Thursday, December 16, 2004

That blog thing

In the grand tradition of blogs linking to better blogs, riverbend has something important to say.

Tuesday, December 7, 2004

Thoughts on flags

Each morning on the ride into work, I pass the tattered remains of a thousand flags. They flap, forgotten, from car radio antennas that sift Howard Stern and Rush Limbaugh from the airwaves.

They cry out, "We are what remains of your glorious liberty; that which you left to wither in the wind so that you might smugly pronounce your patriotism."

/. gems

  • Moral men admit mistakes. Immoral men will go to any length to justify their actions and will never admit wrong doing.

  • Moral men think long and hard about starting actions that result in the deaths of 15,000 people.

  • Moral men start wars as a last resort.

  • Moral men start wars as a last resort when they say that is what they intend to do - i.e moral men keep their word.

  • Moral men do not prey upon the fears of Americans to facilitate acts of foreign agression.

  • Moral men are not certain in the face of all doubt but always doubt their information and actions when either of those result in harm to others.

  • Moral men do not accuse others of "flip-flopping" if they themselves have "flip-flopped" repeatedly - i.e. moral men are not hypocrites.

  • Moral men do not misconstrue the words and ideas of their opponents in order to attack an easier target - i.e. moral me do not construct straw men.

  • Moral men step down from positions of authority when it is clear they don't have the intellect, judgement, or leadership to justly execute that authority.

War for the Dollar



Thursday, December 2, 2004

Props to SpeakEasy and Covad

I've got a cold that's been kicking my butt for a week now, but the upside is that since I was sick I was home when the DSL installers came out (for the 8th or 9th time) and finally got my DSL setup working at a tolerable, if suboptimal, bitrate (924 kbps).

I've got to take a second to give major props to the folks at They have provided the best technical support I've ever experienced throughout this process. The techs and the installers from Covad have actually listened to me and treated me like a technically knowlegable human being, which is almost unheard of in the tech support world. When the problems they've encountered have gone beyond my knowledge, they explained the details of the loop circuitry to me so that I could interact with their onsite techs better. It's been amazing. Moreover, since they weren't able to delivier the full 1.5 Mbit service, they've given me a bit of a break on my static IPs to make up for it.

I ran across some awesome FAQ-type pages for C today, as well, on c declarations and the ANSI C standard.

Note to self: possible option for X login for the laptop:

Set shell to /usr/X11R6/bin/startx (may need to add /usr/X11R6/bin/startx to /etc/shells in order for this to work.)

Wednesday, November 17, 2004


Never had much respect for Eminem. Until I saw this.

This is a battle that I don't know how to fight. I voted my conscience but the bigots and the bastards and the fascists who cheated us are taking us down a wrong road where maybe we can't back up.

We need a law. If a president decides to take the country to war, he should stand on the front lines.

Monday, November 15, 2004

Great taglines

Sometimes the greatest statements are made in the fewest words. I've always liked collecting clever tags, but my main collection got wiped out a couple of years ago in a system crash and I haven't done much work reassembling it. Here are a few good ones I've seen recently:

Jesus used to be my co-pilot, but we crashed in the mountains and I had to eat him.

Statistics are like bikinis: they show interesting details but hide the important stuff.

Those who do not know history are doomed to reimplement it.

Friday, November 12, 2004

The "Balanced" media & Science

On Killing

I spent all of last week hunting, and for the first time in several years my father and I managed to kill animals, two deer. Although I've been hunting big game on and off (more off than on) since I was fourteen years old, this is the first year that I was indisputably responsible for a kill. When I was younger, my father and I hunted side-by-side and we both fired at an animal at once, making it questionable whether I was ever responsible for a kill.

This year I experienced something I don't really remember from years past, although I know it was present in some form or other - the absolute understanding of the connection between meat and death. Intellectually I've always known this, but it's something different to see a wild animal standing on a hillside, vibrant and alive, and then to kill and butcher it personally and reduce it to a hundred pounds of neatly wrapped packages sitting in a freezer.

A lot of people might think that this might turn one off of hunting, or of eating meat, but the experience has been different for me this year. It feels more like I'm finally taking responsibility for all of the cattle and chickens and pigs that have been slaughtered in assembly-line fashion to feed me over the years. I have a deep respect for the animals' life I took, a respect that is intimately tied to the hard work of dragging a carcass up out of a canyon, the days of effort to butcher the animal with care to waste as little as humanly possible.

Hunting for one's meat, or raising it, seems much more right than passing off the difficult work to others. It does not allow one to become disassociated with the responsibility for death, with a basic and animalistic aspect of our human nature. Religion casts us as spiritual beings, and I think that in doing so it diminishes our respect and sense of responsibility for our natural world much in the same way that shrink-wrapped meat in the grocery store diminishes our sense of respect and responsibility for the deaths of the livestock that feed us.

Comparative Maps

This has been blogged everywhere, but I still find it interesting to compare the following maps:

Map of antebellum slave states

Distribution of baptists in the United States

Results of the 2004 election

Thursday, November 11, 2004

More gems from /.

A great quote:

Truth is often indeed subjective, but the mere existence of a differing opinion doesn't automatically make that opinion valuable or credible.

And a good article reference:

July 29, 1996

In Defense of Nonsense

By Lawrence Krauss

CLEVELAND, Ohio -- Four months ago, when his Presidential campaign still seemed viable, Patrick Buchanan appeared on a national television program and argued in favor of creationism. This, by itself, is not so remarkable, given some of Mr. Buchanan's other views.

What seemed more significant, however, was that the same national media that questioned other Buchanan campaign planks like trade protectionism and limits on immigration did not produce a major article or editorial proclaiming the candidate's views on evolution to be simple nonsense.

Why is this the case? Could it be that the fallacies inherent in a strict creationist viewpoint are so self-evident that they were deemed not to deserve comment? I think not. Indeed, when a serious candidate for the highest office of the most powerful nation on earth holds such views you would think that this commentary would automatically become "newsworthy."

Rather, what seems to have taken hold is a growing hesitancy among both journalists and scholars to state openly that some viewpoints are not subject to debate: they are simply wrong. They might point out flaws, but journalists also feel great pressure to report on both sides of a "debate."

Part of the reason is that few journalists naturally feel comfortable enough on scientific matters to make pronouncements. But there is another good reason for such hesitancy. In a truly democratic society, one might argue, everything is open to debate.

Who has the authority to deem certain ideas incorrect or flawed? Indeed, appeal to authority is as much an anathema to scientists as it is to many on the academic left who worry about the authority of the "scientific establishment."

What is so wonderful about scientific truth, however, is that the authority which determines whether there can be debate or not does not reside in some fraternity of scientists; nor is it divine.

The authority rests with experiment.

It is perhaps the most immutable but most widely misunderstood property of modern science: a proposition can never be proved to be absolutely true. There can always be some experiment lurking around the corner to require alteration of any model of reality.

What is unequivocal, however, is falseness. A theory whose predictions fail the test of experiment is always wrong, period, end of story.

The earth isn't flat, because you can travel around it, period, end of story.

This misunderstanding is at the heart of much scholarly debate in recent months, including the amusing hoax that a New York University physicist, Alan Sokal, played at the expense of the editors of the journal Social Text. The postmodernist journal published a bogus article that Professor Sokal had written as a satire of some social science criticism of the nature of scientific knowledge.

It was aimed at those in the humanities who study the social context of science, but whom he argued could not discern empirically falsifiable models from meaningless nonsense.

The editors, on the other hand, argued that publication was based in part on their notion that the community of scholars depends on the goodwill of the participants -- namely they had assumed Professor Sokal had something to say.

They too have a point.

The great paranormal debunker and magician, the Amazing Randi, has shown time and again that earnest researchers can be duped by those who would have been willing to answer "yes" to the question "are you lying?" but who were never asked.

We must always be skeptical. Being skeptical, however does not get in the way of the search for objective truths.

It merely assists in the uncovering of falsehoods.

Another popular misunderstanding of the nature of truth and falsehood in modern science involves the speculative ideas which often appear at the frontiers of research.

For example, the science writer John Horgan has argued that such speculations are unrelated to the real world around us. But notions such as "superstrings" and "baby universes" are not akin to arguments about the number of angels on the head of a pin, much as they may bear a superficial resemblance.

They are merely the most recent straw men in a longstanding effort to get at the truth. They would not be taken seriously by anyone were it not for the belief that these notions, when properly understood, might in principle one day lead to either direct or indirect predictions which may be falsified by future experiments or else which may or may not explain existing data. The debate among physicists about the viability of these ideas is simply a debate among those who think the notions will be testable and those who suspect they won't.

No physicist I know has ever suggested that unprovable speculation will shine on its own merits, whether or not it can be taken literally, or that it is progress to come up with a theory which cannot be proved false.

Mr. Horgan is absolutely correct to suggest that this approach is impotent.

But his error is to confuse this process with what physicists actually do, and thereby demean the notion of scientific truth.

This whole issue might make for simply an amusing academic debate were it not for the potentially grave consequences for society at large.

If we are unwilling, unilaterally, to brand scientific nonsense as just that, regardless of whose sensibilities might be offended -- religious or otherwise -- then the whole notion of truth itself becomes blurred.

The need to present both sides of an issue is only necessary when there are two sides. When empirically verifiable falsehoods become instead subjects for debate, then nonsense associated with international conspiracy theories, holocaust denials and popular demagogues like Louis Farrakhan or Pat Robertson cannot effectively be rooted out.

When nonsense which can be empirically falsified is presented under a creationist guise as critical thinking, a controversy is created in our schools where none should exist. When the empirically falsifiable supposition that someone was not present at a murder when his DNA is found mixed with the blood of victims at the crime scene is not recognized as nonsense, murderers can go home free.

Nonsense masquerading as truth has been with us as long as records can date.

But the increasingly blatant nature of the nonsense uttered with impunity in public discourse is chilling.

Our democratic society is imperiled as much by this as any other single threat, regardless of whether the origins of the nonsense are religious fanaticism, simple ignorance or personal gain.

Perhaps the greatest single legacy our scientific heritage can bestow on us is a well-defined procedure for exposing nonsense.

We would all be wise to heed the advice passed on by Arthur Hays Sulzberger, the publisher of The New York Times from 1935 to 1961: "I believe in an open mind, but not so open that your brains fall out."

Thursday, September 30, 2004

And more...

extract of chapter 21 of "The Little Prince"

"What does that mean--tame?"

"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. "It means to establish ties."

"To establish ties?"

"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . ." .....

if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . . "

The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time. "Please--tame me!" he said.

Respect for a loss


Turn down a glass afore his place;

Draw up the dog-eared chair;

For though we shall not see his face,

I think he will be here

Our wedding day to share.

Turn up the glass where she would be

And put a red rose there.

Her quick, grey eyes we cannot see,

But weren't they everywhere,

And shall not they be here?

Though them old blids are in the grave

And their good light's gone out,

We'd sooner their kind ghosties have

Than all the living rout

As will be there no doubt.

For some are dead as cannot die.

Some flown as cannot flee.

You still do fancy 'em near by.

'Tis so with him and she,

At any rate to we.

-- Eden Philpotts

Wednesday, September 29, 2004


Just watched the first X-Prize flight by Space Ship One. Discovered NASA TV and the coverage of the launch was incredible with live streaming video from the wing cameras on the spacecraft. From 100km you really get an amazing view of the curvature of the earth.

This is the big step. This is the opportunity, when private enterprise finds a way to make a profit by leaving the nest of Earth and exploration begins, first of the solar system and then to the stars. 40 years ago it was shown to be possible, but the cost was too great. Today the cost comes down to within the reach of private companies and private citizens, and all of humanity comes out the winners.