at 3, to give us 90 minutes to get down to LAX and the first flight someone else had, at 5:30.

We actually got off at 2:30 or so, and quickly hustled to the car, which I drove quickly but safely southward. We made good time until Sepulveda Pass, of course, at which point it was slow-and-go to the airport.

Now, I’d done some research. I had a 7:55p flight. The next earliest flight United recorded was 4:35p. It was 4:10 as we were riding the shuttle back from the Hertz lot. United is, natch, the last terminal.

This was the first time I’d gone into the United Premier terminal — wherein we Elite and Premier and Platinum Flyers get our own lines and check-in kiosks. A small chamber orchestra in the corner provides entertainment, and there’s a whiff of cardamom and cash being wafted from small braziers. Just kidding about most of that.

So I check in — and, huzzah! there’s a 5p (“Delayed”) I can get on stand-by (but not confirmed stand-by, which meant I didn’t give it all much hope). The other person I was with had a 6:30p flight, but was being told she might be able to get on a a 4:45p to Chicago earlier, if she could make it.

We dashed to the security lines. I let Suzie go first, since she had the closest “connection.” I was going to tell her that she could just run ahead after security, but when I glanced over — she was in the Box.

*sigh*

Now, Suzie is one of the most trustworthy and upstanding persons I work with. She’s the “person in the room you’d trust to raise your kid” sort. So, of course, the irony (beyond her being in a rush) of having to through the wanding, and then the swabbing of the inside of all the bags was even more amazing/irksome.

She eventually demonstrated she wasn’t a terrorist, and we proceeded at speed toward the gates.

I waved her on to go check at my stand-by — figuring I could at least confirm I wasn’t going to be on the flight.

To my surprise (1) they did indeed have seating on the 5p for me, and (2) the guy asked, “Hey, can you get down to gate 77 in 5 minutes?”

Watch the Dave-shaped hole in the air once you get my boarding pass printed.

So I did the OJ Simpson down the concourse and raced onto my plane — with a very nice seat, as well — made a quick call to Suzie and to Margie — and as a result got to the house at 8:30a (rather than after midnight) — which is, of course, not a bad way to end a long business trip.

Broken news

With all due respect to CNN Headline News, “Anna Nicole Smith Autopsy Underway” is not “BREAKING NEWS.”…

With all due respect to CNN Headline News, “Anna Nicole Smith Autopsy Underway” is notBREAKING NEWS.”

A brief romantic interlude by Instant Message

3:49 PM Margie: kiss kiss me: Doing PowerPoint presentation on the projector right now, kiss! 3:52 PM Margie: 😮 3:53 PM me: NP … everyone is quite amused. It…

3:49 PM Margie: kiss kiss
me: Doing PowerPoint presentation on the projector right now, kiss!
3:52 PM Margie: 😮
3:53 PM me: NP … everyone is quite amused.

It was … chuckleworthy.