Save it, they will rise again?

I managed to escape Richmond with some currency.


For regular green (or angle-changing colored) currency, check out "WheresGeorge.com" I have had a couple of bills found and tracked.

A friend of mine, Paul, forwared one of those emails that at the end begs and tries to shame you into sending it on to other people. It is an interesting mentality there that I have not got a handle on yet. The assumption of the do-gooders writing these emails is that there is a virtue in the mere act of forwarding some message to many others. This virtue is separate from the content of the message. Just the act of forwarding to help others is assumed to be a good thing. I must be evil, 'cause I usually don't send them on.

On a separate theme, the email mentioned above was a long one lamenting the way everything has to be mandated safe today and noting that we all grew up with lead paint, bad cribs, had fights and accidents, didn't lock our doors, etc., and we came out O.K. I wrote him back the following email that I share with this blog;

Paul,
I just got a chance to read the email you fowarded to me all the way through. What a shame that our society has come this far, isn't it. They are trying to make it so safe and risk free that nobody will learn the hard knocks. I'm sure you were like me and had a classic risky childhood. I remember setting rat traps when I was in 1st grade! I mean those nasty wire ones that will snap your finger off. I remember climbing in the trees in back of our house as a kid, so high and on the tippy top of the tree when the wind was whipping me back and forth. . . I was loving it. I remember us three boys jumping on the tailgate of our station wagon (fake wood paneling on the sides) maybe on Friday afternoon when Dad drove down town about a mile to do his banking or whatever. We would dangle and drag our feet and the dog would be either following us or up there with us. I remember catching all kinds of snakes, A couple of us braver kids climbed up the rickety iron loop ladder inside an abandoned smokestack outside of town (The Saltblock) . Of course it was condemned and posted and our parents would have killed us if they knew. Some of the loops were loose, and the thing was a real tower. When we got to the top, the view was like you were in an airplane, we thought. You could see for miles. And it was so scary! You could actually see and feel the stack sway about a foot from side to side. Just an example, but the risky and sometimes stupid things that we did as kids made all the difference in the world at becoming independent and more resistant to the world's thorns that may pop up later in life. If we continue to sanitize and round all the dangerous corners to try to make everything risk free it will be a shame.

Desktop ink jet printers.
They have come down in price partially because the manufacturers can make more profit by selling the cartridges, which they thought they had a lock on. If they get more printers out there, they can sell more cartridges which have the real markup. I won't go into the whole debate, but I have always steered clear of the HP, Lexmark, and selected models of the others which build the print head into the ink cart. This forces you buy a new print head - cart combo each time, and they can patent or uniquely build the printhead so third party (read as cheap) replacements are not easily made, so the OEM will more likely sell the bulk of the ink, and the price will be in the stratosphere. So the understandable trend in all manufacturers is now to make as many models with proprietary carts as they can get away with. My advice is not to participate in this. Don't buy into those messy refill syringes, or trade in schemes either. Just get a printer that uses separate carts that have cheap replacements available. I know there is an ink chemistry element to this as well, but in practice, it doesn't seem to matter as long as the new one matches.

I mean really, I have two Epson printers. One is a ColorPrinterFaxCopierScanner thing and one just a printer, but they both take the same carts and I pay about $3 black; $4 color for ink carts that Epson sells for $25-$30. I have paid as little as $1 - $2!! see ad clip below. Of course they are from China, like everything, but I have been using this kind of ink with few glitches for years and years, and I am a high graphics and photographic user. This is the real cost of a printer, and there is a backlash going on rebelling against these higher than reasonable prices. If others want to zip down to the computer store and get a Black HP cart for $32 and a color for $43 (=$75!) and get no better value for that than I get for mine at $7, that's O.K. by me, but it's not right. The marketplace is bit by bit testing to see what threshold the users will put up with, and it will shake out, but I hope the users win, not the manufacturers.

Example actual ad:
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If you haven't discovered RSS feeds, to get interesting things from the web quicker, you should try one of the feeders or aggregators. It is more in "real time" and you can focus on your interests so much quicker; the proverbial fire hose vs eyedropper story. I use the free one, Feed Demon. This thread on Optical illusions was a link from a feed. Am I nuts, or are these almonds rotating?



Actually there are a gaggle of illusions here that are worth the loading time to see. Note to Leah: The expanding cushions might be an idea for a Mosaic pattern.

Now for the segue to Segway?

I have to revisit the good ole Segway. Martha and I saw a demo of the thing at a local fair here, it was actually a glorified book signing tour for Steve Kemper, the guy whose book proposal leaked and prematurely exposed "IT" or "Ginger" to the world. My "personal transporter" arguments all started in my mind again.

I keep hearing myself saying what a terrific device it is. It makes you root for Kamen because it is a manifestation of the technology that is supposed to be our savior and master. I have a flash of the personal backpack flying men in a futuretown zooming to work in a kids' book I had in the '50's, and somehow I think if that didn't come to pass yet, at least people could be on Segways.

I overheard someone saying how expensive they are - $5000 on Amazon! Even the new "P" series just announced is going to be under 4K. These are not pocket change prices, but they certainly are not show stoppers if people decide that they need or want them. I have seen ads for racing bicycles for over 4k! We all know people who have sunk multi multi thousands in boats, PC's, pedigree dogs, so if people need or want it, people will but it. There is the rub.

Even the people who believe in it don't seem to be convinced yet that we can adapt our lives to IT, or that it fits a big enough need. Even the author Steve Kemper, while demo-ing the Segway to us at the fair mentioned that he didn't have one, "This belongs to my publisher, who lent it to me". Well this guy knows Bezos and Steve Jobs professionally, was one of the invited first group of people flown in to the Kamen Factory to preview it before it was even leaked to us common people, wrote a major book about the Segway, and doesn't have one. That tell us anything? I still want one.

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P.S. Kamen's Ibot, the fantastic rearing, stairclimbing non-wheelchair, which was one predecessor project for the software and gyros in IT is finally on the market, and deserves to be a success perhaps oven more than the Segway. Actually, I want one of those too.

I guess I should credit the sites where I gathered these, but for some reason I can't find the reference right now. I'll add it when I find it. I was almost fooled by the antiquity that supposedly resembled Bart, but then I discoverd the others, just cleverly and well made pseudo-artifacts.

Much has been written about the Alto, the computer developed in Xerox's PARC (Alto original price? $32,000), the graphical interface and mouse ideas eventually leading directly to MAC, and all PCs for that matter.

Here is a clip from Byte Magazine in 1981 describing some of the new devices and ideas:

The mouse is a small box with three buttons on the top and several ball bearings on the bottom. A slender cable connects the mouse to the Alto keyboard . . . The mouse is typically held in the user's right hand and rolled along the table on a soft piece of plastic that provides traction for the ball bearings.

Movement is detected by the motion of one of the ball bearings. The mouse reports changes in position to the Alto. From this, a cursor on the Alto display can be positioned. . . . Alto programs can be controlled with the mouse alone independent of a keyboard.

Then this paragraph that was like a fortune teller:

A stand-alone Alto is usable, but the best configuration is a group of Altos connected by an Ethernet system. Since the Ethernet system is a local network, a special device called a gateway was developed to allow local Ethernet networks to speak to other Ethernet networks or packet networks of other types. Many companies are researching network schemes that would allow packet transmission across cable-television lines. Since these cables are currently installed in many homes and buildings, it is not difficult to imagine a city with an "information grid," analogous to the electric-power grid that exists today. Combined with an electronic mail system (a prototype called Laurel is used on Altos today) the possibilities are staggering.

Update: Forgot to mention the coincidence that the digitized Bible resides at The University of Texas at Austin near my sister Meredith. I was overestimating the age, as well. I was thinking a thousand years; actually printed 1454 or 1455, 548 years ago.

We saw these strange round balls along the side of a side road in East Windsor Connecticut. They were hard and bumpy and most were about the size of baseballs - some like softballs.

Sadly my digital camera croaked, so here is a scan from my scanner - pretty good 3D picture for a flatbed.

It took Martha a while in the books to find out they were from the Osage Orange tree. The internet was little help until I knew the name - then there were a lot of neat references to this strange tree. Google and even Jeeves search engines just didn't know what to suggest when my search was "I found these weird bumpy green things off a tree" If you want info about these, here is one link.

When we stopped in D.C. a couple of years ago, Martha and I went to the National Archives building and remember the beautiful old things displayed there and the hodgepodge marble and mosaic floor and wall pattens and the spectacular dome in the main hall. I remember best my daring picture I took of the original Gutenberg Bible in a glass case. You can almost see on the right the plackard that said something about federal law and no photos being permitted.


Well now I see I could have waited. I am a little rusty on my antiquated Latin script, but the Bible now is digitized and available on line, along with some interesting explanations:

Ransom Center: Exhibitions & Events: Permanent Exhibitions: The Gutenberg Bible: Introduction

I put these pictures of the former Warburton Inn in our Talcottville newsletter this time. It makes me muse over how my appreciation of old buildings has changed for the better over the years. As a kid, I was an ace at rock throwing at abandoned buildings' windows. Not maliciously or habitually, I just didn't think it was hurting anyone (except me, if I got caught). This wonderful brick inn, with a chimney in each corner was built by Warburton, an English immigrant in about 1810. It must have had great echoes in the walls of being his house, then a quarters for his mill workers, then a stop on the old Boston Road, housing itinerants of all kinds in the heyday of the industrial revolution. There is an old story that Warburton early on, when his mill had a particularly good season, would keep an open keg of something out in front for all to sample. Now there's a friendly place! Makes me sad that they tore it down, bricks, echoes, broken windows and all in 1962.

Graphic image that was a demo that came with my 1984 256K Macintosh.
Meredith and I redrew it in MacPaint in my kitchen in Richmond.

There was a competition of sorts at UCONN to determine the Architect for the planned Fine Arts Building complex. One of the designs had caught my attention, and because I liked it, that must have been the deciding factor, because it was chosen. I forgave the fact that the Architect, Frank Gehry, was from LA. The design looks like a bunch of metal flakes or shapes strewn across campus. The other two finalists were not dull, but more conventional in design, so I'm glad they went for the flashy, wild one. It is bound to attract national attention as it develops, which is more than likely one of their goals. Here is the model of the proposal:

It was a dark and stormy night. . . . Well, it was dark, I know that. This was a summer day back probably ten years ago in Richmond, Virginia. My wonderfully non-conformist friend John Adams announced to us that we would surely want to come with him that night on a "Chicken Roundup".

My brother Scott happened to be visiting from Ohio, and we definitely were up for anything out of the ordinary, and we did get it that night. Out in the country, on a chicken farm owned by a notable name in chickens, there was to be, according to John's inside information, a roundup. As we found out, hundreds, possibly thousands, of white chickens were being raised in this huge building, open, with a dirt floor, with carousel like feeders throughout. When the chickens were a certain age or size or something, they had to be taken in trucks to the plant. But how do you get those birds to travel, you ask?

You back up a semi or two with cages on it. Then in the dark of night, with spotlights and action, these men swoop into the teeming clucking masses of birds grabbing clusters of them upside down by the legs, and stuff them brawking into the cages on the trucks. It was a festive night for us, witnessing this action as observers, rooting for a bird here or there to make a dash for the woods to escape, and I suppose somebody or other might have yelled YEE-HAW! It was a night to remember, the chickens didn't know what hit them, but we all knew it was the final trip for them.

Well, I just read a postscript to this story just by chance! Somebody has invented a machine to automate the chicken roundup! It still catches the birds by surprise, but it is much more humane than grabbing, dangling and stuffing. If they keep it up, they'll take the adventure out of everything!

»»»»»»»»»»] Dirge [««««««««««

by Kenneth Fearing (1902-1961)

1-2-3 was the number he played but today the number came
3-2-1;
bought his Carbide at 30 but it went to 29; had the
favorite at Bowie but the track was slow - -


O, executive type, would you like to drive a floating power,
knee action, silk-upholstered six? Wed a Holywood star?
Shoot the course in 58? Draw to the ace, king jack?

O, fellow with a will who won't take no, watch out for three
cigarettes on the same, single match; O democratic voter
born in August under Mars, beware of liquidated rails --


Dénouement to dénouement, he took a personal pride in the
certain, certain way he lived his own, private life,
but nevertheless, they shut off his gas; nevertheless,
the bank forclosed; nevertheless the landlord called;
nevertheless, the radio broke,


And twelve o'clock arrived just once too often,
just the same he wore one gray tweed suit, bought one
straw hat, drank one straight Scotch, walked one short
step, took one long look, drew one deep breath,
just one too many,


And wow he died as wow he lived,
going whop to the office and blooie home to sleep and
biff he got married and bam he had children and oof he got fired,
zowie did he live and zowie did he die,


With who the hell are you at the corner of his casket,
and where the hell are we going on the right hand silver
knob, and who the hell cares walking second from the
end with an American Beauty wreath from why the hell not.


Very much missed by the circulation staff of the New York
Evening Post; deeply, deeply mourned by the B.M.T.

Wham, Mr. Roosevelt; pow, Sears Roebuck; awk, big dipper;
bop, summer rain; bong, Mr., bong, Mr., bong, Mr., bong.

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If you want to hear me read the poem in real audio click here.

Not to get to wordy here, but I saw an article on critical thinking, and realized that that is one of the traits I admire in people. There are many more traits that also are high on the list, like kindness, quirkyness, etc. but save those for later. What is critical thinking? Well, when we say about a new idea, "I'm ## years old, I ought to know my mind by now, so this is my final answer on that!" This is not critical thinking. (although I feel that way many times) Even if your views of things are stong and well developed, you should be willing to think again. Here is a clip from the paper I read: Critical Thinking: Peter A. Facione, Santa Clara University .

The approaches to life and living in general which characterize critical thinking include:
* inquisitiveness with regard to a wide range of issues,
* concern to become and remain well-informed,
* alertness to opportunities to use critical thinking,
* trust in the processes of reasoned inquiry,
* self-confidence in one's own abilities to reason,
* open-mindedness regarding divergent world views,
* flexibility in considering alternatives and opinions,
* understanding of the opinions of other people,
* fair-mindedness in appraising reasoning,
* honesty in facing one's own biases, prejudices,stereotypes, or egocentric tendencies,
* prudence in suspending, making or altering judgments,
* willingness to reconsider and revise views where honest reflection suggests that change is warranted.

Someone strongly disposed toward critical thinking would probably agree with statements like these:
*I hate talk shows where people just state their opinions but never give any reasons at all.
*Figuring out what people really mean by what they say is important to me."
*I always do better in jobs where I'm expected to think things out for myself.
*I hold off making decisions until I've thought through my options.
*Rather than relying on someone else's notes, I prefer to read the material myself.
*I try to see the merit in another's opinion, even if I reject it later.
*Even if a problem is tougher than I expected, I'll keep working on it.
*Making intelligent decisions is more important than winning arguments.

A person with weak critical thinking dispositions would probably disagree with the statements above but be likely to agree with these:
*I prefer jobs where the supervisor says exactly what to do and exactly how to do it.
*No matter how complex the problem, you can bet there will be a simple solution.
*I don't waste time looking things up.
*I hate when teachers discuss problems instead of just giving the answers.
*If my belief is truly sincere, evidence to the contrary is irrelevant.

A follow-up to a rant of mine a while ago concerning the government software efforts to scan the private email and web activities of citizens. Actually in place years ago, so called 'Carnivore' artificial intelligence software looked for word and phrases, combinations that "they" deemed criminal-like. This effort was given legs by 9-11. Who could disagree when we had the terrorists to fight? Ashcroft was certainly not worried about stepping on civil rights. Well, people did and do disagree! The bureaucrats have at least been alerted that we want privacy on the internet, and they have softened the software. They say.

I promise I won't go on about PC, politically correct, attitudes, because it is so easy to get outraged at the examples. We collectively have turned or are turning into a bland intolerant bunch of ninnies with no sense of humor, in the name of being sensitive and tolerant. If you want to laugh and/or cry, check out Tongue Tied , a blog.

Here is an example from that site about my old adopted home town:

The Robert E. Lee Council of the Boy Scouts of America in Richmond, Va. voted this weekend to change its name later this year for reasons that should by now be obvious to all, reports WRVA radio. . . . .

I thought I had seen the last of the stupid "Best viewed with Netscape" or similar banners that used to be the hallmark of the bottom of web pages back in the ancient internet days a few years ago. Of course web designers still have to worry about such things, trapping browser types behind the scenes or working out incompatibilities. We know that the web was not lucky enough to have settled on pdf, which would have made content identical on any platform, but instead is saddled with html's less predictable format, even though xml, java, php and the like make things snazzier. On top of this, only maybe 20% use older browsers now, making things more standardized.

My point is that the user, bless his soul, does not have to be warned of these things. What is he going to do? Turn back in shame, or trade up on demand? What was the point of these notices? If he or his company has for some reasonable or non reasonable excuse, stuck with Netscape 3.0 or IE3 or something believe me, he already KNOWS from experience that things are not going to look exactly perfect all the time.

Well, a college student in Virginia, for a class assignment, re-did the concert band web site I started years ago, and abandoned when I moved up north. They must have taught him from an old textbook, because right there on the first page, distracting from the otherwise fine design job he did, is:

Site requires Internet Explorer 5, Netscape 7, Opera 7, or Mozilla 1.3
If you do not have one of these browsers, click here.

I discovered Zeal.com. This is very much like dmoz Open Directory, as it is a human selected and maintained directory for the Web. It is kin to open source programming, since the power is with the masses, not corporate search engines or commercial interests. Unlike Open Directory, which has a hierarchy of specialized editors who must review and categorize everything for you, with Zeal you can become a contributor and start participating right away. You do have to register and learn the guidelines to get started. After this you earn points for good submissions and category selections, which are reviewed by more advanced "Zealots". You are given progressively more authority as you do good work. I think the presence of these types of diretories , feeding results to search engines, helps democratize the web and perhaps will keep the paid marketing forces from taking over.
Zeal.com - Share your knowledge. Set the standard.