Saturday, November 29, 2008
Mark My Words
In the event that it doesn't come with a Flux Capacitor, I'll have to settle for the iPod jack, heated seats, and bluetooth integration kit... maybe the backup camera too.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
On the Rediscovery of the Red Savory
Knight to C3
Pawn B6 to C6
Rook A1 to A5
Fig Newton J1 to incisor L2
Then the grayfish proclaimed to all through my ear-trumpet:
All hail the great tree of the shrouded everyman
For its diaspora has spread to twelve continents
And is broadcast to the other five in 1080p
Indeed, it was a time of accelerated enlightenment that promised a bounty of further discovery with every passing millisecond, where old habits quickly and silently faded into the teeming switchgrass, and even older ones sunk into the gaping sandtrap behind the 6th green. Jonah's gaze absent-mindedly followed the tangled loops of his shoelaces, as he pondered the fact that his name would never again be mentioned beyond the bounds of this sentence.
Excelsior! We have transcended the anonymity of a misplaced black button floating in a distant cranberry pond.
From within the sarcophagus, I could hear this voice and the footsteps that preceded him: they had become numb from frequent immersion in chilled marmalade. As the voice continue to mutter to itself about the proper aging policies for non-liquid receivables, I wondered how it was that I became suddenly encased in a sarcophagus in the middle of a chessboard. To be sure, King Tut had recently appeared to me in a dream, but his incessant circumlocution on topics that bore no relevance to my rapidly-declining home value prevented me from waking up for 37 days. The sum of 3 and 7 is 10. Knight C3 to D5. As a child, Ancient Egyptian civilization captivated my imagination (often through such vehicles as Choose Your Own Adventure Books and Super Mario Brothers), and I knew that, someday, I would visit. That day was not now; it was last Wednesday.
By the time I had found the crowbar at my feet and pried the sarcophagus open with my elbow (after I had swallowed the crowbar), it had become phosphorescently clear that I had been checkmated by the ham-and-cheese sandwich parked at G5. The hour of ultimate defeat was at hand, for I had failed to obtain the secret 1-UP contained within the Level 5 Warp Zone, and consequently had no lives remaining in reserve. The sandwich lurched forward, sometimes erratically, sometimes delicately, and sometimes in a trumpet-accentuated figure-eight pattern, as the butter-like fabric of space-time melted cleanly and evenly into Jean Valjean's cosmic bowl of lightly-salted popcorn.
And so it came to pass that, at some point in time -- or perhaps never -- I was unexpectedly quashed from existence by a common lunchbox item. But at that meaningless point where the left-hand and right-hand limits of my consciousness diverged to opposite infinities, it could be summarily stated by an unidentified, omniscient third-person narrator that I felt more like myself than anyone else ever did or ever will.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Teacup Politics
And so, in this spirit, I present to you a simple cup of tea, as viewed through the eyes of both major parties at their political conventions. (Note that my presentation may be slightly affected by my conviction that the VP acceptance speech that I just watched was largely based on a fictional reality that some people want all of us to accept as truth, and go to great lengths to suggest that we "don't get it" if we happen to disagree.)
Party #1: "Look at this tea cup! It is filled with a warm, aromatic Earl Grey with a dash of cream. Why, then, is it served with two lemon slices, if most people do not like their tea with both cream and lemon -- surely you're joking, Mr. Feynman! Perhaps we should make it a policy to always serve both the cream and lemon separate from the tea itself, so that people may be empowered to choose for themselves whether they want lemon or cream. And if they want both -- well, although I'd personally never do it, who am I to decide what one does with tea, lemon, and cream within the privacy of one's own home?
Party #2: Here before us stands the finest wine decanter in all the land. Made of the highest quality glass blown and shaped by American Standard Glass in Wichita, Kansas -- the heart of the American great plains! -- she proudly holds a full bottle of your favorite Appalachian-made wine. How could anyone not recognize and appreciate the simple, elegant beauty of its craftmanship? Nevermind what the tea-loving, elitist news media might suggest: this piece was not meant to hold Earl Grey! (After all, we valiantly fought off the British in 1776 and again in 1812 -- why would we disgrace this work of art with such a vile liquid?) Its use is quite simple and straightforward: simply open the wine bottle of your choosing and empty its contents into the decanter -- that's it! There's no need to add lemon, cream, or any other unnecessary foreign substance... and since there is no such need, why don't we enact legislation requiring that wine decanters of this quality only hold the finest wines -- those made in Appalachia, of course -- and no other drink?
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Today's Random Depictions of Jesus
Backwards Crucifix Rocket Jesus:
"O Lord, protect this Rocket-house
And all who may dwell within the Rocket-house."
-- Homer Simpson, "Mountain of Madness"
Frosted Nightlight Jesus:
Boob-secured Beaded Jesus:
Steel Raptor Terror Jesus:
Creamsicle Sunset Rifle Jesus:
Bloody Bear-slaying Forgiveness Jesus:
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Restoring that Beautiful Copper Tone
Why don't we charter a C-130 to dump a few million gallons of Tarn-X on the Statue of Liberty? Think of all the shiny copper goodness.
And it would only cost $480 million.*
*($5.00/12 oz. Tarn-X)(8 oz. Tarn-X/ft.²)(144M ft.²) + ($4600/hour C-130)(1 hour C-130)
= ($66.67/gal. Tarn-X)(7.2M gal. Tarn-X) + $4600
= $480M + $4600
= $480M
Monday, August 11, 2008
The Captain's Cookbook, Part II
THE CAPTAIN'S COOKBOOK
Applying a Services Oriented Architecture to Culinary Design Problems
Holy Hellfire Tacos
Prep time: 5 minutes (more if you like to rub spicy stuff in your eyes)
Cooking time: 15-20 minutes
Ingredients:
- Approx. 1 pound ground turkey, beef, chicken, pork, or Soylent Green
- 8-12 whole wheat or corn tortillas
- 1 package Ortega (or Old El Paso) taco seasoning
- 1 small bottle Ortega (or Old El Paso) taco sauce (try the green chili sauce for kicks)
- 4 bell peppers of varying colors
- 1 yellow or white onion
- 1-2 habanero peppers (2 = you're f'in crazy)
- 1 block of sharp cheddar cheese
- 1 cucumber, and maybe some tomatoes
- Some amount of lettuce, baby spinach, or other roughage
Cooking Instructions:
- In some sort of frying pan that can also be used as a weapon, brown the meat and drain whatever fat is left from the pan.
- While that's going on, cut the onions and non-habanero peppers into whatever combination of slices, chunks, and cubes you find most aesthetically appealing and sautee them for a bit. Whenever you decide that they're done, set them aside.
- When the meat's all set and/or the spirit moves you, stir in the contents of the Ortega taco seasoning packet into the pan along with whatever amount of water it tells you to add (3/4 cup?), and let it simmer (covered) for 5-10 minutes.
- Meanwhile, carefully cut up the habanero peppers into little bits, but for the love of God do not touch your eyes or any other exposed membrane for the next 48 hours unless you feel like entering a massive and completely indestructible world of pain!!!!(I suppose you could wear gloves while you cut the peppers, but that's cheating.)
- Dump the habanero peppers into the pan and let everything simmer for a few minutes more -- maybe chop up some of the cucumber or try to discover a new prime number while you wait -- and then shut off the burner.
- Fill the tortillas with some combination of taco meat, sauteed veggies, shredded cheese, chopped cucumbers/tomatoes, and leafy greens. Finish with taco sauce.
- If you discovered a new prime number in Step 5, you might want to write it down and show it to someone.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
John Edwards' Political Career - R.I.P., 2008
I'm sure by now that the Internet is rife with pundits and bloggers sounding off about the extramarital affair that John Edwards had with one of his videographers in 2006, so I need not waste much time discussing how unfortunate an act this was, for both the man and for what he used to stand for in American politics. (All I can add are my deepest sympathies for my lovely B&B hostess in New Hampshire who, in late 2007, became so smitten with Edwards and his message after he held a get-together at her house that she actually decided to pay attention to politics for the first time in her life. That's gotta be one hell of a comedown.)
However, as the hour grows late, my eyelids grow heavy, and NBC's Olympics coverage lapses into reruns that are still labeled "LIVE" for some odd reason, I'd like to add the following two-pence on the Edwards topic by referencing a clip from the AP newswire:Former campaign manager David Bonior said he was one of the thousands of friends and supporters that Edwards betrayed, and he shuddered when thinking about what might have happened had Edwards beaten Hillary Rodham Clinton and Barack Obama in the party's primaries.My response: see Presidential Election, United States of America, 2004; results of.
"You can't lie in politics and expect to have people's confidence," he said.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Speaking Words of Wisdom
When you buy a book, most likely because you intend to read it, make sure that you remember that it is on your shelf after you place it there.
If you take a minute to look around, you will realize that most of the things in the universe are larger than you. Therefore, whenever you find yourself in doubt, assume that you are not fat.
Any musical composition can be enhanced by the addition of crash cymbals, tubular bells, and lightly-tapped bongo drums.
Every day presents a multitude of opportunities, and the most fruitful -- and challenging -- will often catch you by surprise. Be sure to enter up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right B, A, Start before taking them on.
If your state government allows it, keep your first set of license plates.
Avoid Scylla and Charybdis at all costs.
If you have an entrepreneurial mind, try to find a commercially-viable way to build a scale model of Crater Lake from a flooded football stadium. Optimize your business model to minimize operating costs and accidental drownings, and refer to the image at left when determining the correct placement of Wizard Island. The use of papier-mâché as a building material is not recommended, unless you are trying to decorate your habitat with gasoline-filled piñatas.
Most larger mammals are funnier on rocket-skates, especially grizzley bears.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Things Are Better When Multiplied by 1000
Note that this movie is not a remake of the 1975 Sylvester Stallone classic shown below (but does seem to draw on it for conceptual inspiration):
Incidentally, the latter flick makes me wax nostalgic for the twilight years of the 20th century, when arbitrarily appending a large multiple of 1000 to the title of something was a trendy way to invoke futurism and instantaneously imbue said something with highly sophisticated, larger-than-life qualities that vaguely suggested omnipotence in a dues ex machina kind of way.
Notable examples of this phenomenon include the following:
- As the great Local News Wars of the 1990s reached their glorious apex, Channel 8 of Portland (Oregon, naturally) decided to christen one of their weather maps Doppler 8000 in an attempt to convince people that they possessed a technologically superior way of forecasting precipitation in the greater Portland area (which, as any resident of that city knows, is extremely challenging, inasmuch as you don't know whether the rain will arrive before or after noontime). In response, rival Channel 6, taking a considerably more comprehensive approach, renamed itelf to Channel 6000. This change may have been confusing to some viewers, as 6000 was not a valid channel on anyone's cable box.
- In 1999, as Microsoft prepared to release the successor to the Windows 98 and Windows NT 4.0 operating systems, a savvy marketer observed that neither "Windows 00" nor "Windows NT 5.0" were very inspiring names; thus was born Windows 2000. To appeal to less sophisticated users (who might be put off by the added sophistication of a 1000-level version number), Microsoft in parallel launched a dumbed-down, friendlier-but-still-futuristic-sounding version of Windows 2000 called Windows Millennium Edition (or "Windows Me"). However, Windows Me's lack of support for popular legacy hardware and software (sound familiar?) and its general inability to connect to the Internet doomed it out of the box -- why wasn't it called Windows 00? -- and it was quickly buried two years later by the widescale adoption of Windows XP.
- In The Simpsons Treehouse of Horror XII, the Ultrahouse 3000 (voiced by Pierce Brosnan) pays homage to the line of homicidal computer systems that started with the HAL-9000 found in Arthur C. Clarke's signature work, 2001: A Space Odyssey. This example provides an excellent opportunity for me to mention that my refrigerator is adorned with a circular magnet fashioned after one of HAL's eyes, so that I can derive considerable pleasure from shouting "Open the door, HAL!!" whenever I want a beer.
(It's probably worth noting that my fridge has yet to respond with "I'm afraid I can't do that.")
So, marketing professionals of the world: when you're feeling uninspired about a brand name and your deadline is looming, just multiply your best idea by a few thousand and call it a day. If you need some extra oomph, try adding a random Greek letter or two. And, when in doubt, finishing everything with bunch of exclamation marks never hurts.
This summer, slow and steady will not win...
DEATH RACE 8000πΩθΔβ!!!!!
Friday, July 25, 2008
3:23am
Some limoncello on the rocks would be just smashing right now. Apparently it's not too hard to make.
This is indented
and italicized
text
broken up into
several lines
like a poem perhaps...
in your head
when you read it?
and the voice is softer
more ethereal
androgynous
like a stoned fifth grader
STOP
Here's a stack of watermelons exploding in slow motion, set to a version of the 1812 Overture that has been transposed down a couple of keys for some reason:
Why do I still have this lava lamp from high school that I never use? Maybe I should plug it in before I go to bed. Then, when I wake up in the middle of the night bathed in purple and yellow (wasn't there some weird banana-grape chewing gum back in the 80s? I'm sure it was gross), I'll be quite confused and disoriented. Except that the sun is going to rise in a couple of hours, so that will kinda ruin the effect. Oh well, let's see what happens.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Help Me, Dr. Zaius!
At said party, under the influence of an espresso martini that needed some serious tinkering (um, like, there needs to be SOME sort of dairy in there, no?), my good friend the Hornett and I spent a good 40 minutes or so (give or take a standard amount of exaggeration) raving extensively about the pristine, distilled comic genius contained within this clip from A Fish Called Selma, a(n) hilarious episode from the seventh season of The Simpsons:
The Hornett went so far as to theorize that the entire episode was written around a this one sketch, wrapping some semblance of a plot and other storytelling constructs around this single, juicy kernel. Regardless of whether or not that was the case (and I wouldn't be surprised if it were), I can say one thing for sure: I've had these songs stuck in my head for over a week, and I can't see them going away anytime soon.
Unless, of course, I were to subject myself voluntarily to the ∏th circle of hell (and yes, I believe that is a capital π):
(BTW, in case anyone out there is waxing nostalgic for the original Falco video, this link's for you. For all the kiddies in the audience, maybe you'd prefer this remixed version featuring The Simms.)
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Speaking of iPhone Imitations
Sure, it demos pretty well for those scenarios where you use your PC as a $1000 MP3 player or slide projector. But tell me this: what value does a touchscreen add to all of the day-to-day word-processing, email-writing, and web browsing tasks that the average person actually performs on their PC? Not much, at least not until we start to encounter software that's specifically designed for such a tactile interface.
For example, consider a software application that allows you to order tacos and fried chicken:
Or how about an application that helps you quickly and intuitively scan through other people's visions of the future:
Indeed, it would appear that the technology sector has served up yet another compelling chicken-and-egg problem... where the chicken is either fried or smothered in cheap paprika-like seasoning, and the egg is a little red ball that looks like this:
iPhone Contrarians
An excellent example of this happening is my response to ThongCharm-Priya's thoughts on the iPhone and all the hype surrounding it. What can I say, stuff happens (and sometimes things as well).
For those of you too lazy to click for yourselves, here are some highlights from the review, with some words randomly highlighted in various colors for no particular reason.
i'm sorry to be the contrarian here in this frothy summer milkshake which is the july launch of the 3G ipod, the motto of which appears to be "i will stand in line in the hot sun and queue like i live in a communist country to buy this object i covet and then be forced to activate it on at&t's crappy network and i absolutely must have it now cuz it's so beautiful and oh, dare i say, iconic".
[...]
form factor: the iphone is sleek, and is neat for pictures and videos with the edgeless screen.
[...]
keyboard: the iphone's keyboard blows. i fatfingered everything and it requires constant attention. [...] i've almost successfully memorized my blackberry pearl keypad so i no longer have to look when i type, and can type with one hand, which comes in handy when i'm walking or in a car or wishing i had the other 2 arms of lakshmi, which is 80% of the time while using the phone
[...]
web browsing: the html browsing was the biggest iphone disappointment because web pages on safari were miniature and unreadable and i couldn't intuitively figure out how to make the browsing easier in any way [...] and sadly, i am way behind in my conspiracy theories and editorial news about central asia.
[...]
i also for some reason got really excited about how you could change phone options. all of a sudden that lame options tab was fun. [...] somehow i liked the icons of everything better, and that's not a real competitive advantage.
And here's my comment in response:
All of those iPhone commercials that have inundated our TVs do a fantastic job of showing all of the nifty little things that the iPhone can do, and how it makes even the most conceptually boring tasks like unlocking the phone or choosing options fun and exciting. Props to Apple marketing for that.
However, there are actually quite a few things that the iPhone can't do, and some may surprise you. Prime example: there's no cut & paste... didn't you just assume that a device as sophisticated as the iPhone would have this basic feature? Even the capacitive touchscreen (for all of its general engineering awesomeness) will not respond to stylus-like input, and therefore in spite of Apple's push to get the iPhone entrenched in corporate America through its integration with MS Exchange, you'll never be able to use an iPhone to wirelessly sign on the dotted line and close the deal in the field (and yes, this is indeed a viable use case for a mobile phone, or at least it will be soon).
The other interesting side of the iPhone hype is how all the other carriers and manufacturers are rushing to bring iPhone-like devices to market, sometimes with similar hype (Samsung Instinct, I'm looking in your direction). While this is a global phenomenon, the funny/sad part is that American carriers who want to compete with the iPhone are still bumbling around with the first wave of imitation devices (e.g. the HTC Vogue/Touch/XV6900, my new baby) while customers of their overseas counterparts are already equipped with the second round of much beefier, sexier handsets (e.g. HTC Touch Diamond). If I subscribed to a GSM-based carrier, I might be tempted to buy an unlocked phone from overseas on eBay and plug in my SIM card to (which I did successfully when I was with T-Mobile)... only there's one small problem, in that most of these devices only support UMTS/HSPA, and the only such service that you can find in the U.S. as of this writing is in a few select cities on AT&T's network... anywhere else, and you're S.O.L.
At any rate, I like the fact that the iPhone has given a solid kick in the pants to the manufacturers and carriers (especially in the U.S.) who were dragging their feet on advancing mobile technology. There's no reason that we couldn't have had visual voicemail in 1999 or touch-oriented user interfaces in 2003, but thanks to the iPhone, those are looking to become new baseline features.
BTW, the thing about the iPhone keyboard is that you have to get used to the idea that the key is actually "pressed" when it's released (which is why it displays a larger version of the key you're pressing above your finger), so if you're used to a BlackBerry, Q, or Treo, it takes some mental adjustment. I installed an imitation iPhone keyboard on my XV6900 and after a few minutes I was tapping away at a pretty rapid pace. In the end, I ended up uninstalling that keyboard (it had a nasty bug whereby all letters entered from other soft keyboards would become numbers) and using the "Touch Keyboard" that comes pre-installed... it's basically a soft version of the BlackBerry Pearl's SureType keyboard, and after a few minutes of acclimation it becomes just as fast as a full hardware QWERTY.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
The Captain's Cookbook, Part I
THE CAPTAIN'S COOKBOOK
Applying a Services Oriented Architecture to Culinary Design Problems
For those of you unfamiliar with the concept of a Services Oriented Architecture, suffice it to mean that I shall be both agile and lazy.
Also, I hereby dub myself The Cesium Chef.
And now, for our first recipe.
Random Sweet & Spicy Chicken Meatball Lettuce Wraps
Prep time: 90 seconds
Cooking time: Whatever makes sense, but probably not too much
Ingredients:
- 1/2 package Costco Sweet & Sour Chicken Meatballs (if you wish, you may instead use Costco Buffalo Chicken Meatballs or Costco Teriyaki Chicken Meatballs)
- 1 can pineapple chunks in pineapple juice
- 1/2 pound baby carrots
- 1 bottle K.C. Masterpiece Spiced Caribbean Jerk 30-minute Marinade
- 1 cucumber
- 1 head of lettuce, of whatever type, as long as it doesn't have salmonella
Cooking Instructions:
- In a fairly large skillet or saucepan, combine the bottle of marinade, half the contents of the can of pineapple (chunks + liquid), and the meatballs. Bring to a soft boil over medium heat, then cover and simmer for some arbitrary amount of time, stirring whenever the thought occurs to you.
- Using whatever broke-ass knife you have, chop the baby carrots and cucumbers into various three-dimensional shapes that could fit into a sphere of volume 25π/9".
- Fill each lettuce leaf with some combination of meatballs, carrots/cucumbers, and pineapple, but try not to include too much of the marinade because it's very likely that the meatballs already contain way too much sodium!!! Serve immediately.
Please note that I haven't actually sampled the results of this recipe yet, as it's still cooking. Wait. I haven't checked on the meatballs in like 37 minutes.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
The 10 Most Overrated Brands
You don't have to look around for long to realize how pervasive this technique is becoming in this day and age, as our attention spans dwindle and the opportunities for advertisers to reach us multiply exponentially. After all, if you don't have sufficient time or energy to research and evaluate your purchases rationally, all you're left with is a gut feeling whose genesis may have largely resulted from exposure to various sorts of black magic (e.g. brand marketing). (Think about it: who wouldn't be tempted to fill up their gas tank with a sexy iPump even if it cost them $0.50/gallon more?)
To help promote his book, Conley released to The Boston Globe a list of what he considers to be the ten most overrated brands. To save you the trouble of clicking through the whole list (and from all of the advertising entailed by this experience), I've reproduced it below:
- Southwest Airlines
- The Gap
- Los Angeles Lakers*
- Oprah
- MTV
- Dunkin' Donuts
- Victoria's Secret
- Apple
- Trump
- Generic Store Brands
Any big surprises here? Which brands would you add to this list?
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Your Choices at the Pump
I had just pulled up to one of two pumps at the end of the station that offer both gasoline and diesel. These pumps have two separate nozzles, one at either end, and two banks of buttons to select either one of three grades of gas (standard, plus, or premium) or diesel. The diesel pump is clearly marked with a green handle, and the overall picture looks a lot like the one at right (only with an annoying television that endlessly blares the ever-tantalizing GasStationTV as you fill your tank).
As I watched the numbers on the pump tick upward at the rate of $4.96/gallon, a middle-aged woman in an old Subaru (a typical New England sight) pulled up to the opposite face of the pump I was using. Not thirty seconds later, she made her way around the pump to ask an innocent question:
Excuse me, can I ask you a question? Which one is gas, and which one is diesel? I don't want diesel.
As I explained to her that diesel was the one with the green label and handle, and that all she needed to do was use the other one, it occurred to me that questions such as hers are only going to become more common.
Imagine that it is the year 2020, you're on an extended road trip to see your parents, and you've just pulled off the interstate into a British HesxonGulfbil station to refuel your 2011 Toyota Camry (which is one of a shrinking population of non-hybrid Toyotas still in use). What would your reaction be if the pump console looked something like this?
Yep, that's what's probably gonna happen if (as it currently appears) there's no one-size-fits-all solution to our automotive energy needs. In this case, the only solution to the usability problem is for Apple to invent the iPump, whose extremely sexy touchscreen interface with integrated passive RFID payment capabilities will make sorting through this mess both easy and fun:
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Tracking Your Car's Fuel Economy in an Excel Spreadsheet Is Completely Normal
That's about it. Nothing too special... I mean, I didn't bother to do a 3D plot fuel economy versus fill-up location over time or anything.
So, what does your spreadsheet look like?
Update (6/5/2008): If you are interested (and are completely normal like me), you can can download my spreadsheet template here to get started with your own fuel economy log.
I'm sure you'll note that there is clearly a general upward trend in fuel economy (taking into account seasonal variations in fuel composition and ambient temperature), mostly due to a recent increase in the proportion of highway driving relative to city driving (as reflected by the increase in fill-up frequency). Although some might ask whether the 2007 federally-mandated availability of ULSD fuel (which boasts a 97% reduction in sulfur content over LSD fuel, and therefore which I use exclusively) might have had an impact on these numbers, the 2007 data clearly indicate that the switch to ULSD had a negligible effect (if any) on fuel economy. Of course, you can't really see much of the 2007 data in the screenshot above, so you'll have to trust me on this one.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
The Struggle Within
(And no, I'm not running Windows Vista, which you'd think would be the only flavor of Windows that would do such a thing.)
All of this takes me back to the days when I listened to Metallica's eponymous black album. (Sidenote: my prepubescent sister reported having nightmares after listening to "Enter Sandman.") On this album is a song entitled "The Struggle Within" and it goes something like this:
Struggle within, it suits you fine
Struggle within, your ruin
Struggle within, you seal your own coffin
Struggle within, struggling within
Yes, very insightful.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Handy Business Tip: Randomly Being a Moron Will Drive Your Customers Away
Today, around 3:45pm, the Captain left his suburban office with the intent of arriving back home in the city in time to get his hair cut, work out, and shower before heading out for dinner. As his Mystery Ship cruised down the Mass Pike with its sunroof fully open and his radio tuned to All Things Considered, the sunny afternoon promised a bounty of relaxation and personal-life productivity.
However, [insert here your favorite cliche or other literary device that connotes "it was not to be so" and/or generally changes the tone of the established narrative].
I arrived at Kendall Barbers at approximately 4:32pm. For those that aren't familiar with this particular shop, this is the quaint little venue with the barber pole right next to the Kendall Square Post Office in Camrbidge. (For more information, please see the overly small stock image to the right.) Recently, having decided to graduate from SuperCuts, I've alternated patronizing this shop and my girlfriend's (significantly more expensive) hair stylist, with the idea that this routine achieves some sort of optimal balance of quality, convenience and value.
Well, no sooner had I strolled into the shop when a woman working there announced to me that they were closed. This notion of "being closed" seemed a bit strange to me, since the sign outside the store indicated that they were open from 9am - 5pm, Monday through Friday, and that they were currenly OPEN. Appealing to logic, reason, and the general making-sense-ness of things, I pointed out the fact that the sign ouside said they were open until 5pm, that it was currently 4:33pm, and that (above all else) the door sign that indicated the shop's current OPEN / CLOSED status clearly stated that the shop was presently OPEN. (I could have just as easily argued -- probably quite successfully -- that the hour of 4:33pm generally occurs before 5pm, holding the current calendar date, time zone, and integrity of space-time constant -- and therefore the shop should be open regardless of its stated status, but I felt this was unnecessary.)
Now, in my experience, when businesses post a sign that says they are open until a certain time, they will accept new customers up until that time, since the posted hours serve to inform customers as to when they are welcome much more than they serve to indicate to employees when they can go home. Additionally, if by chance a business forgets to shut its doors and change its OPEN sign to CLOSED when its employees no longer want new customers, they should at least be courteous enough to honor the requests of an unsuspecting customer who happens to wander in and actually expect to receive a service in exchange for monetary considerations. And, finally, regardless of whatever misunderstandings may arise, there's never any reason to respond to a customer's honest inquiries by snapping at them.
So, given today's events, and the fact that this shop really doesn't offer any value-added over the likes of SuperCuts and the other big chains, I see no reason to go back again. Is this an irrational reaction to the trivial act of one employee (who was likely just having a bad day)? Most likely... but what's driving me to abandon this shop is not so much this one act itself, but rather the degree to which the act had to contradict objective reality and notions of common courtesy in order to achieve whatever end the woman had in mind. Among the hundreds of other possible easier courses of action, why choose the one that's least professional, least congenial, and least good for you and your employer in the long run? Is a mere 10-15 minutes of additional work and pretending to be nice to someone really that horrible of an alternative? And if it is, what's wrong with giving a quick and simple explanation that doesn't directly contradict established facts or insult anyone's intelligence?
Eh, whatever. Let's just call it an arbitrary decision on both of our parts and move on.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Some Reasons Why Bunnies Are Funny (Honey)
If you feed them sweet things (such as papaya), they will often reward you with a random happy-dance or two:
In addition, rabbit jumping is, apparently for some, a professional sport:
And, if you're ever in doubt, just throw a chicken into the fray:
But if you ask me, the #1 source of rabbit-derived amusement is to just watch them hop around aimlessly, stopping at random intervals to do nothing at all, only to resume the hopping in a completely different direction some time later:
Ah, if only my girlfriend weren't allergic to the little buggers, my living room might look like this:
In the end, I may have to compromise and settle for an outdoor rabbit:
Monday, May 12, 2008
Today's Random Depictions of Jesus
Maybe you didn't know that Jesus was also very skilled in the art of the short sword, but that shouldn't surprise anyone who's familiar with this t-shirt:
Okay, so you didn't play Dungeons and Dragons as a kid. Neither did I, so I found this one more interesting:
No? Hmmm... okay, how about:
This one even has a backstory:
The Attack of the 500-foot Jesus will begin on a Tuesday, not far from the Independence, Missouri bus stop you normally pass on your way to work. At approximately six seconds past six minutes past six hours into the day (that's 06:06:06, derived from the number of the beast), 500-foot Jesus will rise from the depths of a nearby underground train station, cracking the ground as He rises up. He will carry two train carriages all the way to downtown Kansas City; the carraiges[sic] which will then be thrown into the two tallest buildings in the vicinity.
So there you go.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
The Fallacy of Measuring the Price of Oil with Numbers
Now, apart from the related bigger-picture issues -- e.g., the fact that $100/barrel oil indicates that our energy policy / priorities are out of whack, that the dollar is falling, etc. -- there really isn't any reason why this event is newsworthy per se. Think about it: if we had a base-16 counting system, that ominous $100/barrel mark would instead be a relatively unimportant-looking $64/barrel, and we'd be waiting until oil hit two hundred fifty-six decimal dollars before stopping the presses and sounding the panic alarms.
The interesting part is that, in spite of our affinity for base-10 and milestones that are multiples of 5 or 10, now that we're past $100/barrel, the media are not waiting around until it hits $200 or even $150 before once again going shock-and-awe with the doom-and-gloom. Indeed, it seems like every day, your morning newspaper(.com)'s front page blares something to the effect of:
CRUDE OIL PASSES $102/BARREL
OIL TOPS OUT AT A RECORD $104.36/BARREL!!
SKYROCKETING OIL PRICES SURPASS $107/BARREL!!! OH NO!!!
These headlines are especially bizarre given the fact that, unless we as a species can collectively kick the oil habit (and given the rate of growth in the developing world, that's not going to be anytime soon), the price of oil is always going to go up over time. That is to say that, in terms of their efficacy in conveying useful information about the state of the world, these headlines are functionally equivalent to this one:
TIME SETS ANOTHER RECORD FOR THE NUMBER OF SECONDS THAT HAVE ELAPSED SINCE THE BEGINNING OF THE UNIVERSE
In a couple of years, our current per-barrel price of $124 (or $7C hex), will seem like a steal. Even now, as Americans complain about paying $3.50/gallon for gas at the pump (or, in the case of the Captain's diesel-powered Indigo Mystery Ship, $4.50/gallon), much of the rest of the world (including our friends across the Atlantic who pay $9/gallon) has erupted into fits of melancholy laughter.
So, rather than wasting our energy (actual and metaphorical) lamenting the fact that oil has entered the realm of triple-digits (at least in base-10) -- and will likely stay there forever more -- how about if we instead focus on finding more innovative, affordable, and scalable ways to power our cars, planes, and 60" plasma TVs? And hey, if the numbers still make you nervous, just fire up calc.exe and switch it to Hex mode. You'll feel better.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Stuff You Think About When You Don't Sleep Enough
"Welcome to Rivendell... | ... Mr. Anderson." |
I was therefore very disappointed when I saw 21 this past weekend and witnessed Lawrence Fishburne beat the hell out of Jim Sturgess without making him choose between the red pill and the blue pill.
When milk is in short supply, or you find yourself in such an environment where milk will quickly spoil (i.e. there is no refrigerator), you can still make decent espresso drinks with Swiss Miss... but you'll still need an espresso machine.
I have no idea how to throw a football. For most American-born-and-raised males of the species, this skill is second nature. Unfortunately for me, I can't help myself from trying to throw it like a baseball, usually with disastrous results for the would-be receiver.
Sometimes you just want to pole-vault over a sleeping elephant.
The sounds and gestures that baseball umpires make to indicate a strikeout used to be so much funnier. Will there ever be a revival? One can only hope. Until then, I guess this will have to do.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
I Am a Valued Verizon FiOS Customer
My roommate and I have had FiOS in our apartment for the past year and a half. Over this period of time, we've logged several tech support issues (probably around 5 or 6) relating to our ActionTec MI424WR router (the standard router that Verizon gives you when you become a FiOS customer). Issues included:
- Intermittently, the router would start dropping all wireless packets, in spite of 100% signal strength and the fact that wired LAN packets continued to flow at full-speed. Restarting the router always fixed the issue, if only for a few minutes.
- Intermittently, the ethernet ports would go dead. Restarting the router sometimes fixed this, other times it did not.
- Intermittently, it would be impossible to login to the router's configuration utility, as it would reject our [correctly-entered] username and password. Restarting the router would fix this issue.
Since these issues were intermittent in nature (as you may have gathered), the tech always found a way to cite "wireless interference during certain hours" or "faulty wiring in our [3-year-old] apartment" as a reason for not actually attempting to solve our problem. Whenever we asked the tech to replace the router, they denied that Verizon had ever given us one (?!), and then went on to recommend that we go to our loal electronics store to get a new one.
A few months ago, the router flat-out died, so we plugged in a random linksys as a replacement and moved on with our lives.
Fast-forward to today, when I checked the mail and discovered that Verizon has sent us a small package for some reason. Inside was an A/C power adapter for the ActionTec router, along with a letter that says [emphasis theirs]:
Dear FiOS Customer,
At Verizon, we are committed to delivering the future of the Internet to you today. To achieve that goal, we continually monitor and test our products, searching for ways to improve them. We have recently improved the life expectancy of your FiOS router power adapter and are excited to share this enhancement with you.
Please replace your current router power adapter with the enclosed enhanced power adapter. This new power adapter is provided to you at no additional charge. We want to ensure you continue to enjoy the benefits of our fiber-optic network, delivering the full potential of the Internet with mind-boggling speed and TV with 100% digital picture. [Editor's side-note: it's really unsatisfying to watch 87% digital TV.]
Please follow the simple steps in the instructions sheet* to replace your router power adapter.
Important: This power adapter is compatible only with Verizon-provided FiOS routers with Model Number MI424WR.
Sincerely,
James Kilroy
Director, FiOS Product Management
* In case you're wondering, the attached "instructions sheet" really does just tell you to unplug the old power adapter, and plug in the new one. Of course, nowhere does it tell you how to verify that you do indeed have Model Number MI424WR.
All of this very interesting for a couple of reasons:
1. After we repeatedly asked Verizon for a new router, and after Verizon repeatedly told us that they never actually gaven us a router in the first place, here we find ourselves presented with a power supply for a router that doesn't officially exist.
2. Translation of the term enhanced power adapter: "a power adapter that is actually compatible with the electronics that it is powering, unlike the previous model, which was widely reported and known to fry the router within a year or so"
So, Mr. Kilroy, although I do appreciate the free power adapter for a router that was not electronically sound and and never 100% functional (and which you may or may not have ever actually given me), I think you and your cohorts at Verizon could make better use of your time if you made a concerted, organized effort to get your marketing, engineering, and technical support staff all on the same page, and invested more in the overall up-front quality of your product than sending your customers an ex post facto half-fix transparently sugar-coated with vacuous marketing blather.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
An Explanation of Everything
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So, um... Captain BS?
Indeed, this is the alter-ego of mine that will inhabit these pages. The name was actually bestowed upon me a long time ago by my 8th grade science teacher. Back then, the nascent Internet was just beginning to crawl out into the daylight, and the hipster-geek who was Mr. B found himself smitten. For him, there was no greater joy than coupling with the terminal program on his Mac II to write poetry like the following:
psu% telnet wisconsin.edu
Connecting to wisconsin.edu...
wisconsin% telnet nebraska.edu
Connecting to nebraska.edu...
nebraska%
And so on. I spent many a lunch hour (the daily meeting of the school's informal science club) watching him do this.
One day, Mr. B decided that he would rather spend his afternoons telnetting around from place to place than teaching spring semester physical science, and he informed our class thusly: "Ladies and gentlemen, I have exciting news -- we're going to Mars!" [ineffectual pause for effect] "Rather than slogging through the textbook chapter by chapter, this semester we're going to take an imaginary trip to Mars, during which we will explore the red planet's history, geology, and relationship with our planet Earth.
"I will appoint one of you as the captain (and I think I have a pretty good idea who it will be " [he sent me a wink, as if to dispel any lingering doubt about my uber-teacher's-pet status] ") and he will -- err, he OR SHE!! " [damn that Title IX] " -- he or she will be responsible for steering the ship and leading us through our voyage."
A day later, the Captain had been identified and introduced.
"There really isn't that much you have to do," he explained to me at lunch one day. "Just break them up into groups... Have one group do some research at the library, maybe another can simulate our journey in a HyperCard stack" [riiiight... HyperCard...] " and don't forget we have some stuff about Mars on LaserDisc!"
Um.
"Hey, don't worry about it. If you run into trouble, just make something up... hey, with your initials, maybe I could call you Captain B.S.!!"
And that was that.
Charming, but what's your blog going to be about?
An excellent question, and one without a definitive answer.
Okay, so essentially you're making one of those blogs about nothing that just takes up space on one of Google's servers?
Well, I can't completely deny the charge, but it may be the case that, over time, various patterns and topical trends will bubble up through the electron-fabric of this here blog. For example:
- There will be geekery. Yes, that's why at the beginning of this entry I made a ha-ha using a footnote that declared a 64-bit integer in C++/C#/Java/probably 300 other languages. Yes, I am writing all of the HTML code for this blog by hand. (Okay, no I'm not.) Yes, I work for a Boston-area software startup. However, when it's all said and done, this is not a joy-of-being-a-software-geek blog, as I also like to get my geek on in ways that do not involve 1's and 0's. Some of these are covered in some of the bullets that follow.
- We learn interesting things about the world sometimes, and these things will be shared. As is the blogging norm, on many occasions I will include my personal observations and analysis of said interesting things, with the hope that you, faithful reader(s), will add yours.
- Some things are intrinsically funny, and they will be listed. Aimlessly-hopping bunny rabbits. Action-figure Jesuses. Things with an excessive number of heads, arms, and/or internal organs. Speaking of which: pancreases. Upside-down flying cows that shoot tomahawk missiles. Non-euclidian spaces. Anything that comes out of my Random Bad Romance Novel Generator. And so forth.
- There will be random references to and retellings of various scattered memories from my childhood. This is where I regale you with stories about how I could not be beaten at Four Square if "Hanging' Tough" was playing on the radio, attempt to convince you that The Neverending Story is the best movie ever made, ponder the reasons why I threw a giant sheet of foam out of a school bus heading down I-5 on the way to soccer practice, and reveal a startling command of Final Fantasy damage physics.
- Every now and then, there will be appearances of purported "creative writing." Growing up, I spent most of my time convinced that I would be a fiction writer of some sort, but after the first book I tried to write was rejected by the publishing houses (shocking, considering it was an unsolicited manuscript from a 6th grader that had no plot whatsoever) and my more concerted effort at producing an all-encompassing parody of adolescence stalled out on Chapter 3, I've resigned myself to live vicariously through my 39,291,039.2 aspiring-author friends instead. Nevertheless, you'll occasionally see random short works of fiction from me on these pages, but I offer absolutely no warranty as to their quality or ability to amuse you in any way -- most of the time, I'm just trying to amuse myself. Example: this Christmas Pageant that I wrote, probably while overcaffeinated.
- Black holes, time travel, parallel universes, and other stuff mentioned in A Brief History of Time will show up on occasion. I dunno, I have a strange fascination with the stuff. This explains why I'm captivated by Lost (if you ask me, the smoke monster is totally a roving, sentient disturbance in the fabric of space-time), and why I waited an extra 20 minutes to leave for work today because I was watching this guy explain String Theory in terms of everyday things like traffic lights and ants.
So yeah.
Huh. Okay then, well, I guess I'll just let you do your thing!
Much obliged.