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The potato button is the apex of human technology

Monday, November 29th, 2010

The potato but­ton is the sin­gle great­est thing that mankind has ever achieved. Dwarfing sliced bread, slightly sur­pass­ing the Saturn V, and even edg­ing out the Internet, the potato but­ton expresses our unpar­al­leled supe­ri­or­ity over not just every other crea­ture on this planet but over the pri­mor­dial forces of nature themselves.

The potato but­ton, for those that have not beheld its unmatched glory, is a but­ton on our microwave that cooks pota­toes. To expe­ri­ence the potato button’s awe­some power, one merely inserts one (or more) potato(es) into the microwave and pushes the potato but­ton, just the potato but­ton; one need not set a timer, choose a power level, or even, for that mat­ter, push the start but­ton. Some num­ber of min­utes after push­ing the potato but­ton, any raw pota­toes one has inserted will emerge as baked pota­toes (or a fan­tas­ti­cally good fax­im­ile thereof).

The glory of the potato but­ton comes from the com­bined tech­no­log­i­cal force that is microwaves, heat sen­sors, micro­con­trollers capa­ble of han­dling feed­back sys­tems, and the mod­ern cul­ti­vated potato. The potato but­ton is a tech­no­log­i­cal tour de force that turns a rel­a­tively straight­for­ward food prepa­ra­tion task into a task that is so utterly triv­ial as to require nigh on no con­scious thought whatsoever.

Now, it may be the case that I am being a lit­tle tongue-in-cheek by sug­gest­ing that the potato but­ton is more sig­nif­i­cant than the moon land­ing but I do firmly believe that the potato but­ton is an absolutely quin­tes­sen­tial exam­ple of why tech­nol­ogy exists. Technology exists to make the triv­i­al­ize the tasks that we must oth­er­wise per­form so as to allow us to per­form grander tasks. Technology, in gen­eral, is much like soft­ware, in spe­cific, because it allows us to take tasks, abstract them, and build larger tasks from those abstracted components.

The sheer sim­plic­ity of cook­ing a potato with the push of a sin­gle but­ton is a gigan­tic step toward remov­ing time and thought from prepar­ing food. I am not sug­gest­ing that we should aban­don cook­ing alto­gether; cook­ing is fun and reward­ing as a task and group expe­ri­ence. Imagine, how­ever, a world where you never have to think about food prepa­ra­tion, except as a hobby. In Star Trek, most food is repli­cated as needed; imag­ine how much time and pro­duc­tiv­ity is gained by the removal of the time needed to pre­pare food. Sure restau­rants, cafe­te­rias, or mess halls can serve much the same pur­pose of remov­ing the need for food prepa­ra­tion but those do not let you eat at home; deliv­ery ser­vices allow one to eat from home with­out tak­ing time to pre­pare food but from an infra­struc­ture stand­point do not scale well. The more that we can use tech­nol­ogy to triv­i­al­ize the tasks of our lives, the more time we have to push beyond our cur­rently con­fines and step up the tech­no­log­i­cal lad­der toward the future.

Seriously though, pota­toes are great and being able to com­pletely cook a potato by push­ing one but­ton is amazing.

HDCP Master Key

Tuesday, September 14th, 2010

Apparently some­one man­aged to reverse engi­neer the HDCP Master Key. Since I so firmly believe in the free­dom of dig­i­tal infor­ma­tion, I have mir­rored the key on my blog.

The key involves an awful lot of text so it is mir­rored below the jump:

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A cute geometry problem

Thursday, March 11th, 2010

I came across a cute geom­e­try prob­lem recently and I would like to pass it along.

Problem Statement
Geometry Problem Diagram
If the sides of the square are of unit length and all curves are cir­cu­lar arcs, what is the area of the high­lighted region?

Although sub­stan­tially eas­ier with the use of cal­cu­lus or trigonom­e­try, this prob­lem can be solved entirely with basic geom­e­try (no weird laws you might have for­got­ten since high school are necessary).

I have derived a geo­met­ric solu­tion, which fol­lows, but I highly rec­om­mend try­ing to do it your­self first.

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Electronic Organs: the old school analog synths

Saturday, May 30th, 2009

Conn 580 Organ

Conn 580 Organ

Conn 580 Organ side view

Conn 580 Organ side view

Because indulging impulses and ridicu­los­ity are both things that are fun­da­men­tal to my being, I pur­chased, off of the craigslist­net­ter­tubes, an elec­tronic organ. Most specif­i­cally, I pur­chased, for my apart­ment place-thing, a used Conn 580 man­ual organ. There was a won­der­ful alcove in our apart­ment that was the per­fect size for an upright piano or sim­i­lar; I was brows­ing the inter­web­worknet­tubes and went to the craigslis­ter­net­ter­tube­web­works and hap­pened to find this won­der­ful organ for sale. To my advan­tage, the man I bought the organ from was nice enough to deliver it to our apart­ment. Of course, haul­ing the organ up two flights of stairs was quite a has­tle but it’s here now and it’s not mov­ing again for a very long time.

Conn 580 internals

Conn 580 internals

This organ, much like most other elec­tronic organs, is a com­plex device com­posed of gobs and gobs of ana­log elec­tron­ics. It would be accu­rate to describe the device as an early ana­log syn­the­sizer. Amongst the many other awe­some things about this organ, the top can be flipped up expos­ing the crazy mass of wires, oscil­la­tors and other cir­cuit crazi­ness. The num­ber of switches, but­tons, keys, and such on this organ is rather mind-boggling and I’m only start­ing to fig­ure out what half of the stuff does. That said, I’ve been pretty suc­cess­ful at toss­ing out some pretty awe­some sounds with­out know­ing what I’m doing.

With luck, hav­ing a key­board in the house with pro­vide me suf­fi­cient impe­tus to get around to relearn­ing how to play a key­board. I feel like I want to get back to know­ing how to play the piano (or, in this case, organ). Failing that, though, I’ve got the poten­tial to make some pretty fun sounds.

R.I.P. Albert Hofmann

Tuesday, April 29th, 2008

Rest in peace, Albert Hofmann. 102 years is quite a good streak; too bad your work was hijacked and vil­i­fied in your life­time. The world was not ready for your dis­cov­er­ies but, hope­fully, one day it will be. Goodbye.

Yuri’s Night

Sunday, April 13th, 2008

Last night, I attended the Bay Area Yuri’s Night cel­e­bra­tion, which was a big cel­e­bra­tion of Yuri Gagarin. Yuri Gagarin was the first man in space and the cel­e­bra­tion was at NASA Ames, with a cou­ple great big hang­ers full of art, sci­ence and/or engi­neer­ing exhi­bi­tions, con­stant musi­cal per­for­mances and some other won­der­ful stuff. It was an amaz­ing cel­e­bra­tion, my favorite parts included, but were cer­tainly not lim­ited to, the Amon Tobin set, the aer­o­batic show, Spore and, quite frankly, my room­mate Gene’s dynamic frac­tal exhi­bi­tion piece. It was an amaz­ing event, made bet­ter by how many peo­ple I knew that were present but it was, at the same time, a sad reminder of how under-appreciated NASA is by our coun­try, our gov­ern­ment and our people.

Massive Stock Datasets

Monday, March 31st, 2008

When data-mining, the first step is to obtain the data that you would like to mine. I have decided that I would like to try my hand at play­ing the stock mar­ket so it became nec­es­sary for me to obtain his­tor­i­cal stock mar­ket data. To that end, I have devised a method to obtain end of day results for every list­ing on NYSE, AMEX and NASDAQ since their incep­tion. The data is in the process of being assem­bled and I expect it to be com­plete within a few days. Current esti­mates expect the data to take up approx­i­mately 2GB, mak­ing it the largest sin­gle dataset that I have ever played with. Just hav­ing this much data makes my data hoard­ing senses tingle.

I’ll prob­a­bly spend a lit­tle bit of time putting the data into an easy to under­stand and use for­mat and then I’ll start look­ing for pat­terns. I’m hop­ing to throw my mod­el­ing back­ground and expe­ri­ence at the stock mar­ket to see if I can’t beat the sys­tem. If I can beat the stock mar­ket and make bajil­lions of dol­lars (or euro if the dol­lar col­lapses) that would be pretty sweet but if I don’t, at the very least, I expect to have fun play­ing with lots and lots of numbers.

As a sec­ond approach, since it turns out to be rather dif­fi­cult to get this sort of data in the first place, I’m half con­sid­er­ing the idea of clean­ing it up a bit and then reselling it myself.

Oh noes, Arthur C. Clarke is no more

Tuesday, March 18th, 2008

Arthur C. Clarke died today in Sri Lanka at the age of 90. I won’t even try to sum­ma­rize the amaz­ing things that Arthur C. Clarke has con­tributed to the world, I wouldn’t be able to do him jus­tice; if you care, ask wikipedia. Rest in peace Sir Arthur C. Clarke and thank you for all that you’ve given us.

I’ll leave you with Clarke’s three laws:

  1. When a dis­tin­guished but elderly sci­en­tist states that some­thing is pos­si­ble, he is almost cer­tainly right. When he states that some­thing is impos­si­ble, he is very prob­a­bly wrong.
  2. The only way of dis­cov­er­ing the lim­its of the pos­si­ble is to ven­ture a lit­tle way past them into the impossible.
  3. Any suf­fi­ciently advanced tech­nol­ogy is indis­tin­guish­able from magic.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

Thursday, October 4th, 2007

Sputnik I
Happy 50th birth­day Sputnik, you fly­ing grape­fruit. Oh, and thanks for all the space tech­nol­ogy that you inspired out of Cold War fear.

I must say though, it would be nice if we were still into that whole space pro­gram thing. It might also be cool if we didn’t waste so much money on unneeded and exces­sive mil­i­tary supe­ri­or­ity. I guess some­body for­got to tell us that the cold war ended six­teen years ago.

A Not So Pale Lager and A Hefty Tripel

Thursday, April 5th, 2007

It’s time for a beer update. Before I go any­where, I should like to note that I am a beer brewer and not a beer judge so my descrip­tive ter­mi­nol­ogy may not be offi­cial or even accu­rate. Now, let’s talk about vic­tory; vic­tory and beer.

I cracked open the first bot­tle of my, sup­posed to be pale, lager last Saturday to mixed feel­ings of joy and dis­ap­point­ment. Upon pour­ing the beer from bot­tle to glass, it was imme­di­ately obvi­ous that my attempt at mak­ing a pale lager did not come out very pale. My goal was to pro­duce a very pale lager of 2 – 4SRM but the result is far closer to 8-12SRM. Accepting that the color might be off but it might still taste like a Pale Lager, I moved on to tast­ing. Upon tast­ing the lager, it was clear that I had not accom­plished the crisp, clear pale lager style but man­aged a heav­ier, hop­pier style of lager. Although the beer is in no way pale, it is nonethe­less very good; it is an accept­able mis­take. I believe that my mis­take prob­a­bly arose from two prob­lems: my malts were too dark and my lager­ing was not cold enough. I like the beer and I fig­ure it makes for a valiant first attempt at a lager but I will be try­ing again to see if I can man­age a pale lager at some point in the future.

On Tuesday, as a birth­day present for myself, I finally tapped my tripel ale keg. Filling a glass, I was greeted with noth­ing less than a com­plete ful­fill­ment of my hopes and aspi­ra­tions. The beer is clear of any haze and has a very nice amber color, give or take, about 15SRM. There is a very pleas­ant aroma, some­what fruity and almost candy-like. Upon tast­ing, I knew that I had met and exceeded my expec­ta­tions; the fla­vor is that of a Belgian white beer, smooth, fruity and with a low bit­ter­ness, but has the strong malt over­tones of a bar­ley­wine or con­ven­tional tripel ale. The malty char­ac­ter is more sub­dued and less over pow­er­ing than that of most bar­ley­wines or tripels I have encoun­tered, which suits my pref­er­ences. The beer’s alco­hol con­tent of about 9 – 12% is very well masked by the fla­vors of the beer and puts it slightly out of the stan­dard range of a tripel ale, into that of bar­ley­wines and quadru­pel ales. This beer is, in my opin­ion, a phe­nom­e­nal sip­ping beer, with a heck of a kick to it; it’s eas­ily one of the best tripel or quadru­pel style ales I’ve ever had. I will def­i­nitely be keep­ing this recipe and hope­fully I’ll have ample oppor­tu­nity to use it again in the future.

The Accidental Vintner

Saturday, March 24th, 2007

For those of you that I haven’t told, a while back, I took up brew­ing beer, wine and the like as hob­bies. So far, I’ve had a pretty fan­tas­tic run of things with only a small hand­ful of fail­ures, none of which were ter­ri­bly unexpected.

My first brew­ing was some­time last September or October. With the help of my friend Paul, I brewed an Irish Red style Ale. Being our first brew­ing expe­ri­ence, we used a pre-prepared kit. Earlier on the day we brewed, how­ever, I had gone apple pick­ing with some other house­mates so we decided to mod­ify the recipe by toss­ing a few apples into the wort. The result we obtained after 2 or 3 weeks fer­ment­ing and 2 weeks aging/carbonating was really quite good. We had cre­ated a nice, smooth Irish Red style Ale, with a mild but notable taste of apple. While we made our way through the first 24 bot­tles, which had been refrig­er­ated after 2 weeks aging, the remain­ing 24 had been left in the base­ment con­tin­u­ing to age. After fin­ish­ing the first 24 we moved on to the sec­ond to dis­cover that they were even smoother but had lost a lit­tle of the apple character.

Having suc­ceeded at brew­ing a tasty beer, I decided to try my hand at var­i­ous other fer­men­ta­tions so I picked up a num­ber of dry yeast pack­ets at my local brew­ing store and set at it. I made up three 1 gal­lon solu­tions with equal quan­ti­ties of fer­mentable sugar: one with cane sugar, one with molasses and one with maple syrup. These were each given a num­ber of weeks to fer­ment. After fer­men­ta­tion, I gave them each a try and dis­cov­ered that the molasses “wine”, although alco­holic, was totally undrink­able; the sugar “wine” was alco­holic but com­pletely bland (a good result for less than a dol­lar in raw mate­ri­als); the maple “wine” was actu­ally rather tasty but not tasty enough for its cost.

After the exper­i­men­tal “wines”, I decided to give proper wine a shot (by proper I mean grape fla­vored, not high qual­ity). I pro­ceeded to make up two large buck­ets full of wine from Welch’s grape juice and sugar (as an adjunct, if you will). the buck­ets were allowed to fer­ment for a num­ber of weeks. The wines’ fer­men­ta­tion cycles coin­cided very nicely with the sched­ul­ing of a Mardi Gras party my house was throw­ing. Myself hav­ing 8 gal­lons of really cheap, but not all that bad, wine and throw­ing a party made for an obvi­ous com­bi­na­tion. I set aside 2 gal­lons of the wine as my “Special Reserve” and used the remain­der to pro­duce san­gria for the party. The san­gria went over very well, tast­ing so good that it prompted a num­ber of indi­vid­u­als to ques­tion whether or not it was alco­holic. Tasting of the wine prior to san­gria pro­duc­tion and lat­ter con­sump­tion of my “Special Reserve” con­firmed that the wine was plenty alco­holic. Consumption of the “Special Reserve” also proved quite tasty on a lat­ter date.

My next attempt, which was started whilst the Welch’s wines were fer­ment­ing was also my great­est fail­ure, a sake. I didn’t feel like deal­ing with koji-kin (it’d take a while to explain, so you can look it up inde­pen­dently) so I decided to go with the old-fashioned way and mas­ti­cated a whole lot of rice. It was a bit of a gross thing to mas­ti­cate my way through two gal­lons of rice but it was an inter­est­ing exer­cise. After adding yeast and wait­ing a num­ber of weeks, the con­coc­tion was a ter­ri­bly smelling, undrink­able mess. In ret­ro­spect, I prob­a­bly should have pas­teur­ized it before adding the yeast.

Prior to start­ing the wines, I started my sec­ond and third batches of beer. The sec­ond was the result dis­cov­er­ing that I could dis­as­sem­ble empty beer kegs and fill them with my own beer. That dis­cov­ered, I set about design­ing a cross between a Hefeweizen and a Belgian Tripel Ale (two of my favorite beer styles). The Belgian Tripel Weizen designed, I enlisted Paul’s aid once more and we set about brew­ing 18 gal­lons of beer. The beer was allowed to fer­ment for two weeks and then the spe­cific grav­ity was checked. The grav­ity had not decreased suf­fi­ciently so another week was waited, then another and then finally 15.5 gal­lons of the beer were moved into the keg (Tripel Ales take a long time to fer­ment due to high sugar con­tent ). It was about two or three weeks ago that the ale was kegged and I am wait­ing until April 3rd to tap it; I’m giv­ing it plenty of time to con­di­tion and this way I can make it a birth­day present to myself. All pre­lim­i­nary tests seem to indi­cate that it will taste fan­tas­tic and I am wait­ing with bated breath.

My third beer attempt started shortly after my sec­ond. I fig­ured that the cold Minnesota win­ter would likely make some place in my house cold enough for lager­ing. The deci­sion of what sort of a lager didn’t take too long; I went with the clas­sic, albeit a lit­tle bor­ing, Pale Lager style. Wanting to take the purists approach, I decided to base mine on the orig­i­nal Pale Lager style beer, Pilsner Urquell. This beer has fin­ished its fer­men­ta­tion and just recently fin­ished (as far as I’m con­cerned) its lager­ing and was bot­tled. Preliminary test­ing sug­gests that it’ll turn out well enough, time now to wait for carbonation.

These, of course, have been all of my inten­tional brew­ing adven­tures. Now, don’t get me wrong, I very much enjoy my inten­tional brew­ing and have been mean­ing to men­tion it here for a while, but this post was inspired by a recent bit of acci­den­tal brew­ing. As a result of prepar­ing and drink­ing some left­over frozen juice con­cen­trate as plain juice. More specif­i­cally, I’ve been drink­ing lots of white grape juice and vari­ants thereon. A few days ago, I made up a pitcher full of white grape-pear juice and brought it up to my room. I was drink­ing the juice slowly and then a few days ago it started to taste a lit­tle off. The taste wasn’t off enough for me to think any­thing was amiss but then, two days ago, I noticed some funny spindly things that looked like mold in it. I decided to throw out the spoiled juice but it was late and I was tired so I put off doing so until the next day. Yesterday, the next day, I for­got about the juice for a while, remem­ber­ing only at a time when I didn’t feel like doing any­thing about it. By yes­ter­day, the spindly things had set­tled into a beige mass at the bot­tom of the juice that looked an awful lot like what grows in inten­tion­ally fer­mented bev­er­ages. Putting the mat­ter off again, I went to sleep. Today, when I went to check on my pitcher of juice, I noticed that it was bub­bly and smelled of alco­hol. Without adding yeast, in fact by doing noth­ing more than leav­ing a pitcher of juice in my room, I had cre­ated wine. This inter­ests and amuses me greatly because it was quite likely the way in which alco­hol was orig­i­nally invented.

Global Warming and the Albedo

Friday, January 19th, 2007

At this point, it’s pretty much unde­ni­able that global warm­ing is bear­ing down on us. There are a lot of peo­ple out there that think peo­ple are caus­ing global warm­ing but there are also a lot of peo­ple out there that think peo­ple are not caus­ing global warm­ing and, quite frankly, I don’t care which side of the fence you’re on. Whether global warm­ing is our fault or nat­ural doesn’t mat­ter; what mat­ters is what we’re going to do about it. If it’s our fault, we need to fix it; if it’s nat­ural, we want to impede it because the plan­ets cli­mate works best for our species where it was a few decades ago (at least as far as I’m con­cerned). I really don’t want my kids or grand­kids to live in a world with­out glac­i­ers or snow out­side the polar circles.

So now that we’ve estab­lished that we need to do some­thing, what? There’s the stan­dard sug­ges­tions of stop killing rain forests and pro­duce less car­bon diox­ide but, let’s face it, humans are too pig-headed and stu­pid for that to ever hap­pen. Since we’re not going to do that, let’s take a dif­fer­ent approach; let’s look at the Earth’s albedo.

You might be won­der­ing at this point, what is albedo? You might do well to ask Wikipedia but, in short, albedo is a unit­less mea­sure of an objects reflec­tiv­ity. As a note­wor­thy point, the albedo of snow and ice is much higher than that of just about every­thing else on the Earth’s sur­face. Snow and ice are dimin­ished by higher tem­per­a­tures, their loss low­ers the albedo and lower albe­dos raise the tem­per­a­ture, there­for albedo decrease and tem­per­a­ture increase are self-reinforcing. So here’s where things get inter­est­ing con­cep­tu­ally, let’s try to raise the Earth’s albedo and do what we can to get things going in the other direc­tion. If you want to drive a gas-guzzling mon­stros­ity of a car, go for it but get the car in white, not black; paint your house in a light or pas­tel color, lobby your leg­is­la­tures to use con­crete or light tar­mac instead of stan­dard dark tar­mac; put mir­rors on your roof.

Forget emis­sions, let’s work on our albedo. Well, don’t com­pletely for­get emis­sions, but you get the point.

Yesterday, the Internet called

Saturday, October 28th, 2006

Last night, I received a ran­dom tele­phone call from a num­ber that I did not rec­og­nize and, as is my style, I answered it. My, “Hello” was met with an, “Is this George Waksman?” to which I responded in the affir­ma­tive, a response that met with much rev­elry from the other end of the line. The call even­tu­ally turned out to be from some guy who come across my research into Tootsie Roll Pops and taken advan­tage of the fact that I keep my cell phone num­ber on my home­page. This man was call­ing because he wanted to know both if I was seri­ous and if I had really eaten all those Tootsie Roll Pops. Not being a lying sort of per­son, I of course informed the gen­tle­man that I was only kind of seri­ous but that I had in fact eaten all of those Tootsie Roll Pops. The man on the tele­phone seemed over­joyed by the infor­ma­tion that I had just pro­vided him, thanked me and took his leave of the tele­phone conversation.

Let’s get a clonin’

Thursday, May 11th, 2006

At this point, cloning sci­ence is start­ing to get to the point where we can do some pretty solid stuff. There have been issues as far as cloned ani­mals have decresed life spans but I don’t much con­sider that a big issue, we only need them to be around long enough to breed. If we can clone one gen­er­a­tion and get it to breed a sub­se­quent gen­er­a­tion then that species is back and we’re good to go. This approach wouldn’t work too well for wild species as there’d be no good way to intro­duce them into the wild in suf­fi­cient num­bers to sur­vive but I fig­ure there’re plenty of extinct ani­mals that’d do mighty well in cap­tiv­ity. I’m sure that I could come up with oth­ers, given a bit of time, but here’s a short list of a few ani­mals that I think we should clone back into exis­tence and why:

Dodo Birds: The dodo strikes me as an excel­lent alter­na­tive to chicken. The fact that they were dumb enough to stand around and get killed off by sailor means that they’re prob­a­bly dumb enough to be raised just the same as chick­ens. Additionally, they’re larger than chick­ens – more turkey sized – and thus able to pro­vide more meat. What is comes down to, really, is that I’ve seen stuffed dodos in muse­ums and I think that the things look like they’d be mighty tasty.

Wooly Mammoths: Ok, ele­phants are totally awe­some; they’re giant, intel­li­gent, hulks, capa­ble of exert­ing incred­i­ble amounts of force and per­form­ing tons of work. Mammoths have pretty much all the advan­tages of ele­phants but they’re also mighty cold tol­er­ant crea­tures because of that whole ice age thing. So basi­cally, what I’m talk­ing about here is hav­ing ele­phants that you could ride around on in the win­ter. How awe­some would it be to spend a week­end in New Hampshire, camp­ing and rid­ing mam­moths around. The mam­moths could carry enough stuff to live in total lux­ury and you could build a shel­ter on their back so that you could be out in harsher weather. I’m imag­in­ing hav­ing a mam­moth gang and rid­ing around the mid­west and Canada, kind of like the Hell’s Angels, but with mammoths.

Pygmy Mammoths and Dwarf Elephants: Ok, hav­ing estab­lished that ele­phant like things are pretty keen, we should remem­ber to bring back the vari­eties that were in the 4 – 8 foot tall range. Don’t get me wrong, I love dogs; dogs are great, but wouldn’t it be pretty damned sweet to have a lit­tle ele­phant too. I don’t know what I’d do with one, ride it around, just play with it, I don’t know but I think they’d make totally sweet pets.

Dire Wolves: You might be won­der­ing why in the heck, I’d want dire wolves around again and the answer is that I don’t. Why is it on this list, then? Simple, I want to infuse dire wolf genetic mate­r­ial into the mod­ern canine gene pool. I’m really just talk­ing about get­ting some very large canine breed­ing stock. Oh man, imag­ine breed­ing them with huskies and get­ting five foot tall sled dogs. Actually, this could prob­a­bly be accom­plished by breed­ing Timber Wolves with dogs; maybe we should just forgo the cloning and do that.

Elephant Birds: Gigantic flight­less birds and I do mean gigan­tic, some­times >10 feet tall and >½ ton. I don’t really have any good rea­son or domes­ti­ca­ble use for ele­phant birds so let’s just go with because I think they’re neat besides peo­ple could use them for what­ever peo­ple use ostriches and emus for.

A dis­cus­sion of cloning extinct ani­mals because they’re awe­some wouldn’t be com­plete with­out men­tion of dinosaurs so I’ll just say that I agree with Jurassic Park; they are too unman­age­able for zoos right now.

Save the Pacific Northwest Tree Octopus

Sunday, April 9th, 2006

Save the Pacific Northwest Tree Octopus It has come to my atten­tion that the endan­gered Tree Octopus of the Pacific Northwest is suf­fer­ing through even tougher times than it has in the past and I have decided to join the effort to pre­serve this unique species. Normally, I’m too lazy to bother being proac­tive in regards to the envi­ron­ment but things have gone too far with regards to the Tree Octopus. Admittedly, I’m quite a fan of cephalopods but nonethe­less, we are doing a very poor job as dom­i­nant species here; we have a respon­si­bil­ity to the envi­ron­ment and we can­not allow such a unique and impor­tant crea­ture to go extinct.

For more infor­ma­tion on orga­nized attempts to pre­serve the Pacific Northwest Tree Ocopus, see the offi­cial preser­va­tion site. For more gen­eral cephalo­pod infor­ma­tion, I rec­om­mend this blog devoted to cephalopods.


Hi future, how’re you doing?

Monday, March 6th, 2006

If you’re the type of per­son who likes the idea of try­ing to send a mes­sage to whoever’s on this planet 50,000 years from now (and I know that I am), you might be inter­ested in adding a mes­sage to KEO. KEO is a satel­lite that some European space folks are toss­ing up to be a time cap­sule, which is designed to reen­ter and land 50,000 years from now, dis­gorg­ing a whole bunch of infor­ma­tion. They’re let­ting every per­son on the planet con­tribute up to 6000 char­ac­ters to be put into the cap­sule. I’m going to see if I can come up with some­thing good to add; I’m think­ing I’ll prob­a­bly put some­thing really inane in, like my joke about the two mon­keys that walk into a bar, the silly clown joke or some­thing similar.

Goodbye Telegrams

Thursday, February 2nd, 2006

As of a few days ago STOP Western Union has stopped sup­port­ing Telegram ser­vice (dis­cus­sion) STOP This is some­thing that sad­dens me immensely STOP I always thought that telegrams were totally awe­some STOP I espe­cially liked the whole end­ing sen­tances with stop thing STOP Now I will never know the joy of send­ing a telegram to some­one STOP The worst part of all of it is that I was going to send some­one a telegram a while back STOP Instead I decided the five or so dol­lars was too much STOP What a fool I was STOP