The Occasional Joke


Nurse: Patient's name?

Centurion: Marcus Licinius Crassus

Nurse: And his date of birth?

Centurion: 115 BC.

Nurse: All right. And what is he here for?

Centurion: Cataphract surgery.


Friday, November 16, 2007

The University of Michigan

Looking over some old Wood-Charles posts, I note how many fictional U of M departments I seem to have invented. Given that tomorrow the school will be shutting down the town for the annual fiasco known as the Ohio State game, seems like a good time to compile a partial list of the various academic organizations I attributed to our ivy-covered sheltered workshop here.

  • the University of Michigan's Coloquium on Things We Can Get Somebody to Pay Us to Study
  • the University of Michigan's Office of Shameless Opportunism.
  • THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN'S DEPARTMENT OF STAYING UP ALL NIGHT GIGGLING
  • THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN'S CENTER FOR MAKING THINGS UP AS THEY GO ALONG
  • the University of Michigan's Centre for Having Too Much Time on Its Hands
  • THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN'S CENTRE FOR WORRYING ABOUT THINGS LIKE THIS
  • THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN'S CONSORTIUM FOR CUDGELING OTHERS INTO SILENCE WITH NITPICKING AND AD HOMINEM ABUSE
  • HE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN'S INSTITUTE FOR FINDING NEW SOCIAL PROBLEMS TO STUDY, EVEN IF WE HAVE TO MAKE A FEW UP
  • The University of Michigan's Department of Hosting Expensive and Probably Useless Conferences

I don't really know why I spent the time to pull this together, but there was probably a reason of some kind.

Oddly disappointing

So I spent a whole day this week, running around a huge hospital campus, getting a range of tests that my insurance company wanted (they'll regret it when they see the bill, I'm sure). They tested my heart function, my lung function, and xrayed every bone in my body (almost literally). Today, we had a brief de-brief with my doctor, and the executive summary was, "looks good."

What? An entire day of being jabbed with IVs (my forearms look like I've been assaulted by a porcupine), taking long walks down tiled corridors (a thing I've hated since elementary school), and getting nothing else useful accomplished, and they didn't even find a little dysfunction? I'm not a candidate for a triple bypass? Good news, I guess, but somehow also oddly disconcerting.

Anyway, this presumably clears the way for the big transplant thing in December. After that, we just keep an eye on things, says the doc.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Foreshadowing the BitTorrent Scandal

This week, we learned that Comcast may have been discriminating against peer to peer traffic via BitTorrent. The following old Wood-Charles article, from Lord knows how long ago (note coy references to defunct ISPs like Prodigy and defunct browsers like Mosaic), shows that it ain't a new issue.


COMMERCIAL PROVIDERS SLUFF OFF LOAD

ANN ARBOR: INFOWORLD COLUMNIST ROBERT X. CRINGLEY REPORTS THAT TWO OF THE MAJOR COMMERCIAL INTERNET ACCESS PROVIDERS ARE EXPERIENCING DEMAND SO FAR AHEAD OF CAPACITY THAT THEY RESORT TO CREATIVE, SOFTWARE BASED SOLUTIONS TO HANDLING IT. THE PROVIDERS WHICH SHALL REMAIN NAMELESS (EXCEPT THAT ONE ISN'T BOSNIA-OFF-LINE AND THE OTHER ISN'T A CHILD PROGENY) DO THINGS LIKE, RESPECTIVELY, CLOSING OFF ACCESS DURING PEAK HOURS AND DOWNGRADING CONNECTIONS FROM 9600 TO 12OO.

NOW, A NEW APPROACH IS EMERGING FROM ANN ARBOR'S OWN MARMOT NET. MARMOT NET IS THE WORLD'S LARGEST, LEAST-EXPENSIVE PROVIDER, HAVING (ACCORDING TO ITS FIGURES) 12 TIMES MORE USERS ON LINE AT ANY TIME THAN COMPUSERVE AND MSEN PUT TOGETHER. THIS DESPITE A HARDWARE BASE CONSISTING OF A 2400 BAUD ZOOMODEM AND A FIVE-YEAR-OLD TOSHIBA LAPTOP. HOW DOES MARMOT COPE WITH LOAD? "LIKE THE OTHER PLAYERS, WE HAVE RESORTED TO SOFTWARE SOLUTIONS," SAID A MARMOT NET SPOKESFOOL. "WE QUIETLY DOWNLOAD A PROGRAM ONTO YOUR HARD DRIVE THE FIRST TIME YOU LOG ON. THEN, ANY TIME IT DETECTS UNACCEPTABLE DELAYS IN SYSTEM RESPONSE, IT TAKES OVER AND ACTUALLY BEGINS SIMULATING INTERNET ACCESS LOCALLY. IT'S COOL. WE CAN GENERATE ABUSIVE MAIL FROM GRUMPY ETHNIC TYPES, UNSOLICITED ADVERTISING FROM LAWYERS, INACCURATE TECHNICAL INFORMATION FROM NEWS GROUPS, AND EVEN SHOW WHAT APPEARS TO BE MOSAIC, ENDLESSLY SPINNING ITS LITTLE WORLD THINGY. AND OF COURSE, MAILING LIST TRAFFIC FROM THE ANN ARBOR COMPUTER SOCIETY IS ALWAYS GOOD FOR KILLING TIME AND CONVINCING USERS TO LOG OFF."

Loonies in the news

So what is up with the Zoe's Arc people? In case you missed it, this is the French NGO that took "donations" from people to "foster" Darfur orphans. But, somehow, when they actually went into the region to gather up the suffering children, what they came up with seems to have been Chadean non-orphans, mostly, whom they are aledged to have suckered into their cars (I'm not kidding -- this is what the Chadean authorities claim happened) with offers of sweets and schooling. They were busted trying to fly a large number of kids out of the country (Chad, not the Sudan), and so far, it's taken a visit by Nicolas Sarkozy himself to get even a few of the do-gooders sprung and back out of Dodge. Bizarre.

Life, as a character in Once Upon A Time in America says, is funnier shit.

Syllables Lost

One of our local FM stations, based at one of our local universities (we have several) employs a handful of professional broadcasters and another handful of fumble-mouthed halfwits. One of these has somehow managed to stay on the air for a couple of years, doing nothing, far as I know, but the mid-Saturday morning station breaks. He has many, many annoying mannerisms, but the greatest of them was his pronounciation of the word "currently," as in "currently at W***, it's 27 degrees." When he began his career, the best he could do was "curly." But now, after substantial practice (and I like to think, at least some coaching or coursework) he's gotten it up to "currnt-ly." Perhaps this year, we'll earmark our pledge to buy him a vowel.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Crying Sumo

I didn't dream it! I thought I might have, but it turns out there really is such a thing as "crying sumo" wrestling. Here's more.

Halloween: arrgh!


Perhaps more in a spirit of Fasching than Halloween or piracy, but in some spirit or other, we gathered a few like-minded types for drinks and potluck this week. Here's the executive staff of DSMDB, showing off their finery in the corporate kitchen.


This year is the 40th anniversary of the death of Ernesto Guevara, better known as "Che." Back in in 1999, the old Wood-Charles News Service had this to report about religion and Che.


THE ONGOING WONDER OF IT ALL

"Ann Arbor: Some evangelistic group in the UK gets advertising people to donate their time, striving to promote Christianity to -- well, to somebody. This week, The Independent is reporting that the group's latest ad is supposed to make the point that Jesus was not a wimp. Not kidding a bit. They don't want him to be thought of as some kind of easy-going, turn the other cheek, martyr. Nope, he was a real bad ass, and so they're running a poster of Che Guevara in a crown of thorns, over a kind of val-speak headline.

Traditional Church figures are not amused, and one of 'em is calling for excommunication. The group itself admits to being a bit concerned that people will see the poster, go to their local C of E service, and be turned off to discover that the service isn't conducted in camo vestments. Nobody, however, has explained just exactly what audience this is supposed to reach. "

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Send the Kids to Bed, Dammit

Those of you who have sub-21 kids really should take a look at this article
from New York Magazine (of all places.) Send the little buggers off to bed
earlier, will ya?

Friday, October 5, 2007

Seemed like the right thing to do ...

Since really bad executive talent has been a topic somewhat on my mind,
and on the minds of others, too, I imagine, I thought I'd dredge up this
little item from what was probably the late nineties.



RECURSES, REVILED AGAIN

Ann Arbor: There is some danger, meta-software cosmologists warn, that the universal all may be entering an unstable phase and beginning to exhibit some of the symptoms commonly seen in overloaded or poorly-thought-out computer systems. For example, recursion, the mathematical and programming term for the process of functions calling themselves, seems to be rearing its head in areas of daily life that are not specifically software-related.

For example, the White House is calling, apparently without more than the usual lingual length in cheek, for an independent prosecutor to investigate the behavior of the independent prosecutor who's investigating them. You could argue (and you probably will) that this is not a recursive call but just an example of instantiation, where the constructor, independent_prosecutor (target, agenda), is being called to create another instance of the independent_prosecutor object. However, I could argue (and I think I will, right now, in fact) that the situation is less clear-cut than that, since the instantiating object (the White House) is only enabled to issue the call after a triggering action by an existing instance of the class being instantiated, namely the issuance of a ludicrous_gaffe message. Metaphysically, then, we could see Kenneth Starr as having called himself by providing another object with the enabling condition it requires to sic Janet Reno on his mangy ass.

Now, the definition of "recursion" offered by the Free On-line Dictionary of Computing (http://wfn-shop.Princeton.EDU/foldoc/) includes the following important note:

"If a function will always call itself, however it is called, then it will never terminate. Usually however, it first performs some test on its arguments to check for a "base case" - a condition under which it can return a value without calling itself."

In other words, the implementer of a recursive function has the responsibility to provide a guard or short stop, preventing runaway processing. However, since the independent_prosecutor object was almost certainly (oh, ok, certainly) not designed using sound computational principles or in an ISO 9001-certified environment, the probability of there being no such guard in place approaches (oh, ok, is) 1. So, from this, we can postulate the frightening vision of 100% of the intelligent life in the universe being named independent prosecutors within a period of time that can be (but hasn't been) easily calculated. At the first point at which an object attempts to execute an independent_prosecutor constructor and receives a NULL return, indicating that no more sentient beings are available to fill the office, there had damn well better be somebody checking the return values, or the universe will seg fault.

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Meanwhile, in yet another example of recursive corporate behavior, Reuters reports that Al Dunlop, the so-called "chainsaw" of corporate downsizing, has himself been downsized by his latest victim -- that is, employer -- Sunbeam Corporation. It is not the case, yet, that Sunbeam had to bring in a downsizing expert in order to rid itself of an incompetent, inefficient executive workforce, but that situation is certainly not impossible to imagine (at least, not for me, it isn't, but then I enjoy imagining things like that). Since companies bring in Huns like Dunlop to improve short-term performance, and since these people carry a substantial price tag themselves, it's only a short step toward hiring another CEO whose specialty is cutting out the cutters- out (since after you improve earnings per share in year 1 by reducing labor, closing plants, and generally gutting a corporation, there isn't much left to cut in year 2 -- except the high priced axemen and axewomen left over from the previous year.)

Fortunately, this form of recursion does have its own, fundamental guard in that the corporation in question represents the scope of the operations. When the last employee (presumably the last CEO hired) lays himself off, the last pointer is freed, and the system executes a graceful shutdown.

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