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Wednesday, June 26, 2002
More breaking news on enabling technology for the DTPA! I'd been rather ignoring the talk about "Palladium", since I figured that, Microsoft being more or less on record as anti-Consortium, this was just another bit of PR-ware to convince people that they shouldn't distrust .NET just because everything similar that MS has ever done has turned out to be hideously insecure.
But, as it turns out, "Palladium" actually seems to be a key enabler for the whole DPTA/Consortium thing, as described in a recent Steven Levy piece. With a bit of reading between the lines, we discover that Palladium:
The March of Technology proceeds apace!
At last, the Center for Popular Culture at the University of Wallamabanga is pleased to announce the publication of the results of the CEOLN assedness poll.
(Thought I'd forgotten all about it, didn't'cha?)
First, we present the results in graphical form, for our USA Today readers:
In numerical terms, those who chose the "fully assed" response, indicating that the term "half-assed" is, in their opinion, calling attention to a condition of deviation from a normal (or perhaps merely desirable) condition of full assedness outnumbered those who chose the "not assed at all" response (indicating the opinion that the normal or desirable condition is not assed at all) 71% to 23% (with 6% cleverly not voting either way).
(Three votes in which the person voting explicitly admitted to voting multiple times, were thrown out. Some other votes, not explicitly marked as duplicates but originating from the same IP address and therefore at least slightly suspect, were counted. Discarding those votes would not have materially changed the results. Void where prohibited, licensed, or taxed. Take with plenty of water.)
Deep insights into human nature here, what? Here are the comments of those who did not vote either way:
I like that last one especially; either you're fully half-assed, or you're not at all half-assed.
The comments of the other voters, in chronological order for maximum clarity:
I've often heard the phrase "put your ass into it" -- I think fully-assed is the default state.
Don't I have the best readers? (I'm especially impressed by the person who voted, and then asked "WTF is your poblem". You tawkina me? WTF is your poblem, busta?) I like the analogy with "half-baked"; it seems very apt.
Anyway, thanks to all for clearing that up.
Lust: My attention has been drawn to a new "daily erotic vignette" site, similar to, but entirely different from, the lamentably quiet Parents Strongly Cautioned (whose archives I still consult for the occasional frisson). Highly recommended.
Twassel is another of my favorite authors of naughty stuff. The differences between him and Aster are hard to sum up; oversimplifying wildly, I could say that Twassel is more likely to give you a wholesome sex scene including the word "tummy", whereas Aster is more likely to give you people discussing philosophy and/or casually removing their own scalps before (or during, or after, or instead of) intercourse. *8) But try them both and see for yourself; they both quite skillfully defy summarization.
...long term studies conducted at Dallas's Cooper Institute, involving tens of thousands of subjects tracked for a decade or more, have concluded that all of the excess mortality associated with increasing weight is accounted for by activity levels, not weight. These studies show moderately active fat people have far lower mortality rates than thin sedentary people, and essentially the same mortality rates as thin active people.
Robots taking over the world: everyone else has blogged this (I first noticed it on flutterby), but it's still very cool: 'Thinking' robot in escape bid. I remember once I had a bunch of algorithms sitting in an evolutionary soup learning to perform some task, and the little devils managed to cheat by communicating through a back channel that I'd accidentally provided for them (they weren't supposed to be able to communicate at all).
Speaking of which, I've now read a couple of chapters of the new kind of book that I describe in this weblog entry, and some of it's actually interesting. If only he'd stop interrupting the flow to talk about how everyone before him failed to discover what he has discovered, and how his discovery is going to revolutionize science. Like they say, "show, don't tell".
More on that later, I imagine...
The Consortium expresses its thanks to various responsible bloggers who have helped educate the public about the DTPA. Will the rest of you get on the stick, please? We need a MeFi thread, at the very least, if we're to get the word out properly. These memes don't spread themselves, you know...
Gentlemen one and three go out to the right,
Most of my muscles protest any activity at all. On Saturday the little boy woke up with a fever, so only the little daughter and I went across the river for the potluck lunch and square dancing at the church.
When I was a kid we'd go square dancing every week (or every few weeks, or something; my kid memories are pretty vague on stuff like that), and it was many of the same people as it was last Saturday, and it was the same caller as it was last Saturday, and I remember him looking then just like he did on Saturday (he had, maybe still has, this great handmade house with a living room big enough for at least two full squares, maybe three or four, to do a Grand Right and Left in).
And that was like twenty-eight years ago.
I asked him if the turntable that he uses to play the old seventy eights of square dance music (and folk dance and line dance music; Salty Dog Rag and Road to the Isles) is the same as the one he used all those years ago.
"Yep," he said, "I've got three of them now. But the guy who repairs them is talking about closing down."
(On the way over we missed the exit, and had to drive lots of miles out of our way to find a place to turn around, and we were half an hour late, but I'm not going to talk about that.)
Then on Sunday morning we had bagels, and the little boy still had a mild fever, and the little daughter's feet were sore from square dancing barefoot, so I went and had the week's "parent and child" tennis lesson myself. It's a lot more work when there's not a child there to hit half the balls! So after that my feet and my calves were sore.
Then on Sunday at noon I went down and helped dig up the old water line leading to the pavillion down at the lake, so the neighbor who knows how to do such things could cut out the old leaking pipe and solder on a new shiny pipe with better valves. It was hot, and I was really starting to ache in various muscles. But a good swim in the lake in between digging and filling the trench (not to mention the presence of various lively young persons in bathing attire) was very refreshing.
So my calves and my bottom and my lower back and my arms (and even my neck a little) ache, and it's like kinda hard to go down stairs without wincing. On the other hand it was a great weekend.
It is my job to create universes, as the basis of one novel after another. And I have to build them in such a way that they do not fall apart two days later. Or at least that is what my editors hope. However, I will reveal a secret to you: I like to build universes which do fall apart. I like to see them come unglued, and I like to see how the characters in the novels cope with this problem. I have a secret love of chaos. There should be more of it. Do not believe -- and I am dead serious when I say this -- do not assume that order and stability are always good, in a society or in a universe.
I have discovered on Amazon.com a new kind of book. Unlike every other book ever written, the new kind of book that I describe in this weblog entry was written by someone with an ego the size of the Greater Magellanic Cloud. I believe that in the coming decades the new kind of book that I describe in this weblog entry will allow me to take credit for any and all progress made in virtually any field of human endeavor.
Since I invented weblogging in 1998, other weblog entries have described books; but the new kind of book that I describe in this weblog entry is unique and revolutionary, due to how incredibly annoying the first twenty pages are. The annoying qualities of previous kinds of books have invariably stemmed from the truth or falsity of the claims made in the books; but the annoying quality of the first twenty pages of the new kind of book that I describe in this weblog entry has nothing to do with that truth or falsity; it will be just as annoying if it somehow turns out to be true.
In fact, the first twenty pages of the new kind of book that I describe in this weblog entry are so annoying that, although they are the only part of the book that I have so far read, I find myself unable to resist the temptation to lampoon them in my weblog.
In a broad assertion of presidential authority that could ultimately be tested in the Supreme Court, the government said in court papers on Wednesday that anyone it designated an "enemy combatant" did not have to be provided the legal protections accorded most American citizens. Further it said, the courts have no authority to interfere with such decisions.
Somehow that's not the way I remember it from the Constitution...