Archive for October, 2004

Broken blogs and ignored standards

Sunday, October 31st, 2004

I am often rather annoyed by the fact that many web­pages out there on the Internet use bro­ken and dis­gust­ing HTML that will not ren­der prop­erly in my browser (Firefox). Usually it is the case that the pages are try­ing to do retard­edly com­plex and use­less things to look cool or they are being con­structed by com­plete ama­teurs. Some sites claim to be com­pli­ant but are in fact not, but more often peo­ple don’t even bother to go that far. Sometimes, how­ever, it is the web­pages of peo­ple or groups that I would expect to know what they’re doing. Standards are the solu­tion to this prob­lem. In a quick run through, for exam­ple, only one of the blogs on my blogroll is actu­ally star­dards com­pli­ant; though some come close, most are grossly erroneous.

Folks, it’s not that hard to see what you’re doing wrong, just swing by The W3C Markup Validation Service and see what isn’t right with your web­site. Even if you don’t want to go through all the effort of mak­ing your page fully stan­dards com­pli­ant, you might try using the val­ida­tor to see what some of the errors on your site are.

To be hon­est, I usu­ally don’t much care about stan­dards com­pli­ance from other sites but I do care a whole lot when a site does not ren­der cor­rectly because it’s malformed.

So, in short, bitch bitch bitch, peo­ples’ sites don’t work right, bitch bitch bitch.

I am still alive

Thursday, October 28th, 2004

I am alive. I have been tear-gassed. I have been con­cussed. I did not flip a car. I have had a good time. I am alive and unharmed.

Let’s See if I Live

Wednesday, October 27th, 2004

The Red Sox won the world series and I’m going out riot­ing. If I don’t make it out alive, it was good know­ing you. If I do make it out alive, I’ll let you all know after I get back.

Zen and the Art of Falling Numbers

Tuesday, October 26th, 2004

My cell phone has this won­der­ful lit­tle game called Falling Numbers that I play occa­sion­ally when bored. The basic con­cept is that dig­its fall from the top of the LCD and you have to push the cor­re­spond­ing but­ton on the phone. If you push the cor­rect but­ton, the num­ber goes away and you get some points. Fail to push the cor­rect but­ton and the num­ber will fall to the bot­tom, where it will explode and you will lose a life or some­thing. Push the wrong but­ton and you lose a life. Lose two lives and its game over, input your score and you’re done. Also, every so often you will com­plete a level and then the num­bers will fall faster. Eventually you hit a level where the num­bers are falling ridicu­lously fast.

Now that you under­stand what Falling Numbers is, let me explain where the Zen comes into things. When you start play­ing you kind of fum­ble around until you fig­ure out where all the num­bers are then you start fid­dling with hand posi­tion and things like that until you find the opti­mal way to hold the phone and push the but­tons. After you’ve got the logis­tics fig­ured out, the mind game starts. When I first started to get the hang of things I was iden­ti­fy­ing the dig­its for the num­bers they rep­re­sent, then say­ing them in my head and, finally, push­ing the cor­re­spond­ing but­ton. It turns out to be very dif­fi­cult to bypass this iden­ti­fi­ca­tion sys­tem and get to a style of just push­ing the cor­rect but­ton as soon as you see the digit on the LCD. If you can not find a way to bypass this sys­tem of think­ing, there is no way to man­age the higher lev­els of the game. It is not easy to explain how I man­age to bypass the think­ing occa­sion­ally but I can tell you that it can increase my scores from ~15000 to over 20000 con­sis­tently. One of the things that seems to help is to focus on my breath­ing while I play (took this from Zen and the Art of Archery).

I’m pretty sure that the con­cept behind Zen is this sort of removal of the think­ing stage from all aspects of life, and oh man that would be fuck­ing awesome.

NPR and Fantastic Plastic Machine

Monday, October 25th, 2004

As a fol­low up to a pre­vi­ous entry NPR and The Flaming Lips, today I heard a por­tion of a Fantastic Plastic Machine song dur­ing one of the short inter­ludes on NPR. Once again, I am thor­oughly pleased by NPR’s ecclec­tic musi­cal tastes. In case it varies from NPR sta­tion to NPR sta­tion, I am refer­ing to WBUR 90.9FM, broad­cast out of Boston University in Massachusetts.

Topoisomerase

Monday, October 25th, 2004

Just so that we’re clear, I do know what topoi­so­merase does; it relieves strain in DNA helices by break­ing apart one of the helices, unwind­ing the other helix a bit and then rebond­ing the bro­ken helix. Also, I would like to point out that topoi­so­merase has a really awe­some name. I think that it would be funny to hear some guy with a deep voice and a thick Japanese accent say topoisomerase.

No Memorizing…

Monday, October 25th, 2004

MY ASS!

I just had my sec­ond exam in Freshman/Senior Bio. today and I am strongly inclined to dis­agree with the state­ments ear­lier this term that biol­ogy classes have moved past mem­o­riza­tion to a more sci­en­tific some­thing or other. If it’s moved on past mem­o­riza­tion then why do I need to know what topoi­so­merase does? Ugh, some­times I start to think that I’m lik­ing Bio and then they go and pull this crap.

My Tax Proposal

Sunday, October 24th, 2004

I’ve been read­ing some of Milton Friedman’s Capitalism And Freedom and, although I dis­agree with a lot of what he says, he does have a few good points. In read­ing some of his sug­ges­tions for a good sys­tem of tax­a­tion, I have got­ten a few ideas and come up with a sys­tem of tax­a­tion that I like:

	T=(I-C1)*C2

It’s a very sim­ple sys­tem, (T) is how much money you have to pay in taxes annu­ally, (I) is your annual income, C1 and C2 are con­stants to be deter­mined by some­one more under­stand­ing of eco­nom­ics than myself. In essence, you can earn up to C1 with­out being taxed and then any­thing beyond that is taxed at rate C2. Key issues with this sys­tem are that is must be taken as it is exactly and there must be no excep­tions made; it does not mat­ter where your income derives from, how many chil­dren you have or any­thing else, just your annual income.

One could also con­sider a dif­fer­ent approach to the under C1 realm and use a neg­a­tive tax scheme where indi­vid­u­als are paid a frac­tion of the amount they need to reach C1. For exam­ple, take C1 to be $50,000 and C2 to be 50%: indi­vid­u­als mak­ing more than $50,000 are taxed half of what they make beyond $50,000 and indi­vid­u­als mak­ing less than $50,000 are given half of the dif­fer­ence between their income and $50,000.

I would say that the sec­ond inter­pre­ta­tion is a more “lib­eral” or “social­ist” approach and can be taken or left based on that fact alone but that the first inter­pre­ta­tion would make for a very good tax scheme that would be well liked by quite a few peo­ple. Personally, I’d like a C1 of $200,000 and a C2 of 50% but that’s just me.

GRE = Annoying

Thursday, October 21st, 2004

I took me some GREs today; they weren’t too bad, but they were pretty annoy­ing. It took all this time and stuff. The pos­i­tive aspects of tak­ing the GRE today is that I can go in and talk to my advi­sor and see if he thinks my scores are good enough to apply to grad schools or if I should go take some­thing again; I really don’t want to take them again, it’s expen­sive and annoy­ing. The neat part about the new com­puter based test­ing is that they give you results for Verbal and Quantitative as soon as you fin­ish. Not going to post my scores because this isn’t high school any­more but I will say that I was pleased with my Quantitative score and have mixed feel­ings about my Verbal score.

GRE be done (as long as my advi­sor agrees). George out.

I’m sorry Mr. Fox

Thursday, October 21st, 2004

Last night I ran over a fox and, being as I am, I am rather dis­pleased about the mat­ter. I was dri­ving on a small­ish road and saw a fox to the right. The fox started run­ning for­ward to evade the car so I gave him a wide berth but then he darted across the street try­ing to get past me and just went right under the wheels. It was really a very unpleas­ant sen­sa­tion to feel the fox crushed under the car’s wheels and it’s left me a lit­tle bit unhappy about the whole thing. Yes, I know that death hap­pens and that plenty of foxes are killed by cars and all sorts of things like that but I still don’t like to kill something.

Perhaps I should have just come to a full stop and waited for the fox to run away. Of course, it was a poor move on the fox’s part to dash out in front of a car. Damnit, I’m really dis­pleased by this shit.

Sox Win

Thursday, October 21st, 2004

Oh man, the Red Sox won the ALCS Pennant and are going to the World Series. I really hope that the Red Sox win because it will be totally sweet. Also, if the Red Sox do win, there will prob­a­bly be some pretty crazy riot­ing in Boston. Myself, I’m kind of mixed on the issue of riot­ing but, since I’ve never done so, I think it might be a fun thing to do at least once. This, of course, means that if the Sox win I am going to go out riot­ing. Also, Leslie wants to go riot­ing too so I think that we’ll make a team effort out of the thing. As far as riot­ing goes, I really have only one goal: to be involved in the flip­ping of a car. I’ve never flipped a car and I think that it would be a fun thing to do at least once in my life.

The Nature of Free Time

Wednesday, October 20th, 2004

It some­times seems as though I never have free time when I want it and I never want free time when I have it.

Goodbye Eternal Parking Space

Monday, October 18th, 2004

For those that have known the eter­nal park­ing space in front of Random Hall, take a moment to acknowl­edge its pass­ing. Recently (within the past week) Cambridge upgraded many of the park­ing meters in the city from the old, insert quar­ter turn knob and hand moves type, to a newer, insert quar­ter and dig­i­tal dis­play counts up type. For those that do not know the eter­nal park­ing space, there was a park­ing meter in front of Random Hall which was bro­ken such that it always reg­is­tered about 3 min­utes and no car there parked would be tick­eted. This park­ing meter was bro­ken before I arrived as a fresh­man and Riad claims that it had been bro­ken for a long time before then. I guess that this marks the end of an era; good­bye eter­nal park­ing space.

Nonsense as a passtime

Sunday, October 17th, 2004

I’ve come up with a won­der­ful new passtime for when I to get bored in class or oth­er­wise dur­ing the day, writ­ing non­sense. It’s a ton of fun to write and then it’s kind of fun to read, although it lacks more than very short range coher­ence. Here is a short excerpt:

…to soon coon moon toon buf­foon inter­pre­tive dance romance chance clance manse ran­cid meat spon­ta­neous gen­er­a­tion swirl twirl curl diver­gence charge up a hill at the enemy who has entrenched in the supe­rior posi­tion no mat­ter we have more troops and your dog is expend­able or per­haps your dog is expand­able mandible click-clack giant ant fly­ing into the man­tis spongi­form boast defeat in the realm of the man­i­fest des­tiny col­lapse from sense to gib­ber­ing like four golf carts which we eat to cut down on excess pro­tein put the spoon in your mouth…

Maybe I’ll put more up later, but for now it serves to illus­trate a point. Of course, feel free to call it crap, it very well may be, but I enjoy the act of writ­ing it. It’s mainly just word play and ran­dom word asso­ci­a­tion mixed with a bit of stream of consciousness.

Bigger Blogosphere

Sunday, October 17th, 2004

I have dis­cov­ered the blogs of more of my cohorts, they have been added to the list at the left as is proper form in such affairs. That is all.

File Extension Quiz

Sunday, October 17th, 2004

Here’s yet another stu­pid inter­net quiz, “Which File Extension Are You?”

The Royal Armada

Saturday, October 9th, 2004

We (Liz, my sail­ing part­ner, and I) were out rac­ing Tech Dinghys with the rest of the sail­ing team dur­ing prac­tice yes­ter­day when we noticed that one of the other dinghys had taken on a third per­son and hoisted a Jolly Roger. Observing the behav­ior of the pirate flag bear­ing boat, it was obvi­ous they were try­ing to cap­size other boats. Now, Liz and I, being the sorts of peo­ple that find such antics amus­ing, decided to play the role of the Royal Armada (you know, the peo­ple charged with pre­vent­ing piracy). In order to pre­vent piracy we set a course directly for the pirate ves­sal. Unfortunately, the pirates saw us bear­ing down on them and a brief bat­tle ensued, the end result of which involved no cap­siz­ing and the pirate ves­sal flee­ing the scene. Having scared off the pirates, we got back to the race. A short while later, another oppor­tu­nity arose, in which the pirates were assault­ing another ves­sal and did not see us com­ing. Getting right up next to the pirate ves­sal, Liz took con­trol of our dinghy and I hopped on the pirate bow. Grabbing the pirate vessal’s mast, I was able to drag their boat over. The pirates aban­doned ship and began an assault on our ves­sal. As the pirates were cap­siz­ing our boat, I righted theirs. Liz suc­ceeded in climb­ing over the top of our boat, remain­ing mostly dry as it cap­sized and tur­tled. Having righted the pirate ves­sal and taken con­trol of it, I shouted to Liz, who hopped in. At this point, we sailed off in the pirate ves­sal and left the pirates swim­ming along side our, com­pletely turled, boat. by the time the pirates had got­ten things work­ing again, we had fin­ished the race and were head­ing back to the dock.

If we were to score this based on peo­ple who went swim­ming, the final tally would be 3 points us, 1 point pirates. Oh man, we’re awesome.