The End.
In case it hasn't been clear: I don't really blog anymore. :)
I expect this will be my last post, barring the odd little need to put something online for some reason or another.
Thanks for watching, guys.
This is the PERSONAL blog of Jeremy Rice. If you maintain a professional relationship with me, I ask that you STOP READING. Thanks and sorry.
In case it hasn't been clear: I don't really blog anymore. :)
I expect this will be my last post, barring the odd little need to put something online for some reason or another.
Thanks for watching, guys.
I just found this. Since I had a (new) padlock handy, I thought I would give it a quick shot.
The first step was a little awkward, but it worked.
The second step was brain-dead easy.
The third step was too tedious for me to try without really needing to do it, so I just looked up the right block of codes, then looked at the code on my lock to see if it would work.
And it wouldn't! I was terribly upset about this.
But I tried it anyway... and it worked. Surprised by this result, I fiddled around a bit and discovered that the second number was really sloppy. For me, it worked on 11, 12, 13, and 14.
I didn't try all the variants on the first number, but I did notice that the first number was also "sloppy", and worked on other numbers than the number given on the package.
In other words, the padlock is a ruse; an illusion. It's not as "secure" as it makes you think it is.
Cool.
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This is part three in my ongoing attempt to understand the Tea Party's underlying motivations.
This is part two in my attempts to understand the motivations of the so-called Tea Party. It is based on a very limited look at what they're saying, and of course, my own personal experiences with Libertarians.
Yes, Libertarians. Though I suspect it will upset both groups of people to make the claim, I have yet to find any evidence contrary to the theory that the Tea Party is motivated by an overlapping set of ideals as Libertarians*.
What are those ideals?
So, I'm trying to understand the argument that the "tea party revolution" has, and I'm outlining some of the arguments they make in this video and this post. The latter is specific to the health-care plan, but so be it. This will be long, and I will be using a lot of quotes, because I want to get this first draft as accurate as possible. Then, later, I'll try to characterize the ideas behind them as fairly as I can (which is to say, I can't honestly do it fairly, so it will be biased, but hey, it's my blog).
Okay, the two people actually reading this blog have both asked what Derren Brown's trick was for predicting the lottery. I doubt either of you are going to like it. He used crowd-sourcing.
He ostensibly calls it "deep maths", but explains it, quite simply, as averaging. He didn't go into details (or so I've inferred from other people's discussions on the show--I haven't watched it since it's only aired in the UK), but at the simplest level, what he did was average the predictions of 24 people.
Here's where I think he left some things out. He's said earlier that it "took a year of preparation". Given that fact, here's what I think he really did:
I believe in diversity. I seems healthy to have a host of competing ideas, particularly in the political arena.
Are things going too far?
Bush's behavior was completely unacceptable to me (I was calling for his removal from office), and clearly Obama's behavior is completely unacceptable to some people now (who are calling for his removal from office)... and I fail to see any common ground upon which both sides can comfortably stand. Our respective senses of morality seem too far apart to reconcile.
If the debate comes to blows, I predict the Right wins. They are stronger-willed, better-suited, and more willing to bend morality to their favor and find advantage.
I fear that time approaches.
I would prefer a more amicable separation.
But at this point: I prefer separation.
How horrible is that thought?
[sigh]
I'm a Derren Brown fanboy.
So I found myself more than slightly giddy tonight when he...
Predicted the UK lottery numbers. All six.
This changes things.
Notice I said "Photography," not "Cameras."
That's key.
Truth be told, since just before my birthday, when I bought myself a Nikon D100 with a (nice) 28-70 close-up lens, my obsession was cameras. And for some time afterward, too. In fact, for a time, I was regretting the D100 and wishing I had gone with a Lumix LX3 or a Canon G10, instead. But then my musings shifted from which box had the best hole in it to a question of how to best let light into that box.
Much like with music, I have no aspirations to be "professional", whatever that means: this is just another hobby for me. Ultimately, perhaps, I would like to be able to draw/paint my own photos--recall, if you will, that I plan to retire into professional art--but that's further down the road. But as of right now, my goal is to build a portfolio of great shots. Photos that like-minded people would see and remark: "Wow. Nice."
To that end, I wanted to understand what I personally consider "great".
I've spent almost every night since my birthday drifting off to sleep looking at photos on flickr, and have amassed a rather bulky-but-well-honed collection of favorites. I've subscribed to a few photography blogs and twitter feeds, too. Typical obsessive behavior for me. : )
As a result of that study, I've noticed a few patterns in what works for me. Of course, the obvious things count: you must have the right focus/depth of field/shutter speed/exposure, and a good subject. But here are the things that really work for me, specifically:
...So much for avoiding political topics...
As I suspect is true of most of you: I have friends on both sides of the political fence.
Some of them are very ...shall we say... vocal, when it comes to "debunking" climate change.
Here's my take.
I don't care whether climate change is a reality or not.
Seriously. Don't care. Haven't read the research one way or t'other. The argument is being made to push our country into taking better care of the environment, specifically by cutting emissions, keeping forests healthy, and reducing our use of deletable resources.
I don't give a rat's ass whether or not climate change is real because ...we need to be doing these things anyway.
Now STFU and take care of your planet.
</angry>
As the title implies, I have become rather disenchanted with hearing people's bickering about political... stuff.
So I apologize for posting this.
But... seriously? Is this true? In short, the article implies that GWB called the Fance's Chirac to goad him into the war on religious grounds.
...'Cause if that's true, it is completely uncool with me.
A friend of mine recently brought up the issue of gun control, about which I have several things to say. I felt the urge to write about it, and a quick search reveals that I've never actually explained my position on this blog. So here it is.
First, the exposition of my position:
Over the past three years, I have really tried to "up" my level of rational thinking. My skepticism. I've taken the stance that conjecture is nearly worthless; taking action without solid evidence of its efficacy is generally wasteful. Assumptions are almost always a mistake.
Note, there are some exceptions that would detract from the point if enumerated.
The inescapable problem with this attitude is tedium.
When someone asks you whether to use "which" or "that" in a sentence, you have to look it up. When you complain that something isn't working the way you expected, and someone suggests how to fix it, you question whether that's a legitimate solution. ...And if you eventually decide to "just try it", and it works, you're never satisfied that it wasn't just coincidence. When people ask interesting but less-relevant questions during decision-making meetings, you call them on information bias.
You spend inordinate amounts of time researching decisions, refining processes, and measuring progress.
You can't listen to any mass media, because it's so chock full of unverified, rushed assertions, presuppositions of guilt, and contextual bias. You can't read opinion pieces, because they are so lop-sided and single-minded. You spend some amount of time after any serious discussion looking up the other participant's claims. You discount people's stories because they are "anecdotal".
When someone asks you to confirm something you're "pretty sure of", you take the time to look it up again anyway, because you know memory is fallible. You question your decisions, because you're aware of confirmation bias. You refuse to make relative distinctions because of the contrast effect.
In short, your entire life comes into question. Everything progresses more slowly, because of your perpetual uncertainty. All in all, what you might have shrugged off and just did all become long processes with multiple steps.
The worst part about it, of course, is that there is no turning back. Ever. Because now you know that those old behaviors were wrong. Simple, biased action is rooted in falsehoods. Now you're on the path of "truth"--or some reasonable epistemological approximation of it. Nothing less is even worth considering. It's just wrong. Not. An. Option.
But it's hard. : (
About a month ago, the "team lead" on the EOL Website project had to leave the group. Suddenly. ...Like, very suddenly.
I received an email that weekend asking if I could take over the role. I accepted.
So I've spent nearly a month (not quite) working this "new job", as it were. It's a rather demanding role... I am typically putting in 10-hours days, sometimes much more. It's kind of exciting, though, and despite the extra work (and, I admit: stress), I'm actually having fun.
However, for reasons you might imagine, I'm not terribly interested in blogging by the time I'm done. : ) On the other hand, by the time I'm done, I do feel like playing a little music, so I have been (minimally) active on Twitter and my other blog, talking music.
I also try to keep current on Facebook.
So... that's the reason things are quiet here. Sorry!
I expect things will settle... but not for a few months. I'll be back.
When I was in high school, I took a weightlifting class. Technically, I was the second strongest person in the class, by the end of it. That surprises most people, since I look rather... wimpy.
There were two exceptions, though. The first was lower-leg exercises, where I was quite weak and hardly improved. But the other exception is the one I want to talk about.
On the first day of class, we tried to establish "benchmarks", so we could measure our progress. One of the first things I did was situps. ...I can't remember the details, but I did a respectable number... 60 or something, maybe. But it hurt. A lot.
The next day, my stomach was completely shot. I could hardly roll out of bed.
The next class was two days later, and I was in even more pain. I think I did, like, five, before insisting I was going to tear in half if I did one more.
But I never recovered... for the rest of the semester, I probably got up to maybe a dozen situps. It was pathetic. ...But I just couldn't get any more in, it hurt so badly.
Of late, my back has been very sore. I decided exercise was in order, and I found a nice set of back exercises to try out. A month later of doing them every three days or so, I can't say I'm much better... but it has gotten me thinking about building up my strength again.
With that in mind, I decided to do some sit ups. ...My tummy is quite a bit larger now than it was even three years ago, so I thought it might help with that.
I did eight. Eight! I was embarrassed. That was all I could muster in one set. The next set, I did three before quitting. I tried a third set, but just got through one.
The next day, I could hardly roll out of bed. : |
I knew better than to try again the following day. And it still hurt the day after that, too. In fact, it's been a week since I tried it. ...And I thought today was the right day to try again. I could still feel some pain, but not much.
I did two sit ups, and then just fell back, stomach muscles screaming.
W. T. F?!?
...How do I fix this?
Made this a few nights ago, I've neglected to post it. Meant for use in an upcoming RPG:
I hasten to add: my father-in-law poured me two half-glasses of Churchill's 20-year tawny. This is a $60 bottle of port! ...Too rich for my blood.
We don't get up to Trader Joe's that often. But the last time we went, I decided to check out their port selection.
They had several to choose from, and I chose their 10-year tawny, which ran about $15. In a nutshell, I'm disappointed by it.
First of all, it smells awful. I mean really bad. Like earth, metal, and alcohol.
Fortunately, it tastes much better than it smells, but it still isn't nearly as good as other ports in this range. It's decidedly sweet (which is good), it's a bit alcoholic (but that's the nature of the beast), and, to my novice pallate, takes more like Sherry than port: more fig than grape. Some of the smell's "earth tones" are left in the taste, but it is otherwise not very complex.
Here's another reviewer's take. But for me, the Australian "Victoria Tawny" by Buller is a much better bang for the buck.
In fact, I decided to re-try my standing favourite: Taylor-Fladgate's 2003 LBV. ...And, while it's a very good port, I'm convinced it's not so much better than the Victoria that I'm willing to pay the extra $10 for it.
UPDATE: The "R.L. Buller & Son" has apparently renamed itself to simply "Buller", so I've changed that here. In finding this out, I also became aware that they have many other offerings in the fortified-wine realm, and I look forward to trying a few.
Yeah, I didn't do a single daily sketch for all of Feb. Oops.
But I really want to get back in the habit. So, here's today's. REALLY crappy photo. I should have taken it outside rather than trying to shoot it in this crappy office light:
I clled my mother last night (I am a dutiful son, no?), and she mentioned getting a new Mac. Then she asked if I had a camera on my mac... next thing we knew, we'd switched to a video conference.
It was her first time, so of course, I showed her the "effects". What I didn't show her was that you could take snapshots. I am a devious son, no?
Here's a story idea.
Suddenly, for no obvious reason, all living things on earth leap back two minutes.
Of course, all living things on earth are still *there* two minutes ago. This creates a rather gruesome catastrophe, where people who hadn't moved in those two minutes are merged with their future selves, and die some horrible convulsive deaths. People who were in planes fall from the skies, people in cars tumble in streets. It would be gruesome, so this is clearly a dark story. I'm thinkin' zombie-movie-level of gore, for the first scene.
But for the rest of the people--the ones that moved far enough--they are left dealing not only with the catastrophe, but with their doppelgänger.
What would the world be like in the aftermath?
You can now play Quake online, for free, using your browser: www.quakelive.com
...Of course, I tried this, and was greeted with the following:
Since I had port on the brain this evening, I decided to revamp my "hit list" with prices and quotes reminding me why they're on the list. : ) For the curious (or those who land here via Google), these are the ports that I would like to try over the next year or so (note that I skip over lots of popular ports because they were described as either "dry" or particularly "alcoholic", two traits I dislike):
Churchill's:
With apologies to my religulous friends, males do not have one fewer rib than females.
It's late.
But one of my goals, which I plan to stick to, is to sketch something--anything--once a day, every day.
I hadn't gotten around to it today, so, here it is.
Like I said, I'm tired. The pic was taken with the built-in MacBook camera in the worst possible light (and tweaked a bit with PS to compensate):
PLEASE do not let children or those easily offended by sexuality to see the previous post.
I mean it.
It's really nasty.
You've been warned.
No joke: move on.
PLEASE do not allow women, children, or anyone sane to see the next post.
You have been warned.
I mean it. Skip the next post.
Really.
From Arizona Congress Watch (via CDM):
The [eco-stimulus] bill pushes tens of billions of dollars into education, and not just for building and renovation projects, but for everything from Head Start to college loans and Pell Grants. Some Republicans ask: How does that stimulate the economy?
Seriously? Seriously?!?
“For example, $50 million for the National Endowment for the Arts,” Flake says. “There’s no better example than that. How that stimulates the economy, I don’t know.”
This is a response, sort of, to a friend's post about my dislike of Lord of the Rings. ...In particular, I called the films "generic".
Perhaps I mis-use the word "generic", but I don't particularly want to argue semantics, so I'll rephrase: the production of LotR didn't go out on a single limb.
Perhaps this is a feature rather than a bug to some (true to the novel! true to the genre!), but to my mind, this is a tragic failing. Not once during the entire trilogy did I think to myself "oooh, neat idea". (I like neat ideas!) ; )
Perhaps that's what I mean by generic: unsurprising. LotR was like a fantastically-painted oil landscape... pretty, perhaps, but not truly creative. (Again, depending on your definition of the term.) [image source]
Detailed? Sure. I'll grant it that. But detail doesn't make a movie for me on its own. My imagination needs to be tripped in some way. I much (!) prefer more interesting interpretations. Everything is relative, of course... and when I watched LotR, I kept thinking "I'd rather be watching The Thirteenth Warrior." ...A vastly more interesting story, with a similar level of detail. [image deep-linked from IMDB, may break] I wouldn't hang a generic landscape oil, but if you make the subject more interesting... [image source]
Dear reader,
I am--believe it or not--presently using Twitter. You can find me there as JeremyRice.
I will continue to post here (and on my other blogs) as space warrants, but my typical random thoughts will migrate there.
That is all.
Batman is a boring superhero. He does nothing for me.
Lord of the Rings is generic, redundant, and gratuitous.
Star Wars Episodes I - III weren't that bad.
Matrix Reloaded was the best movie of the trilogy.
I work remotely.
As such, there is a need to communicate with co-workers, some of whom also work remotely. Recently we had a meeting where someone was showing off a secret-squirrel new website and how it works and how we might integrate it into our project.
Hence, the four-way video chat:
Part of my New Year's resolution is to simplify my life. To that end, I've been trying to formulate a few watchwords that sum up what I'm trying to achieve with my little existence.
One of those words is rhythm. What I think that word captures is an idea of persistence, with variation. It's brings to mind this idea of "keeping on a path", without sounding tedious. Not only that, but it also evokes the notion of timing, where every action has its appropriate place. I'm not sure I've been heeding the rhythm of life, so to speak. I'd like to start.
I am also paying attention to rhythm in a more literal sense. As you hopefully know, I write music, and when I do so, it is with a focus on rhythm... without any personal skills at keeping it. That is, I quantize nearly everything. It's a crutch. I'd like to change that, so I'm starting to practice keeping rhythm and quantizing less. I've even started recording myself tapping out rhythms live. (Though I admit, I've been looping those samples rather than playing long stretches!)
All of this talk is fancy padding around the admission that I've gone and done something... a little silly. You see, my son got a bunch of money for Christmas. While he initially wanted to spend this on a PSP, my wife and I convinced him that this was a bad idea (he already has a GameBoy, a DS, a Wii, a PC, and access to my PS3... he doesn't need another system). Recently, he's taken to playing Rock Band at his friend's house, and we thought it would be a better use of his money if he went and bought a copy of his own... then he'll be better when playing at the friends house, and so on.
Well... I upgraded his purchase from the basic set to the full band thing, so that it included the little drum set.
Yes, yes. I have been playing Rock Band drums. I admit it.
And, dammit, it's fun.
...And also? Really hard.
Some months ago, I touched on the idea that liberal morality may not have the "holes" in it that Jonathan Haidt suspects. I started by saying that the English meaning of "purity" is slanted toward the right. I want to expand on this broader subject.
Haidt also talks about "minimizing harm" as a moral measure, and both sides of the political spectrum subscribe to it (the left somewhat more so). I think this concept is spot-on. Not much to talk about, here.
The next interesting concept in Haidt's study is that of "loyalty", and again this is one of those morals that the Right seems to have corenered the market on.
But, again, I think a subtle shift in terminology may reveal otherwise. The Right's concept of "loyalty" seems to me to encompass the act of following one's leaders. I think Haidt's definitions includes a clause about "deserving leaders", or some-such. So, for example, it's okay to question (for example) President-elect Obama, on grounds that he doesn't deserve his role as leader.
The Right can have that definition of loyalty. It's inane.
For me, what "loyalty" means is advocating continuous improvement of the group. Loyalty requires critical analysis, self-measurement: supporting a group without improving it is empty support. I think you'll find that liberals have this "critical loyalty" in spades... so, again, Haidt's political imbalance would disappear.
So, again, loyalty is a word I would like to see the Left re-claim.
I'm going to take a bit of a risk in posting this, but:
Today, I was sick. So I played a little (more) Oblivion, slept as much as I could, and watched the last of the "Three Colors" films, Red.
(I watched White a few days ago. It was good, but didn't really do anything for me.)
It was good. Not nearly as good as Blue, but with a slightly grander scale and meaning. I recommend it, but (obviously) not as highly as Blue.
I would like to watch more movies in the vein: really well-done films, imbued with meaning, well-shot, and superbly acted. If you have suggestions, please let me know.
Currently in my queue are Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro, a Hindi comedy, Léon, the classic French action film (yes, it's true, I haven't seen this yet), and Vozvrashcheniye, a Russian film about a father who returns to his sons after being gone their entire lives.
I'm not specifically looking for foreign films... it's just more likely that I haven't seen them, as opposed to the independent American films, which I've seen pretty much all of. (...and rather like, mind you!) ; )
Recommendations appreciated. Obscure is probably better (less likely to have seen), but it must be well-acted and with good cinematography. I'm not in a forgiving (of quality) mood. No "you've gotta watch Cube!", please. ; )
Thanks.
I just watched the move "Three Colors: Blue".
Best film I've seen in a long, long, long time.
Made me cry.
[sniff]
Scott Adams asked the question, and answered it with insight. Please read his thoughts.
No, not psychically!
I think I will try this out.
I hate commercials.
No, I mean I really fucking HATE commericals.
That is, I hate the bad ones. I'll chuckle at a clever commerical, and can bear the others that just get to the point. But a bad commercial has been known to evoke violence in me.
Well, now I've seen the worst commercial in history. So maybe I can finally let it go.
...But not without one last act of violence: inflicting this commercial on YOU, dear reader...
Some time ago, Seth Godin posted about Malcolm Gladwell's essay on music students. One study found that top students outperformed lesser students because of the amount of time, in total, they had spent practicing.
The magic number seemed to be 10,000 hours. That is to say, 10,000 hours of practice puts you at the top of your field. (At least for music, though Gladwell argues that it generalizes well.)
Godin came up with a few exceptions, but that's not what I want to focus on. What I want to focus on are the terrifying realizations I had after churning on this idea for a few weeks.
First, I decided that I haven't spent 10,000 hours doing anything. Not even writing code*. And maybe I should start focusing more.
Then I realized, with horror, I have spent 10,000 hours doing some things:
I'm currently working on a job (consulting) dealing with medical costs. While looking up some information on one of the terms, I found this interesting tidbit of information:
After finishing my bottle of Old Cave port just before New Year's, I decided to read up on the subject. I won't bother giving details here: basically, I read the Wikipedia article. I'll start, though, with the most basic fact: port is made by adding (neutral) brandy to fermenting wine. This stops the fermentation process, leaving much of the sugar from the grapes, giving it the sweet taste... and upping the alcohol content significantly. (Brandy is distilled wine, and has a very high alcohol content.) I also did a little hunting and came up with a "to try" list of ports, ranging across the spectrum of types and labels.
I was showing this list to a friend of mine on New Years, and he decided he and I were going to each buy a bottle--this was around 10:00--and try it.We zipped over to his packing store of choice (he's a Scotch drinker and his wife like cocktails), and looked around... they had an excellent selection. He settled on a Late-Bottled Vintage (LBV), though I had to convince him that buying an actual Vintage would be (relatively speaking) a waste of money. Basically--a vintage is a "true" port: a single harvest of grapes, aged for about 18 months, then bottled. They tend to be very expensive because of their limited supply. LBVs, on the other hand, are created when a harvest for vintage wine was not in high enough demand, and so the port sat in the cask longer than 18 months. It's still a single harvest, but it has a "nuttier" taste because of the extra time with the oak.
I grabbed a sexy-looking bottle of ruby, since this meant that we'd be able to try three of the four common varieties of port (because the bottle he'd gotten me for xmas was a tawny--a mixture of several harvests, each aged for decades). Ruby is a very different kind of port: not aged in oak casks at all. It does not improve with age.
We did this because we're both aware of a very nice tawny, and wanted to try these other (common, cheaper) varieties of port.
The LBV he picked up was Taylor Fladgate 2000, which cost $23, and we opened that first because I assured him it would be the better of the two. And, indeed, it was fantastic. Both of us took our first sips and just smiled and said "wow". We immediately agreed that this was much better than the tawny (which is also superb, mind you). Much smoother, much more satisfying. Not nearly as complex, though... and nothing of, as they say, "a finish". It's just a great-tasting drink. : ) The tawny is something you drink in tiny sips over a long period of time, because the best part is the aftertaste... but this LBV was something you could drink much faster. Sipping is still appropriate, but it's not long before the taste fades.
Absolutely worth the $23. I'll certainly be buying a bottle of it when I have a chance, and I recommend it even more highly than the Old Cave. It's something everyone who might like port should try.
The second bottle (the one I bought) was a $20 Graham's Six Grapes (which is ruby. Rubies don't have a year or age designation because it doesn't really matter.) I went in expecting this to be a much simpler drink, probably with a bright red color. I was a little surprised at just how dark it poured out, though: maroon, not red, and very opaque. It was noticably thicker than the other two... really thick legs on this one. A very sexy-looking drink. : ) ...But I'll admit, it didn't impress me nearly as much as the Taylor. It was even further down the "drinkable" spectrum than the LBV: this was essentially grape juice with a kick. ; ) My friend said "I could drink an entire bottle of this"... and that's true: it's very easy to drink. I'll admit I enjoyed it (and even more so as the the glass emptied), but I won't buy this again: it lacks the intricacy of the others that are what drew me to port in the first place. My friend claimed he liked this one more than the Taylor, but I find that hard to believe. I think he was being nice. ; ) (And, as evidence, he poured himself a second glass of the LBV an hour later. Heh.)
The last thing he said was "it's hard to believe these three drinks are from the same family"... which may be slightly over-stated (they're all sweet, strong wines) but has some truth to it: they are three very different experiences. The ruby is just a great drink, the LBV's a perfect dessert drink, and the tawny is a sipping experience. And, from what I've learned, they are three very different methods to create... so I think it's fair to say they should get a bit more recognition as separate entities. There's probably as much difference between them as between any of the "types" of wine out there (of which I am ignorant, sorry).
So... one of my resolutions this year is to try a list of new ports: about one a month (my ports-to-try list is 14 items long). While I have no urge to become "a drinker" (despite more drinking in a week than I've done in my entire life, I've still never been drunk*), there are some ostensible health benefits, and I do enjoy the occasional experience. ; )
* Actually, on Christmas Eve and again on Christmas Day, I ended up with "a buzz"... which was a first. I doubt I'll get to that point again, though.