Old John D. Knew A Thing Or Two

June 30th, 2009 3:32 pm

A parade is a group, and I’m not a group animal. I think a mob, no matter what it happens to be doing, is the lowest form of living thing, always steaming with potential murder. Several things I could write on my placard and then carry it all by myself down empty streets.

UP WITH LIFE. STAMP OUT ALL SMALL AND LARGE INDIGNITIES. LEAVE EVERYONE ALONE TO MAKE IT WITHOUT PRESSURE. DOWN WITH HURTING. LOWER THE STANDARD OF LIVING. DO WITHOUT PLASTICS. SMASH THE SERVOMECHANISMS. STOP GRABBING. SNUFF THE BREEZE AND HUG THE KIDS. LOVE ALL LOVE. HATE ALL HATE.

Carry my placard and whistle between my teeth and wink and smirk at the girls on the sidewalk watching the nut with his sign.

JDM, A Tan and Sandy Silence (1972)

The why of your eye, and the tricking of it also

June 23rd, 2009 10:59 pm

This week when I was picking up comics at the shop, my daughter talked me into buying Jay Hosler’s latest science comic, Optical Allusions, to read with her. This was a pretty easy sell, considering my previous enjoyment of Hosler’s Clan Apis and Sandwalk Adventures (both of which, it occurs to me just now, are good candidates for being pulled off the shelves for Dad-Daughter book club). You can see an excerpt from the book at Hosler’s site, or read a review of it online, or see where Amazon will sell it to you.

The book focuses on just what cool things our eyes are, and on how they got that way. Lots of what’s in it is well, well beyond what I expect Sarah to understand, but there were lots of things for us to talk about anyway.

In honour of the fun we had going through that book, I present one of the best optical illusions I’ve seen in a long time.

Optical Illusion

So, how many colours would you say are in that image? (You may ignore the single black pixel in the center–that’s not the point.)

Unless you’re colour-blind the answer is obviously 4, orange, pink, a cyan-like blue, and a green from the yellow end of the green spectrum.

Except there’s not. There’s only three.

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A Monday Night Gallimaufry

June 22nd, 2009 11:50 pm

Let’s see if we can close some of the myriad tabs I’ve opened in the process of trying to catch up with everything that happened in the non-work world while I was off spending time at the Melbourne office:

  • I’m quite impressed at the 16-year old (from the city where I did my university days) who managed to isolate plastic eating bacteria that can decompose plastic bags in a few months for a science fair project. The projection to a possible industrial solution is very interesting, although I’m not as blasé about the waste products as he is–even if it really is just water and CO21, there’s still some work to be done to sell that at an industrial scale without adding yet more to our industrial carbon dioxide problems. Still, pretty damn impressive for a teen science fair, that’s for sure.
  • I do wonder if all the people colouring things green to show support for Iranian democracy realize that they are symbolically aligning themselves with Moussavi–I suspect a large number never stopped to ask “why green?” Even of those who do know it, I wonder what percentage have any idea about Moussavi’s history. See previous Shirky comment on technology speed. Supporting democracy and the protestors seems like a good idea to me, but that doesn’t mean shutting down the critical faculties on the question of how to support them. (Oh, and if you want a cold-water-in-the-face antidote to the “Twitter is changing the world” meme, try this.)
  • Generally speaking, I love when reviews of non-fiction books take on the entire sweeping area that the book being reviewed attacks, and attempt to place the book in a larger context as part of the review. Of those reviews I particularly love the ones that you can learn a lot from without ever actually reading the book in question. For instance, Laura Miller’s review of Richard Bernstein’s book The East, the West, and Sex: A History of Erotic Encounters. The book sounds like something that would be interesting to read, with occasional bouts of being frustrating, and I’ll probably get around to it at some point–if for no other reason than to use it as part of a program of mockery of one of my friends who has a definite pro-Asian bias in his female aesthetics. That’s not really relevant to the fact that I quite enjoyed reading the review.
  • In Alaska, you make your own fun on the long, cold winter nights, apparently. For some reason the pictures in that gallery make me think of Wondermark.
  • I wonder how many people know even the basics of US-Cuba relations that are laid out in the recent Nation article. There were a few things in there that I hadn’t been aware of on the history side. I wonder about the progression of US-Cuban relations over the near term future. I’m inclined to be cautiously optimistic, but serious experts in Cuba (whom I’m related to by marriage) indicate that they don’t see much potential for any change in the near term.
  • There’s certainly a portion of the population2 for whom the received wisdom about the NSA is that they’re a scary-competent organization, who’ve recruited the best minds for a couple of generations, and who are probably a decade ahead of what’s public knowledge about cryptography and related fields of research. Certainly if you read something like Bamford’s Puzzle Palace, you’re left with the impression of a very competent organization that was very good at its brief… at least up to the end of the time period the book covers. Given that, it’s very interesting to read an article by a former CIA analyst who challenges that with an utterly different message: that the agency is “a secretive, hidebound culture incapable of keeping up with innovation, or even working with industry”. That fits in with another set of my prejudices–about large organizations, agility, and competence–and thus pleases me. Especially the bits about the “spectacular failures” of the projects with the MBAesque codenames.
  • You know how passive RFID tags work, right? You send a radio signal at them, and the signal powers up the chip, which can use that power to send a response. Pretty simple. Well, now we’ve got some people saying “hey, there’s a lot of radio waves around all the time in the air–why not design some tools to essentially do that same turn-it-to-energy trick and then use that continual harvesting of tiny bits of energy to charge a battery?” Or, in simpler terms: can we make cell phones that charge themselves out of thin air?
  • I am vaguely interested in the Longbox project. I mean I hate DRM as much as the next guy (unless the next guy is like Cory Doctorow or something), so I’m not particularly interested in trading my first-sale-doctrine-enabled, reusable, loanable, transportable, obsolescence-proof physical comics for a locked up digital file, but that might not matter. And it might not because the Longbox guys made the very smart decision to support existing non-DRM files, even though they will mostly represent pirate content. I would write at length about why this was a very smart idea if this weren’t a linkpost, but for the short version let me ask this: would anyone have become interested in iPods if they couldn’t play your existing MP3s? And how many of those were legitimate content? Q.E.D. Additionally, were the price correct, I could easily see myself doing more “taste testing” in the digital space for things I would eventually buy in a print collection–although I suspect my retailer might not be happy to hear me say so.
  • I am already mildly disturbed at having had two non-trivial ant incursions into the house already this year. I don’t need to be worried about migrating fire ants invading my territory, than you very much.
  • Here’s a pretty reliable test for whether or not you’re a Canadian computer geek: read this. Now, while you were reading that, did your pulse pick up? Face flush? Feel little thrill of adrenaline? You’re a big old computer geek3.
  • It’s funny because it’s true.
  • You know what might work even better than Buddy Christ marketing to get people to go to church? Free beer!

And, since you can’t really top religion making itself into an SNL commercial parody, that should probably do it for tonight.

  1. What about heat? Required? Released?(back)
  2. The “tinfoil hat” cypherpunk types. You know who you are.(back)
  3. If any of those reactions occurred primarily in response to the machine working on the LHC calculations, then you might actually be a big old physics geek. Further testing would be required.(back)

That’s The Problem.

June 18th, 2009 10:19 pm

I will have more to say about this when I’m not about to start a 24-hour flight around more than half the world, but I just want to nail down this quote from Clay Shirky talking about Iran/Twitter/etc:

Absolutely. I’ve been saying this for a while — as a medium gets faster, it gets more emotional. We feel faster than we think.

Correct. And in some cases that’s a fine thing. In lots and lots of other cases, though, that’s the problem. In many, many cases it is essential that we learn to engage our damn brains before our emotions get involved to the points that it becomes nigh impossibly difficult to do so.

Language and the Shaping Of Thought

June 17th, 2009 3:20 am

While I was doing my undergraduate studies, in addition to my Engineering degree, and my minor in Philosophy, I also pursed a number of “options”, notably including an option in Cognitive Studies. Both the mechanics of thinking and the philosophy of cognition and identity were (and remain) of great interest to me.1

One of the topics that came up in various places in the process of chasing down that option was the extent to which language shapes thought. Does the language we use to think restrict or shape what we can think? 2

This was always presented as kind of an open question, with some heavily respected folks coming down on both sides, but I’ve always felt the answer was pretty obviously yes. I had read 1984 before running into any of this, so I was already a convert to the notion that altering language can alter potential thought and behaviour.

And then, there’s the classic example in the philosophical side, Quine’s discussion in Word And Object about gavagi. That discussion is all about language and “stimulus synonymy”, but the point from the discussion that always stuck with me was that it was actually possible for people to work from bases so different from mine as to make it almost impossible for us to communicate meaningfully.

I guess I should expand a bit, rather than force you to go read Quine if you haven’t (and really, if you haven’t, you need a native guide to get through it). For the purposes of this discussion I’ll summarize the relevant part of Quine like this: Imagine you’re the first person to meet a newly discovered tribe of people, who speak a previously undiscovered language with no relation any other language. In order to learn their language, or teach them yours, you’re likely going to do a lot of pointing at things and saying the words. The problem is that you don’t actually know what the words mean to the other person. The classic example is Quine’s gavagi: if a rabbit goes running by and one of these tribal folk points at it and says “gavagi”, you might think that this word means “rabbit”. Of course he might have meant “there’s a rabbit”, but he might equally have meant “there’s a one-second rabbit stage” or “there’s an instance of the rabbithood”, or “look ho, the mereological fusion of all rabbits” or whatever. In fact my favourite example from the class where I first encountered this was one the professor delivered with great relish: “…indeed he might well have meant ‘lo, it rabbiteth’ or ‘look, the universe is rabbitting over there’ “.

Quine will go off and get very concerned about the fact that you can’t tell which he means. I was (and remain) much less interested in that than in the possibility that there are people who actually think this way, and what that means not only for communication, but for the way they compose ideas and structure thoughts. While Quine’s talking about stimulous synonymy, I’m trying to imagine what the world looks like to someone who doesn’t recognize discrete objects, but instead views the world as a connected series of manifestations of object ideals. Fascinating. (This is also probably why the really alien aliens–and not in body, but in worldview, always fascinate me in science fiction: everything from Native Tongue to Darmok to Blindsight.)

None of that is what really sealed the deal in my mind, though. For me it was Irish Gaelic, and the instant it was explained to me that you can’t say “I am sad” in Gaelic, but rather that the closest you can get is really something more of the form “there is a sadness upon me”3. (Googling suggests the same is true in Scots Gaelic).

Just think about that, and what it means: that you literally can not identify with your emotions in the language; that your identity is a core thing that is influenced, and affected, by the emotions, but that isn’t identical to them. And also that it is, almost by nature, transient–it’s upon me now, but will not be at some point. There’s a lot of thinking to do in there, but I’ll glib over it with the observation that our fascination with depression (and for SSRIs) in the English speaking world is possibly something that couldn’t have happened in a Gaelic speaking society.

Anyway, the point is that I don’t really think of this as an open question, despite what the consensus state of philosophy and cognitive science may be.

And it looks like there’s now actual experimental results and proper science to back that up.

All of which is long introduction to me pointing you to Lera Boroditsky’s fascinating article at Edge, HOW DOES OUR LANGUAGE SHAPE THE WAY WE THINK?

There’s a hardly a paragraph in there that doesn’t make you want to stop and think about it for a while before going on. (I almost can’t imagine how it would read to professional users of language–particularly writers of fiction, and even moreso poets.)

I can not recommend highly enough that you go read the article if you are even slightly interested in this. It’s great.

I’ll quote a couple of bits:

Follow me to Pormpuraaw, a small Aboriginal community on the western edge of Cape York, in northern Australia. I came here because of the way the locals, the Kuuk Thaayorre, talk about space. Instead of words like “right,” “left,” “forward,” and “back,” which, as commonly used in English, define space relative to an observer, the Kuuk Thaayorre, like many other Aboriginal groups, use cardinal-direction terms — north, south, east, and west — to define space. This is done at all scales, which means you have to say things like “There’s an ant on your southeast leg” or “Move the cup to the north northwest a little bit.” One obvious consequence of speaking such a language is that you have to stay oriented at all times, or else you cannot speak properly. The normal greeting in Kuuk Thaayorre is “Where are you going?” and the answer should be something like ” Southsoutheast, in the middle distance.” If you don’t know which way you’re facing, you can’t even get past “Hello.”

That, by itself is fascinating to me, but then the team uses that to do some experiments in how these differences might affect cognition, and those are fascinating in a whole different way:

To test this idea, we gave people sets of pictures that showed some kind of temporal progression (e.g., pictures of a man aging, or a crocodile growing, or a banana being eaten). Their job was to arrange the shuffled photos on the ground to show the correct temporal order. We tested each person in two separate sittings, each time facing in a different cardinal direction. If you ask English speakers to do this, they’ll arrange the cards so that time proceeds from left to right. Hebrew speakers will tend to lay out the cards from right to left, showing that writing direction in a language plays a role. So what about folks like the Kuuk Thaayorre, who don’t use words like “left” and “right”? What will they do?

The Kuuk Thaayorre did not arrange the cards more often from left to right than from right to left, nor more toward or away from the body. But their arrangements were not random: there was a pattern, just a different one from that of English speakers. Instead of arranging time from left to right, they arranged it from east to west.

This leads into lots more discussion of how linguistic patterns affect cognition, and how you can prove this with interference tests. It’s all great stuff.

Then later the paper gets into the effects of gendered languages on perception, leading to this:

Does treating chairs as masculine and beds as feminine in the grammar make Russian speakers think of chairs as being more like men and beds as more like women in some way? It turns out that it does. In one study, we asked German and Spanish speakers to describe objects having opposite gender assignment in those two languages. The descriptions they gave differed in a way predicted by grammatical gender. For example, when asked to describe a “key” — a word that is masculine in German and feminine in Spanish — the German speakers were more likely to use words like “hard,” “heavy,” “jagged,” “metal,” “serrated,” and “useful,” whereas Spanish speakers were more likely to say “golden,” “intricate,” “little,” “lovely,” “shiny,” and “tiny.” To describe a “bridge,” which is feminine in German and masculine in Spanish, the German speakers said “beautiful,” “elegant,” “fragile,” “peaceful,” “pretty,” and “slender,” and the Spanish speakers said “big,” “dangerous,” “long,” “strong,” “sturdy,” and “towering.” This was true even though all testing was done in English, a language without grammatical gender.

That’s interesting in a couple of ways–both in the way the team intends it to be, and along a whole other “why are these kinds of descriptive words masculine/feminine” axis. (Surely there are cultures where feminitiy is associated with sturdyness or usefulness or jaggedness? There definitely are ones that associate it with dangerousness, c.f. George Lakoff’s example from the Dyirbal language, which has a gender/categorization specifically for “fire, women, and dangerous things”–an example cited by Boroditsky.)

Of course one also recalls Stephen Pinker’s quip: “just because a German thinks a bridge is feminine, doesn’t mean he’s going to ask one out on a date.”

Anyway, it’s a great piece, and will probably lead to me going and attempting some of Boroditsky’s published works, which she has conveniently made available online in PDF form.

  1. I wonder if there’s anything to be noted from the fact that I’ve ended up working in the security areas that focus on questions of “identity”. Probably not.(back)
  2. If I were just that bit more pretentious than I am, I’d probably talk about this in terms of the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis. Good thing I’m not that pretentious.(back)
  3. There are, of course, lots of other, less poetic, examples like “I did forgetfulness” instead of “I forgot”.(back)

Aside: Shogunaut

June 16th, 2009 9:55 pm

It’s just vanishingly possible I’ve mentioned my appreciation for Scott Morse’s art on the blog in the past. Given that I would be remiss if I didn’t point out that he’s doing a crazy online comic called The Shogunaut, which he’s been updating regularly. He’s up to 25 pages as I type this, and will likelly complete it soon. It’s kind of a Jack Kirby-meets-Maurice-Noble thing–perhaps not for most people, but if it’s the kind of thing you like, it’s really the kind of thing you’ll like.

Aside: Tires and Conspiracies

June 16th, 2009 7:52 pm

While I’m mildly interested in the medical issues surrounding tire dust and latex allergies that Peter Montague raises in his piece “Tire Dust“, I’m much more interested in the history of automotive cabals explicitly destroying electric public transit, as that’s something I was previously unfamiliar with (and frankly, from this one source I don’t have enough to know if it’s something that can be tarred with the “conspiracy theory” brush, despite having footnotes ). Certainly the idea that Los Angeles was once a paragon of clean public transit, and ended up how it did by conscious planning, not by chance, is something that I’m going to have to look into.

Now I’m Going To Have To Reread The Prince

June 16th, 2009 8:46 am

MachiavelliI heard quite a lot–references and allusions–about Machiavelli during my early teen years, and that lead me to get around to reading The Prince at some point during my time living in Switzerland–I was 16 at the time.

I remember being impressed and amused by the book, and by what I knew about how it connected to political life in Italy at the time.

Other than the occasional quotation, I haven’t revisited The Prince since then.

But now I may have to.

I’ve just spent some time reading a piece from 1958 by Garrett Mattingly wherein he makes the case that The Prince, rather than being taken at face value as a “scientific manual for tyrants” was actually intended as a political satire in the Swiftian mode. How has this been part of the critical discussion for more than 50 years, and this is the first I’ve heard of it? Again my information-gathering network must not be as good as I think it is. 1

If you’re even vaguely interested in Machiavelli, or this historical context of The Prince, I’d recommend reading Mattingly’s piece. Here’s a tiny bit of it:

Moreover, The Prince is easily Machiavelli’s best prose. Its sentences are crisp and pointed, free from the parenthetical explanations and qualifying clauses that punctuate and clog his other political writings. Its prose combines verve and bite with a glittering, deadly polish, like the swordplay of a champion fencer. It uses apt, suggestive images, symbols packed with overtones. For instance: A prince should behave sometimes like a beast, and among beasts he should combine the traits of the lion and the fox. It is studded with epigrams like “A man will forget the death of his father sooner than the loss of his patrimony,” epigrams which all seem to come out of some sort of philosophical Grand Guignol and, like the savage ironies of Swift’s Modest Proposal, are rendered the more spine chilling by the matter-of-fact tone in which they are uttered. And this is where the paradox comes in. Although the method and most of the assumptions of The Prince are so much of a piece with Machiavelli’s thought that the book could not have been written by anyone else, yet in certain important respects, including some of the most shocking of the epigrams, The Prince contradicts everything else Machiavelli ever wrote and everything we know about his life….

Me… I’m going to have to go reread The Prince now with this in mind. It’s a short read, so it’s hardly onerous, and of course even as far from my library as I am today, reading the book won’t be a problem.

  1. I was amused to note, when linking to the Wikipedia entry for The Prince that this notion was mentioned in the Overview, with a citation pointing to Mattingly’s work.(back)

Aside: Cop Slang

June 15th, 2009 11:31 pm

Well, the wikipedia cop jargon entry is a bit on the dry side… but I did find a lovely guide to some UK cop slang. My favourite is probably ‘not carnival related’.

Medical Slang Amuses

June 15th, 2009 9:26 pm

Sometimes you just need to read random Wikipedia entries to find things that will educate, entertain, or amuse you. I’m not going to make any kind of statement about Wikipedia as a citeable reference, but damn there’s a lot of stuff in there that’s worth reading anyway.

Today’s example: the article on medical slang. It nicely captures some of that black humour that you just know has to arise in any situation where people are constantly working in very high pressure, very life and death situations.

Some of these I am totally going to take and start using in a computer software context. Some examples:

ATS – Acute Thespian Syndrome (the patient is faking illness)

This one I’m going to transplant to my world to refer to those people who inflate the nature of their contributions to particular successes, or who make there work seem much harder, or much more significant than it actually is.

CNS-QNS – Central Nervous System – Quantity Not Sufficient.

This one I suspect I will save for discussing people who made some particular decisions that I think were… um… not the right decision.

DBI – “Dirt Bag Index”, multiply the number of tattoos by the number of missing teeth to give an estimate of the number of days since the patient last bathed.

I have no use for this in the software context, but it amuses the hell out of me.

DFKDFC – “Don’t fucking know, don’t fucking care”, a diagnosis often applied to a surgery’s most regular visitors. Most often treated with a low-dosage course of Amoxycillin.

I’d like to use this as both IM shorthand for some of the questions I get every day, and I’d also like to make this a t-shirt.

Polybabydadic – The state of having illegitimate children by several fathers, known or unknown.

Also one that doesn’t really apply to the computer world–at least not as I’ve encountered it–but one that amuses me. In this case it’s primarily the fact that written form of the word appears medical and obscure, but as soon as you actually say it it becomes obvious. Of course you could alter the pronunciation and syllable stress to create something less obvious sounding…

I’m left wondering if there’s an equivalent entry for cop slang… off to Wikipedia again.

What I Did On My Summer Vacation, By Chris McLaren, Age 36

June 9th, 2009 11:27 pm

I’ve been away from the Internet, and this blog specifically, a bit lately, and so I thought I’d give you a little photographic taste of what I’ve been up to. (Click on through if you’re interested.)

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Aside: Yolen @ Dark Horse

June 3rd, 2009 12:19 am

So, it seems Dr. Dr. Dr. Dr. Dr. Jane Yolen (it might be more than 5 now–I don’t keep track) is doing a YA graphic novel with comics publisher Dark Horse. I think this will be her 10,576th (this is a rough figure) published work. And it’s certainly something I’ll be picking up and reading with my daughter.

The future’s not what it used to be

June 1st, 2009 11:41 pm

In catching up with my RSS reader, I see that everyone and his brother is pointing me to that CNN “where’s my jetpack” article.

The article didn’t really interest me, but it does touch on some man, the future of the past isn’t what it used to be thoughts” I’d been having at while at Disneyland–specifically, of course, while at Tomorrowland.

It’s bad enough to see how dated some of the designs are–and bear in mind that this area of the park gets redesigned all the time; these are designs from this decade capturing a nostalgic future, not designs from 1955–but it’s almost heartbreaking in some way to see the shiny, clean, sleek future slowly rotting before your eyes.

A quick example–this is the top of the current version of Autopia at Disneyland:

Part of Tomorrowland

In case it’s not immediately clear to you what I mean about the heartbreaking touch of reality on Walt’s glorious future-of-the-past, allow me to present to you: the Rust Of The Future:

The Rust Of Tomorrow

In case you haven’t noticed–and I suspect you all have–the actual future is a lot more cyberpunk than Star Trek. We’ll have our street-level tech, our virtual worlds, and our corporate distopias. The sleek types will get their elegant designs… but a year or three later, they’ll be scratched up, or covered over, or broken down. Entropy always wins, and rust never sleeps.

My moment of Zen

May 31st, 2009 11:18 pm

Instead of focusing on the imminent end of my vacation, I chose–very explicitly–to enjoy the day as completely as possible.

This was made somewhat easy by the fact that this morning I was able to sleep in until I awoke naturally1, and then was able to stay in bed and spend an hour reading2 before I had to get up and deal with the day.

And then, having the ultimate perfect weather day today also helped.

But perhaps most helpful of all was walking out onto the back deck and seeing this:

Apple Blossom Time

I planted that tree myself a number of years ago, and it barely blossomed the first couple of years. Before I headed out on my vacation it was not yet interesting in any way. Seeing it like that was a very pleasant shock, and might possibly have put me into a satori moment.

And, you know, the fact that my next vacation starts in four days is also helping. :)

Of course I have a schedule tomorrow that runs from 8:30AM until 11PM, so we’ll see how long my vacation inspired Zen calm lasts…

  1. I can count the number of times this has happened since I became a parent on the fingers of one hand.(back)
  2. I believe this is the first time I’ve had this luxury at all since becoming a parent.(back)

Aside: Deep Ocean Weirdness

May 30th, 2009 10:49 pm

See, this is the kind of thing I read popular science articles for: not only do we have single-celled organisms the size of grapes (!), and the seemingly ridiculous possibility that they move under their own power, but the consequent possibility that the entirety of conventional wisdom about the fossil record can be called into question. All in around 7 paragraphs.