Gnuvy Krew Calculus

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I'm not really expecting the term "gnuvy krew" to spread very far. For me personally, it's a reminder of United Voices (UV), sometimes referred to as "UV Krew" and a former program of the American Friends Service Committee (AFSC) out of the Portland office on East Burnside, headed by Mary Ann Prado.

Here're a some cross references: [visit to Cambridge][push into TV][math makeover campaign].

I think of "the gnuvy krew" as my fellow gnu math teachers. We often use source code to communicate key mathematical concepts.

For example, in the screen shot above, I'm plotting a 4th degree polynomial and its first and second derivatives, using the Python code open in the left window, and an interactive shell, top right (click the picture for a bigger version).

It's all pretty home grown, and hence a bit idiosyncratic. Expressing your own individuality is not verboten in gnu math teaching.

Given the tools I'm using (Calculus, Python, VPython, a Pentium running WinXP, and now Blogger) represent many centuries of combined labor and R&D, one could argue that this quirky personal overlay is nought but a thin veneer over a vast invisible army's collective effort.

Be that as it may, I encourage gnuvy krewers to personalize their teaching materials as another way of adding value, even as they edit/recombine material from others per the open source ethic (which often includes giving and/or getting credit for stuff).

Anyway, use your persona to add positive value, to take advantage of the Principle of Synergetic Advantage. Add your own spin, why not?

Related thread on edu-sig: Calculus with Stickworks

The Big Apple

That's a metaphor for New York City, as most people know. Tara and I have locked in some plane reservations, as she's never seen this gleaming jewel of the Empire State.

In preparation for said itinerary, I've been going over some internal Fuller School business with one of New York's more skillful financial analysts. We diverge wildly in our approach to investments, but that doesn't keep me from noticing his talent. I've also been in touch with my former Quaker boss, a champion of Quality in the health care sector.

Big on the agenda: another visit with Kenneth Snelson, the internationally recognized native Oregonian artist, and one of the very few with the courage to tackle Bucky openly (most preferred the relative safety and anonymity of the snide aside, often just whispered -- or waited until he died to get loud).

Tara knows him from our own Barrel Tower, although she at one time confused him with Sam Lanahan (not surprisingly, as "flextegrity" and "tensegrity" do sound somewhat similar). She may not remember that was Snelson's work we came across in Chattanooga that time.

Speaking of business, what I was blathering to Arthur about is the sorry/sad situation with mass published mathematics textbooks for the K-12 market. None of them have any A & B modules, meaning Gnu Math teachers can't really use them.

But that's OK.

We're against felling any more forests in the name of childrens' math education anyway -- gives our self-discipline a bad name. Plus the "golden oldies" (aka "the classics") are always worth a recycle, for whatever content they do include (spherical geometry anyone?).

Dung Beetle?

Actually, a handsome snailmail promo from the folks at flextegrity.com, which I'm proud to net for my collection. Thank you Sam and LaJean, for your brilliant work.

Revising the PKL Model

So we're revising our model of the Portland Knowledge Lab, based in part on Thom Hartmann's interview with Willamette Week on KPOJ (620 AM), which helps pop the nanotechnolgy bubble we've seen floating around near the Old Spaghetti Factory, i.e. in the Lower Southwest.

So the City of Portland has succeeded in attracting, and subsidizing, another bedroom community, not a new jobs haven, except for that clinic and assisted living center (both very welcome).

None of this changes the fact of our wanting more of a jobs haven in Lower Southeast, across from these new condos starting from OMSI, and heading up towards The Steel (the old Cornos neighborhood).

But nanotechnology may not be the big pie slice of revenue we'd originally projected, except from our more traditional Silicon Forest clients, i.e. those pursuing nanotech in robotics, chip design, and color printing -- already well established industries in our region.

So more visualizations of nanotubes (for cabling and wiring) and Z-axis layering, might be what we're called upon to provide, in addition to public (open source) mathcasting (a 4D Studios niche).

The basic idea of the PKL is it's a clearinghouse where movers and shakers get together in a collaborative mode, even though many are strong competitors in the marketplace. You need this kind of think tanky glue to fixate and focalize, such that outsiders see a more unified API.

Just phone our Knowledge Lab and someone knowledgeable will steer you in the right direction. However, behind the scenes, we have multiple studios jockeying for position, my 4D Studios but one of a great many.

I'm not sure how much of this model I've cribbed from London's. My impression from the tour they gave me is that prominent schools had coalitioned in order to process some juicy government contracts. For example: the UK is moving towards electronic whiteboards for pedagogy and the LKL was supposed to figure them out.

PKL will have this impressive list of sponsors without implying some kind of monopolistic, hegemonistic back end, which'd scare clients away as they'd presume ripoff price fixing. On the contrary, the long list of sponors only means we've succeeded in creating a neutral ground to take advantage of synergy, not to frustrate competition.

Such neutral ground building occurs quite naturally and readily in Japan. Even as competitors, it's in our own self interest to codevelop and share infrastructure -- Sten's render farm idea for example.

And finally, given we're talking ephemeral media, toons (many with highly technical content) that travel through optical fiber as easily as through satellite transponders, there's no reason we can't increase our business from out of state as well.

As a jobs haven, we're made up of local residents. But where those jobs come from, could be anywhere.

And so eventually, nanotechnology even in a more biological sense might well gain a bigger pie slice, in terms of the manhours and render farm time we give it, even if Pill Hill itself isn't the big client we'd predicted originally, based on all that hype around the cable car (which Hartmann likened to something out of an H.G. Wells novel).

Sorry I can't say I'm too worried. I still think we're on track for the Lower East. The print media businesses have already laid the groundwork. We have a proud lexical tradition and track record. Now we're getting more graphical, more animated. There's precedent for that too (e.g. Bill Plympton, Matt Groening, Will Vinton et al -- and of course not forgetting John Callahan).

Happy Birthday Dawn Wicca! Dawn's Turning the Wheel provided the original digs for Portland Knowledge Lab @ ActivSpace, near the Lucky Lab in Lower East.

Design Scientist Ron Resch

egg & kawasaki

Popping the Champaign

I'm writing upbeat inhouse propaganda for the home front these days, feeling we're finally making real headway for a change.

Synergeo has proved a great scratch pad for me, to take another run at overcoming some hurdles I'd been coming up against. Just needed a longer runway I guess.

The community college profs and I are chewing the cud about electronic whiteboards, plus I'm yakking about Kusasa, the South African initiative to really bridge the digital divide. Math and computer science (CS) need to become the same discipline in the early grades. You can put a fork in the road later, when it's time to pick a favorite.

But how will you ever decide in to which to dive into, if CS is in-the-closet verboten, and "just math" makes you sick. Given such a censorious climate, you'd probably just end up a lawyer if bright; and we hope one of the good ones (like Joyce Cresswell, Executive Director of our Saturday Academy, and well serving our Silicon Forest, like Matt).

I'm not trying to micro-manage what language. Of course I push Python, but that's not by edict or decree. I'm a recruiter, not a conqueror, and I secretly respect a few who push back hardest (sometimes not so secretly). Like I'm sure Ruby has a bright future, even with that chip on its shoulder, about the evils of XML (hey, some days I hate it too).

Hey, Peet's is doing like free coffee and donuts (grand opening tomorrow) -- news from the Nalley family, just back from Race for the Cure with Tara. I'm headed out. Dawn is escaping to Manzanita with her bookkeeping collaborative.

Snakes on a Plane (movie review)

I normally wouldn't use this fave space to review a cheap thrills horror flick, but Snakes on a Plane is what's playing at Edgefield, and as a leading proponent of a computer language called Python, I thought I should see what Hollywood is up to with our nation's flag's icon.

Well, the predictable tripe. I'd have preferred more humor. Whacking that guy's head open with a baseball bat in the opening minutes sets the wrong tone, even if it's off camera. Remind me to cut back on the Red Bull (too expensive).

The perp never gets any return violence, which seemed unusually soft on crime, even for Hollywood. Having the snakes drop down with the oxygen masks was a nice touch: two terrors for the price of one.

Getting any real world nonfiction across to Americans is an uphill fight all the way, given moneymaking has abandoned all sense of social responsibility, given these powerful media and access to big distributors.

We could educate, or we could dumb down. Cowardly movie makers keep making the wrong choices, pandering to our reptilian psyche, bypassing the neocortex, and thereby needlessly destroying so many promising acting careers (or at least putting them in grave jeopardy).

So how do we Python programmers compete with all this negative imagery?

Well, for one thing, Hollywood seems to think snakes have poor vision (everything green and blurry). That's just pure projection on its part (goes with the moneymaking fixation). Snakes are way cooler and smarter than these cardboard cutouts, who still come across as slick compared to the awkward and hapless humanoids.

Anyway, I'm glad we're finally moving big pieces of the movie-making industry to brighter climes like Morocco. LA had its chance (the Golden Age is long over), although I'm not about to single out this one stupid movie as any worse than the rest.

Pssst... wanna see a really horrific snake? Click and scroll down (and think of Hollywood).

More About Quakers

We met in private homes in Rome, not having a bona fide Meeting House sanctuary. However, I appreciate the open mindedness of the Vatican, in letting us practice our faith unhampered. A big step up from worshipping in catacombs, the way early Xtians had to do, until the emperors got wise, and went for a kinder/gentler approach. Similar scenes in Cairo and Thimpu.

When I moved back to the states, for college, I checked out the Princeton Meeting a couple times, but mostly fell in with the C.S. Lewis crowd, having read the same Narnia books. Anyway, it's a long story.

When I moved back to Oregon in the mid 1980s, local Friends clued me about a gathering of younger type Quakers, with some older for spice, meeting every winter, over the New Year's weekend, starting on like the 28th. I hitched down I-5 to check it out, traveling solo, and got picked up by Bead and Denise, true California hippies, heading my way. What a fun group. Jugglers with torches, lots of elvynchyx (Pan, Sara... Kate). In later years, I'd bring my Dawn Wicca.

Dr. Joe (name collision with our Portland orthodontist), a former hippie himself, used to show up and read the Bible to us around the fire. Despite our outwardly pagan appearance, as Friends we remained receptive to our family traditions.

Some of us went on to become movers and shakers in the Quaker denomination, even adding to the Hymnal. However, we were also into Lord of the Rings, other scifi, and didn't fixate on the Middle East as a likely beginning or ending place for anything too special i.e. we weren't apocalyptic ranters, raving about this or that plagiarized/2nd-hand revelation, or about something some "Nostra" supposedly said -- not our style.

Viral Marketing

Usually anything "viral" would have to be bad, as they're what attack us and make us sick. We fight them with antibodies. But then, antibodies need to multiply exponentially and spread in clever ways (e.g. through the invention of vaccination, a way of spreading immunity) .

"Organic propagation" is often a good thing, both energy efficient and effective.

So "viral marketing" is sort of in between, as "marketing" sounds positive (we like shopping) and so "viral" sounds clever -- yet vaguely sinister. Kinda slimey and snake oily. Kwel.

I didn't invent this term, just one of my MySpace friends uses it in his profile, and I've been giving the matter some thought.

Basic memes are the same way. The idea of "an alphabet" apparently spread like wildfire, though not every culture chose that solution, let alone the same alphabet.

The fact of competing solutions needn't be interpreted as a threat to survival nor a weakness in humanity, but should be celebrated for the opportunities to collaborate it continues to assure us. Monoculture is dangerous and we deliberately scare ourselves with its prospect, in nightmarish science fiction (but on the other hand, we appreciate having shared criteria for what's "humane versus inhumane treatment" i.e. universal human rights).

This is one of the USA's great teachings: compete in the marketplace of ideas as civilians, and you'll prosper a lot more (i.e. don't take gun play too lightly, even if they do on TV). But that doesn't mean everyone who comes here on a boat or a jet ever learned this lesson. It's an ongoing challenge to civilization itself: how to model or simulate well enough to anticipate breakdowns. We're getting better at it.

Ongoing Remodel

The landscapers have come and gone, did a good job. Weeds won't be a headache, nor eyesore, quite as much. I like Lamb's Ear and the lemony stuff, but not so uncontrolled and mixed with the really prickly stuff that bites back.

The power wash might be delayed (truck troubles), plus I didn't make it in to the conference room office, owing to Dawn's longer-than-expected pulmonology appointment.

They're talking about weaning her from O2, which is interesting -- the shortness of breath is more from being out of shape than from encroaching cancer, is what the scans currently suggest. Sounds like a plan.

I let Alexia and Dawn handle the meeting, cruised around outside listening to Robert Thurman's meditation on death from Tiger's Nest, Bhutan (a podcast, one in a series), using my new 60 gig iPod.

Then I adjourned to American Dream pizza, where Dawn and Alexia later joined me. When Phyllis showed for a business meeting, I returned to my gnu math station (with Alexia, in Razz). I like Roots Red, an organic beer.

Over on edu-sig, teachers are ruminating over whether jettisoning raw_input from Python was a good idea -- well after the fact (per usual with slow-chewing cows). I'm like: who "prompts themselves" anymore? Just use the namespace directly, don't hand-hold yourself.

Within the family, we're debating on paint color for "PWS 3745" (a personal workspace, a 1905 dwelling machine). Dawn likes "NATO blue" for a main color, where I'm pushing for something darker (Tara: "deep ocean"), but I'm OK with a lighter trim.

I feel bad about what the stingray did to the crocodile guy, whom I liked as a TV personality, though we never met in person.

Robert's prayers were helpful. We part company in death, and that's sad, but many of us vow to meet again, and that's exquisite, as he puts it. That man's love of Nature endures, and that includes for his family and friends (also in Nature).

We love nature. Nature loves us. And yes, she gets violent. Mommy has a tough job.

Follow-up: OK, so were they planning to power sand it? Feathered edge means sanded from paint edge to wood, no? I left a voicemail, on the sabbath (for some Americans anyway). R.M.T. Painting, CCB171529. So far, I like their energy.

4dsolutions.net: Down for the Day

DigitalRegistrar.com warned me a month ago that my 4dsolutions.net domain name was set to expire.

But when push came to shove I forgot to reregister, resulting in this temporary outage in service.

Maybe my spam filter deflected the urgent warning (like the one I got last year around this time). Given my level of business, that wouldn't have to be my excuse.

Anyway, I've reupped for two years effective immediately. It'll take about 24 hours to repopulate the domain name servers. My apologies for the inconveniece (to me as well).

Across from the Blue Nile

Now I'm posting from one of Portland's many coffee shops, using a Personal Telco node. Although it's a holiday, with few cars on the road (for a Monday morning), I'm electing to get work done. Family members are shopping nearby. I'm having a 16 oz. latte + bagel & cream cheese (toasted).

John Brawley on Synergeo has been helping me hammer out an updated way of casting the Synergetics namespace. We've been focusing on the "Nature not waiting to use Pi" thread, using that to pry apart two memes: events unfolding in time, implying "more to come" versus eternal principles, already operating if only dimly understood. We "look forward" to understanding more later ("forward" is a somewhat metaphorical direction), yet Plato assures us that "knowledge is recollection," a kind of remembering + networking (Erhard's "natural knowing"?).

Over on the community college circuit, I'm trying to interest the math profs in Python generators. I think of them as internal combustion engines, with an "infinite loop" piston (while True:...). Each cycle, the generator pauses at yield (a key word) and spits back an interim result. The next method is what fires each cycle (we have several ways of triggering it). My latest example: an engine by Ramanujan that converges to 1/π. Using Python's new Decimal type within a context of 100-digit precision, I was able to match an authoritative Published Pi to like 98 digits.

Ramanujan's Generator for 1/π

Python is a clean OO implementation and inspires clear thinking about a lot of topics, including namespaces. Our Python Nation is so fortunate to have these talented professionals (Peters, Lundh, Barry, Kuchling, Holden... Guido) attending to the emergence of our core creature over the years. The growth process is somewhat organic, in that it takes surprising turns. Who would have anticipated decorator syntax for example, back in the days of Python 1.5.2? And yet there's plenty of continuity as well, a sense of maturing, of following some plan.

OK, there's my signal. Gotta go...

Later, from Lloyd Center Food Court:

Finding a wall plug was next to impossible (long delay) -- lots of cushy chairs, but no AC. No free wireless. True, $4.00 on my Visa for 2 hours is cheap (from AT&T through Barnes & Noble -- very low signal from up here) but I feel nickle and dimed. Definitely a more money grubbing atmosphere. The American flag is huge, a tip-off that "LAWCAP was here" (a faint whiff of decaying meat). It's still a well-kept facility though, neat and clean. The ice rink has a Zamboni.

So many business class Americans still need their government to tie its own hands, lest it set a shining example of customer service, way better than what the private sector provides at a much higher cost (especially when you factor in all the externalities).

That'd be too threatening to the prevailing ideology, a simplistic "capitalism good versus socialism bad" Dick and Jane mumbo jumbo. The Romano-fascist zombie Corporations tolerate a public sector (especially a bully club military), but they don't want any real competition when it comes to brand loyalty -- unless the flag and eagle shields are really theirs alone to control.

Leave the real governance to United Fruit is the Company's message, and let the USA too be our Banana Republic ["hokey pokey" playing from mall speakers].

This wifi is close to unusable -- I'll finish this later. Time to grab $100 of my own money from the ATM. We're buying up a storm here today.

Lunch Break

So I'm sitting in my conference room office, waiting for the boss to come by. She wears several hats and our schedules are sometimes hard to synchronize. Anyway, it's lunch time and the cafeterias are bustling. I went through twice: salad bar and Starbucks Iced Coffee Light (in a can), then for a Sierra Mist Free (plastic bottle: no sugar, calories or caffeine).

Given the medical ambience around here, I like to eat virtuously. At home, I'm more likely to dig into the twinkie basket or whatever.

For clothing, I'm wearing tan colored trousers, a fancy dark gray Men's Warehouse blazer (three buttons), with a light blue cross-hatch pattern on the collar shirt. I'm wearing comfortable light-colored sneakers, which is a bit off protocol, but if I call 'em deck shoes, and think how that matches my Princeton University sticker on Razz, it all fits. Very F. Scott (plus I was on a 1947 Chris Craft much of yesterday, more casually attired).

Oh, and let's not forget the tan OSCON bag (a favorite accessory, matches the shoes), I'm pretty sure the same one I took to London on Air Canada and introduced on TV -- although I used to have two, and one's gone missing, so there's a bit of a mystery here (along with what happened to Robin, Razz's predecessor, swiped from the Lloyd Center while I was watching Troy).

I was chatting about Synergetics with Tim Stockton earlier this morning on Yahoo!, hyping my website, which one of my spiders says contains 118 pages (it gave me a list). Given schools are coming back into session, I'm keen to get more focus on the A & B Modules, component building blocks of our concentric hierarchy constituents ("we" being the gnu math teachers I'm always writing about). I must add those to rbf.py one of these days -- or maybe someone else wants to take it in that direction, given it's free and open source and all that.

OK, the boss is on her way over (she was managing some crisis across the way), so lunch break is just about over. More later.

Delinquent Dog

Like DEQ, Multnomah County Animal Services has this expiring tag system, a TTL stamp after which you're branded "out of compliance." And so we got a Final Notice regarding our Sarah Angel (a postcard via USPO), by this time past due for her license renewal. We'd need to renew immediately, or a Notice of Infraction for Keeping an Unlicensed Animal would be issued, per Multnomah County Code 13:101.

I took this notice pretty seriously (I'm quite loyal to Sarah, as she is to me), plus was happy to discover that parts of this process have already been computerized. I paid my fee over the web, then phoned the vet to request proof of the necessary vaccinations be faxed to HQS. That's a lot what the expiring tag system is really about: seeing to the ongoing provision of healthcare for all the pets in our County -- ditto for motorvehicles and DEQ's tagging system.

All this reminds me of comments at Wanderers this morning, about how Corporations used to get expiring tags (licenses to do business), before being granted these "in perpetuity" privileges. Giant corporations needn't run an obstacle course every few years, to prove continued fitness, because "who does government think it is, to judge us?"

But then ordinary citizens get judged. Sarah Angel might have gone to jail. It's really quite the double standard.

According to Thom Hartmann's research, Corporations jumped on an elevator called "The Fourteenth Amendment" after the USA Civil War. This constitutional amendment was designed to elevate black people, restoring their "fully human" status, after the long "slavery is God's Will" interlude. But the railroads saw a loophole: if we're elevating the not-yet-fully-human to human these days (in terms of legal rights), why not hitch a ride on the bandwagon?

To make a long story short, thanks to some creative rule changes, what had been considered "artificial persons" in earlier days, were now not only "persons" in the eyes of the law, but quasi-immortal beings as well (no TTL stamps -- like vampires, likewise soulless).

I haven't had time to cross-check all of Hartmann's references (Grunch of Giants was one of them), but given how devilishly clever the white man is, at getting around his own laws sometimes, I'm quite willing to believe him. Sounds just like what a clever private railroad would to, if wanting more power against a USA public executive branch: become a giant on paper, a limited liability behemoth, a bully with nothing to lose (because the real human stakeholders stay quietly invisible, jerking the strings).

More Philosophy Talk

Here's a fixed up version of something I posted this morning to a philosophers' sketch pad called Synergeo (a place for Fuller Schoolers to hang out -- gets argumentative sometimes (lots of heated discussions))...

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Re: Perfect circles in Nature

> A perfect sphere example can be seen by viewing the Earth,
> by shaving off the extraneous extra-spherical material, the
> remainder (only slightly smaller in diameter than the minor
> axis) is a perfect sphere. Seen this way, Earth is a perfect
> sphere + dust and water (mud). Most near-spheres can be
> similarly shaved (excluding thin-shelled hollow objects) to
> perfect sphere status. Whether this is mathematically correct,
> I dunno. DD

It's not a perfect sphere the way they teach math in school (aside from the fact that it's oblate alittle). It has pores, holes. It's made of chemicals. Already, a big point against you, if any chemicals are involved (heaven forbid).

There's really no physical material that's perfect enough to make a perfect sphere. That's why they only exist in the mind's eye, where we have all the perfect materials we need.

Actually, that was just me being mean and sarcastic (so what else is new right?). When building for the mind's eye (some kind of mini-god -- like mini-me?), we don't need materials at all. We just do like JB does and zoom in and in and in, and marvel at the lack of imperfections.

"It's just all so perfect in here" the little voice says to itself, "not like imperfect Nature out there" -- arrogant little voice, ain't it? The sound of one more self-righteous little monkey.

OK, that was mean and sarcastic again. Sheesh, what's my problem?

The problem with the mind's eye is it's not all bright and beautiful like a well lit studio. Most people (including me) can't imagine a rhombic triacontahedron in every detail, just rotating perfectly. I actually go to "nature" and build a physical model.

Same with anything really complicated. The imagination ain't good enough. I want to see the cartoons (hungry hungry).

Same with "perfect pi" -- we needed digital computers to get the billions of digits we have today (more if you're willing to pay for 'em).

Those computers are in nature, sucking real juice from real power plants. Lots of chemicals involved.

When push comes to shove, we turn to chemicals, even after dissing them in math class as "too imperfect" to make any of the stuff we believe critical to mathematics (like perfect pi).

So in a way, I think all this celebration of the human imagination and its transcendent powers to envision Perfection is just a lot of overselling. I distance myself from JB when I see him doing it. That's not how I myself would like to be remembered -- as someone who "transcended Nature" (I'd be ashamed to be that big an egotist).

We use the real world for all our really important work. What goes on in the imagination, while critical, is really not the whole story, not in math, and certainly not in physics (although string theorists sometimes seem to think otherwise).

In some theology works, the so-called "real world" is what's in the Eye of God, is that Image in which the Brief History of Man has been unfolding (that's why they say we're created in His image -- not because we look like Him but because we emerged on his Reality Television).

I kind of like this approach because it implies if there's a perfect pi, it'll be in His or Her mind's eye (i.e. in the real world) and not in the musty dusty imperfect imaginations of lowly humans, who can barely do arithmetic in their heads, unless they're celebrated mini-god prodigies like Euler and Ramanujan (and even they needed pencil and paper).

Certainly I'm not into just agreeably supporting people who try to lord it over others, just on the basis of "what's in their heads" -- and yet they have little to no ability to express themselves except by trying to boss people around, trying to make them build a palace so Mr. Big Shot can move in. That's just pathetic.

Stephen Hawking is not like that at all, despite his limited degrees of freedom. He is surrounded by people who love and respect him, plus he communicates intelligently. It's those domineering yet incoherent slave drivers I despise, not the gentle geniuses.

So I'm philosophically on board with your project to find "perfection" (including in circles and spheres) in the natural world. I think that's honorable, and a good counter to all these people who put the human imagination on a pedastal, even though it's a constant source of paranoias for them and leads them to commit atrocities left and right.

Such a dysfunctional species.

I think we should all look for "absolute perfection" somewhere other than in our selfish little selves -- just an exercise mind you (you can go back to being Number One when you're done).

I don't consider myself misanthropic though. I think humans have the capacity to operate intelligently aboard Spaceship Earth and what gives me hope are the trends, as well as all the hard work people commit to doing. They're troopers, these people. I just wish they had less misinformation to contend with, which makes their jobs even harder.

But I'm hopeful there too. More and more people are coming to understand Synergetics for example. I see evidence everywhere, despite the catalog of mutant soccerballs David Koski's been sending me. We're due for another Renaissance here soon.

Kirby

Street Corner Tetrahedron

Speaking of The Bagdad, at the corner of NE 37th and Hawthorne, it has two adjacent establishments "by crosswalk" (both edges signal-light protected) : Oasis to the north, and to the west what used to be a cool antique shop (now closer to Mt. Tabor), but currently remodeling to become a Peet's (as in "coffee shop").

That puts Peet's directly across from Starbucks, a competing coffee shop brand (around here, we tend to think of the former as being from California, the latter from Washington State).

Closing the square of this almost-perpendicular intersection (37th jags), Starbucks is across from Oasis. So there are the four vertices: B, P, S and O (Bagdad, Peet's, Starbucks, Oasis).

Ah, but what about the "kitty corner" relationships (so named for the lots of dead kittys who tried crossing that way?): edges SB and OP, don't they matter too?

In a typical tetrahedral model of "four establishments," you'd always expect, and give equal weight to, all six relationships. We wouldn't have this four-square distinction between "signal protected" and "illegal cross traffic."

But of course that's because we're imagining a spatial framework -- like I'm not saying every XY intersection needs two archway kitty-corner bridges (and if one did, you'd probably join 'em at the apex -- already more complicated than a tetrahedron then).

Still, this is a way you could think of spaceships to Mars or something. Giant tetrahedra with lots of coffee and beer going. Of course we'd put whole malls in each vertex, or maybe a school in one, a hospital in another...

Anyway, you catch my drift: once we're in "zero-gravity" (relative to Earth's very positive pull) we can start thinking less like squashed flatlander bugs (XY grid cities), and more like astronauts (cosmonauts, whatever -- like in 2001).

Oasis, kitty corner from Peet's

Hood to Coast

Here's a tradition I've not been involved with: teams of 12 gather at Timberline Lodge, mountainside, and begin their long relay race to the Oregon Coast, along a twisted back route. This happens every year around here, and is called Hood to Coast.

This time, the back route included my Hawthorne Boulevard. Derek and I sat in darkness, past midnight, sipping HammerHeads. Runners'd breeze past, to applause and encouragement (one guy streaked through dressed as SpiderMan -- I kinda worried about him). In the meantime, vans, two per team, a veritable parade of Over the Hedge assets (now playing at the Bagdad, so why not throw that in) rolled down the to-Portland lane.

Derek used to participate in this, on one of the faster teams (he was a serious college athelete) and he regaled me with stories (as Dawn likes to say) of his advantures. Dear Dawn: Gayle drove her out to Menucha today, where women are having a theological conference. She found a seven circuit laybrinth and was pleased as punch about walking it at sunset. So little makes Dawn so happy. I love her more than words can say.

Anyway, since Dawn was away, Tara and I saw this as an opening to watch Titanic (Dawn has been vetoing showing it), the Cameron version. Dawn returned in time for the wall-projected sinking and raised no objections to watching it with us. Tara pronounced it "depressing but well done" which is my verdict as well. Not that my judgment is so important -- I don't always care that much about my opinions, if ya know what I mean.

Derek and I also reviewed the Linux distros we might try on his new tower with swap-outable hard drives. We're thinking Ubuntu, Suse and Fedora to start. I helped explain the namespace around KDE and GNOME (Derek is somewhat new to Linux, has eclectic interests).

News & Views

A couple of stories I'm tracking:

Authentication in Banking:

You may recall from my Identity 2.0 (if a non-casual reader), that I'm tracking this whole identity mismanagement thread. I think advanced technology, not more unenforced legalese, is what's called for to address this sorry situation.

So my interest was piqued by the CBS News item yesterday regarding advances in identity safeguards at ATMs and elsewhere. From what one knows, has, or is, pick any two as a cross-check. Thought provoking.

Maybe there's nothing to this, but it seems a lot of people want to keep average USAers clueless, because North America really is a fertile phishing ground at the moment. They bite and bite hard, at the most transparent of schemes.

Real bankers become too easily confused with spam and con artists in the all-American public eye (which the con artists like).

I've seen Hillsboro Police (HPD) try to warn kids of the dangers, but shouldn't the schools be doing a lot more?

The Status of Pluto:

I was somewhat surprised to learn of the Eight Planets solution, but somewhat pleased.

Keeping Pluto on a par with the others would seem too much like giving in to public sentiment (i.e. a politically motivated move). The only consistent path forward would lose sight of the Inner Eight's signature nature, adding all manner of clutter to our once short and memorable List of Planets. Astrology would be ruined.

If some future ninth planet is found that has "cleared its neighborhood" fine, but in the meantime, Pluto becomes the first of a great many dwarves.

Well, I guess there's some fame in being "the first" of anything (go Pluto!).

2003 UB-313 still needs a better name though.

Darwin @ Home

journal + podcast
(photo by K. Urner)

Here I'm showing off my new (used) 60G iPod, purchased on eBay recently, and now home to Gerald de Jong's first draft of a mathcast about Fluidiom, which is evolving into his Darwin @ Home project.

You'll notice he's using an hexagonal floor pattern for his wobbling creature, which, although flat to the horizon, might nevertheless be imagined as a part of a much larger hexapent. Fluidiom actually uses such spherical planet aesthetics.

Here's a review of this mathcast I circulated, e.g. on Synergeo:

So I'm currently converting Gerald's excellent new mathcast to iPod format, so I can show it off (excerpts anyway -- it runs about 55 minutes) at parties and meetings. Like tonight, I'm listening to a mathematician @ Wanderers (Linus Pauling House, see wwwanderers.org).

Gerald uses his time wisely, to explain in succinct and intelligible terms just what he's up to. The "talking head" segments build on each other, so if you miss it the first time, you'll have more chances again later. Plus you'll start building up a "depth dimension" which turns out to be a sophisticated investigation of aesthetic judgment versus machine intelligence, and the positive role for each in Darwin @ Home.

If I find this same video on Google Video or other facility offering easy capture to Myspace, I'll put a link from myspace.com/4dstudios, as I already have for a couple other mathcasts (one by me, one out of Nashville).

The journal article in the background has been a hot topic for me, given the hexapent thread.

More Grid Talk on Synergeo (#28405)

I think we're all ready to see civilian uses be the only uses for nuclear tech, i.e. all other uses will be criminalized and policed against, by agencies with real teeth.

I'm guessing that'll be the kind of symmetry Iran shoots for, in defending a moral high ground. Very old strategy: make hypocrisy expensive (exponentially so). Like, what's up with India?

I accept that we'll continue to have nuke plants for some time to come, but I hope of a better design than Trojan, others with microfracturing problems or whatever.[1] Chernobyl is a planetary disaster, viewable from space. Three Mile Island was probably closer than most realize.

The convection vaults sound a lot better, but I'm not close to the research.[2]

Kirby

[1] [this blog] /trojan-implosion.html

[2] [this blog] /wanderers-200597.html