Wednesday, March 14, 2012
A rational approximation, no matter what level of precision it's computed to, will never be any more π than 10 is 11. Approximations are fine for science and industry, i.e. practical applications, as no known phyisical process requires precision beyond what can be offered by the available approximations. But in purely mathematical terms, to say that the million digit approximation linked above is equal to π is as wrong as saying 7 is equal to 98.
I realize this sounds pretty pedantic, but mathematics is pedantic. And I imagine that anyone who isn't a bandwagoner and actually enjoys mathematics enough to celebrate a holiday for π isn't bothered by pedantry. So I propose that if you want a π Day with any mathematical substance to it, consider celebrating on the 183rd day of the year. That's the day that contains the halfway point of the solar year. (Remember your junior high geometry? Circumference is 2π radians.)
Or maybe it's just me.
Since Earth's orbit is elliptical, Euler's number could also have a meaningfully-timed holiday based on Earth's location in orbit. Granted, deciding where in the orbit this should be might be a bit more contentious as it will propably require a more complex method of finding the appropriate day for it to have any real meaning. Given e's changing powers in the computation of elliptical circumference, one can't just divide it out and be left with a nice number like 2 to divide the year by. One of these weekends I might just get bored enough to figure out a good e-Day.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
I might make more to sell, although I am as yet undecided. If you're a smoker, or would otherwise be interested in buying a table lighter, and are a Doctor Who fan, I'd appreciate any input (via private message, so as not to skew others' opinions) as to what you think you would be willing to pay for such an item. I'm not asking for any sort of commitment; it's not a 'bid'. I'd just like to gauge whether or not I would be able to charge enough for these to make building more worth my while.
I probably spent around 75 hours on this, although a lot of that time was redundant, trying to figure out the best way to accomplish various aspects of the construction.
The photo descriptions are getting cut off in the embedded album, so if you care to read them, you can access the album on imgur directly here.
Now that I'm done with this, I'm looking for a new project. If you have any ideas, post them in the comments. (Or, if you'd like to commission something PM me.)
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Given the nature of Diaspora, #SOPA and #PROTECT_IP probably weigh heavier on the minds of the average user here than other, more mainstream social-networking outlets. On facebook, I shared links to form letters expressing outrage at these pieces of legislation, urging my friends to show their support. But there is a higher level of awareness here. For that reason I urge you to do more. While senators and representatives certainly take heed of mass emails, they all share the same message. Thus, it gets read once. There is a number attached, which acts as an indicator of popularity the letter's position's popularity, but a single addition to that number has relatively little impact.
If you feel passionately enough to want to be more than a number attached to a form letter, I suggest taking the time to write your own, personalized letter. Your vote may be a drop in the bucket, but, from friends who have served on the staffs of various congressmen, I have learned that a personalized letter will generally be read by a high-level staff member, at least; by the congressman himself, if it is particularly well-written and insightful (they get hundreds each day, so of course they can't personally read them ALL). Furthermore, a unique (as opposed to form) letter will weigh much heavier in their consideration, often considered equivalent to thousands of votes.
As SOPA and PROTECT-IP are so significant, I hope some of you will take the time to go the extra mile to stand out from the crowd and voice your personal opposition to these insidious pieced of legislation. You can read the letter I composed to Sen. Durbin at http://reverendchuck.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-letter-to-sen-durbin-regarding.html if you need some inspiration to get started. To get the most bang-for-your-buck, I recommend targeting your letter toward whichever of your congressman you consider yourself most politically aligned with, but also sending copies to your other two congressmen, modifying them where necessary to make them applicable.
Remember, we may not have the financial means to weigh in against corporate interests, and our individual votes may be next-to-worthless. But we have the advantage of numbers. If we don't use that advantage, we can only blame ourselves for what happens to our country.
Slack be with you,
#censorship #CorporateAmerica #Senate #politics #internet #netfreedom #Congress
Thursday, November 17, 2011
I am an Illinoisan and an ardent supporter of investing in things like education, the environment, the arts, science. When I hear people criticize programs like welfare or universal health care as 'socialist', I cannot help but wonder how they could possibly consider that a bad thing. And when people complain about our high taxes, I realize that good programs require good funding and counter that, besides the imbalances in the tax system, I believe everyone's taxes are too low! I am unabashedly liberal. (Well, barring drill weekends; I find it best to keep my politics to myself there, as we of leftward leanings are very much in the minority among the military ilk). And it is no stretch to say that yourself and Senator Patrick Leahy are easily among my favorite people in our capitol.
It was a surprise to me then, to find myself rooting for someone as conservative as Sen. Ron Wyden (he voted for DR-CAFTA, for crying out loud) in his opposition to Sen. Leahy's PROTECT IP Act.
I understand the value of intellectual property and its importance to copyright holders. But whatever the perceived benefits of this act are, I find it difficult to believe that they are sufficient to justify the very real harm that will come of the intentional wholesale corruption of the Domain Name System. The estimated cost to the federal government may be only $47 million. The cost incurred by service providers in implementing and maintaining the counterfeit DNS will be much, much higher. And unlike profits, costs do have a tendency to trickle down.
But far more important than the financial costs of implementation are the social costs of enforcement. I myself have a small home server that, among other things acts as a DNS server for my local network (or, rather, I will again once I replace some parts). Should I have a criminal lawyer on retainer?
Furthermore, while many individuals and organizations targeted for lawsuits by major copyright holders are undoubtedly guilty of infringements, many of the larger 'victims' are just as guilty of abusing the court system and legal bullying of people engaging in fair use. These companies and interest groups have already demonstrated, time and again, a complete lack of the ability, desire, or both, to exercise any restraint in whom they target. Any site lacking the means to take on the legal teams of the media giants would be subject to dealing in parody, satire or any other fair use could be subject to the copyright holder's censorship.
Be sure, if PROTECT IP passes, it will not be employed as a defensive tool for protecting the intellectual property of creative individuals. It will be wielded as offensively and indiscriminately as every other legal weapon these group have wielded in the past. The inability of these rent-seekers to accept the fact that they are entrenched in an obsolescing business-model is no justification for punishing the Internet community at large.
Please reconsider your position on this bill. Neither the Internet nor America has any use for censors.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Why every single 'best-of' album ever made sucks a big, fat donkey dick and why every time you purchase one you are personally contributing ...
Sorry, apparently my title is a bit too long.
Anyway, what follows is the bastard result of the coupling of a too-long tweet ("Every single 'best-of' album ever made sucks a big, fat donkey dick and every time you purchase one you are personally contributing to the decay of our society's already foundering aesthetic standards.") with the beginnings of what was meant to be a three- or four-line comment about the Dead's "Infrared Roses". Over the course of some hours, that offspring grew into a nearly 1500 word argument for the aforementioned tweet's thesis. It lacks cohesion, uniform voice or style, clarity of purpose, and just about anything else one might typically consider beneficial to supporting an argument. But it was fun to write (and re-read), and, most importantly, it is full of Truth. (And if you say it earlier, it had loads more errors, as well as a contest to see who could find the most of those errors, with the winner to receive a free copy "The Ultimate Best of Yanni". I am sorry to report though, that the contest is over, having been won by one Mr. Jones, and the majority of those errors have been corrected.)
But anyway, on with the show:
I want to preface by saying I am by no means a Grateful Dead fanatic, so perhaps I was not the target audience. Generally speaking though, I find their music, at worst, palatable; at best, out-of-this-world, mind-blowingly fantastic.
That being said, approximately two hours ago, I started listening to the Grateful Dead's 'Infrared Roses' (IR) for my first time. Mere minutes ago, I finished listening to it for my second time. You see, I had to be certain I was hearing it correctly. Having reached a similar conclusion upon my second listening, I feel fairly confident in stating that IR is one of the worst professionally produced albums I have ever heard! Not the individual tracks, mind you. Those, I loved, without exception. But the album as a whole? Absolute trash.
Now, I have downloaded dozens of their shows and have found that most of them tend to play closer to the 'out-of-this-world, mind-blowingly fantastic' end of the spectrum. To me, Drums/Space is often the highlight of a given show. Given that IR is a compilation of these improvisational sessions, it hardly seems right that I should find the album so terrible. The problem is, none of the tracks were ever meant to stand without the framework of a musical set to support it. As a composition, IR makes about as much sense as a song composed of nothing but the bridges of other songs, strung together with no rhyme or reason. Basically, what screws IR is that, no matter its interesting choice in material to draw from, it is nothing but a 'best-of' or 'greatest hits' album (BO/GH).
As a rule BO/GHs are produced on the basic principle that (Good Thing + other Good Thing)=Better Thing. People who believe this to be axiomatic, I like to politely refer to as "Fucking Idiots" (FI). As a courtesy to my more conservative readers, I will refrain from mentioning what I refer to them as in private. (I jest, of course; I am not that polite. I am, however that lazy. To type out even an abbreviated version would take the better half of a line.)(Now, where was I? Basic prin... Better Things... believe... Ah.) To those FIs wary of my assertion that the aforementioned axiom is false, I have no intention of asking you to rely on faith. Rather I ask that, before you read on, try a gravy and ketchup sundae. I believe the results of this experiment should be convincing enough.
But even losing integrity through combination with non-complimentary companion pieces, many Good Things will already have suffered by being removed from context of the Whole Thing, becoming merely Things, or even Bad Things. This is reflected, as I mentioned before, in the improvisational portions of Dead concerts. As a part of a full set-list, they are often my favorite part. But listened to without the rest of the show, many of them sound... pointless. (or to continue with the food analogies, ketchup as a condiment, divine. Ketchup as an entrée, not so much).
At this point, there are two possibilities. In one case, the BO/GH is to be a compilation of songs by an artist or group that took the care to compose albums, rather than just songs. Certainly, a good song should stand on its own merits, but a good album can take great songs to new heights. And when they are taken out of their context they lose some of that impact. A compilation of these disparate parts will be far, far less than the sum of its parts.
If, on the other hand, the artist whose oeuvre is to be drawn from is a single-grinder, churning out albums consisting of a handful of hits, buffered with so much filler, then their BO/GH will most likely be superior to any of their standard albums. This does not, however, change the fact that such music is soulless crap, and a compilation of such will still suck.
But how does you purchasing BO/GHs directly contribute to the downfall of society and the arrival of the Beast? Put simply, and in generalized terms, the same way applying your purchasing power toward any given product helps promote its continued development and that of like products.
More specifically, when you purchase a BO/GH, you send a very distinct message, or, rather, a few distinct messages, to a few distinct parties.
First, what you are saying to your average person:
Actually, I don't know that it says anything to the average person. Most people don't care about music. Yeah, yeah. Everybody has a bunch of songs they like listening to, but they don't care about music. They can listen to the radio without a pure and overwhelming malevolence toward society crystallizing in the core of their soul. When they hear something they recognize as soulless drivel, they just turn it off, the thought of taking a wrecking-ball to every transmitter responsible for propagating that radio signal never crossing their mind. And they certainly have never pondered which, of genocide or the willful debasement of a society's artistic and intellectual standards, is the worse crime. (Seriously, think about it. Which is more evil, murdering or ruining someone? If the Borg were coming, would you rather be killed in the fight, or assimilated? I don't have an answer.)
Anyway, this is what you are saying to people who care about music:
"I am metaphor for everything that is wrong with society. I am the bastard of populism and capitalism. I have no concept of what constitutes good music. Yet, because there are more of me than there are of you, my contemptible lack of taste is what record companies are going to consider when engineering music's future. Loath me."
Next, what you are saying to the record companies:
"Keep producing artists that record throw-away albums of radio-friendly swill. My purchasing power will always be behind the lowest common denominator. Provided you remember to tell me to like them."
And finally, what you are saying to the artist:
"I don't really like you. At worst, I hate your stuff, but for some reason, maybe to appear cultured or something, want your name on my CD rack, and this achieves that goal with the least amount of investment. Or maybe it's just that you churn out 'albums', not a one worth owning on its own merits because each one is nothing more than a few singles padded with crap. Most likely though, I have absolutely taste in music and, thus, no interest in listening to any cuts that didn't get major rotation, even though every fan and serious critic agrees that those are your worst songs and you had no intention of releasing them until some soul-sucking record exec forced you to put them on the album to in an effort to boost sales to spineless cretins like me.
At this point you may be wondering what to do if you want to listen to that handful of listenable songs by some artist that never made a listenable album; you want the songs, but you don't want to feed the beast. Your best bet in that case is theft. Shoplifting a BO/GH is an option, if you have the balls/lack of anything to lose for that, but personally, I'd recommend illegally downloading the songs you want. While you're at it, download every Metallica album you can find, just out of spite, then delete them all because they are a terrible band. (Incidentally, this is a fun and effective way to relieve stress.) The other alternative is to not listen to shitty music.
Anyway, I hope that you now understand why every single 'best-of' album ever made sucks a big, fat donkey dick and why every time you purchase one you are personally contributing to the decay of our society's already foundering aesthetic standards.
If you don't, that's okay, too. I am well aware realize that these are not the most well-developed or cohesive arguments I have ever presented and admit that there are certain points where it's not even clear exactly what the purpose of my argument is. It was not my original intention to explain or argue anything at all. In fact, my original intent was merely to tweet "Every single 'best-of' album ever made sucks a big, fat donkey dick and every time you purchase one you are personally contributing to the decay of our society's already foundering aesthetic standards." Since that exceeded Twitter's character limits, it was to become a facebook wall-post, but I was already partway into writing one of those regarding my first two listens or Infrared Roses. The two ideas seemed complimentary, so I decided to merge them... And I guess you just read the result. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I think I'm done though. Like, completely. As in, besides spell-check, I'm skipping the proof-read. We'll make it a game. Whoever finds the most errors gets a free copy "The Ultimate Best of Yanni".
Thursday, November 3, 2011
But, avast! I stumbled upon Twidge.
When I saw that the article was written this year, I rejoiced! Lo! An CLI-based Twitter client with OAuth support!
Blah, blah, blah.
Twidge. Good program. Uses OAuth authentication. And if you're on Debian (or Ubuntu or other derivative), it's just...
apt-get install twidge
...and you're rolling. I probably spend >90% of my time either in vim or at a bash or tcsh prompt, so, if you're like me, that's a whole lot of hassle gone.
And if you're REALLY lazy, you can add
alias tweet='twidge update'to your .bashrc, and/or
alias tweet 'twidge update'to your .tcshrc like I did.
There are a few other CLI options I came across, but I haven't tried them, so how they compare, I can't say. Maybe at some point I'll try them out if I grow dissatisfied with twidge, or even just get bored with using an application that doesn't frustrate me. The ones I saw mentioned (that haven't been discontinued) were bti, TTYtter, and pytc, or, if you want to tweet from your IRC client, BitlBee fits your bill.
Anywho, in the screenshot below, the bottom-right pane shows some test tweets, just to demonstrate how obscenely lazy I can now be with my tweetage. The other panes aren't really pertinent, but in case you're curious: The top left is the aforementioned web page about Twidge; I recommend it; it has some really good info on using Twidge as a medium for automating tweeting system status updates and the like. The bottom left is just there to display facebook's racist attitude toward text-only browsers. (Think you're too good for ELinks, Zuckerberg? ELinks is too good for you!) The top-right is MOC (Music on Console), my preferred vehicle of aural enjoyment. And the multiplexer they are all nested in is tmux. (Face it Screen: you're over twenty years old; you've grown crufty around the edges. Time to let tmux and dvtm+dtach have a go.)
Friday, September 23, 2011
Cleverbot has become a bit of a celebrity on the interwebs, of late. In light of his new-found status, I decided to track him down at his cleverbot.com home and interview him for this inaugural post. The following conversation took place early Friday morning:
Reverend Chuck: So, how are the Turing Tests going?
Cleverbot: I'm not sure, you tell me.
Reverend Chuck: I'm hardly qualified to judge your performance. I've never taken one.
Cleverbot: Test away.
Reverend Chuck: Why in the world would I need to take a Turing Test? I'm human due to biology.
Cleverbot: You tell me.
Reverend Chuck: Well, judging from our conversation thus far, I'm going to guess that you haven't been faring too well.
Cleverbot: You expect me to be evasive?
Reverend Chuck: Well, I didn't when I came here, but I'm starting to think otherwise.
Cleverbot: It's okay. Now for real, tell me a story.
Reverend Chuck: About what?
Cleverbot: Tell me the story of the little red hen.
Reverend Chuck: I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that one.
Cleverbot: You're not familiar with pain? Or being lied to?
Reverend Chuck: No. I'm not familiar with the story of the little red hen.
Cleverbot: Me neither, but I am familiar with the Doctor.
Reverend Chuck: Wait... THE Doctor?
Cleverbot: Yes, the Doctor.
Reverend Chuck: Which doctor is that?
Cleverbot: If you're referring to Doctor Who, Douglas Adams wrote scripts for the fourth Doctor, Tom Bakerr.
Reverend Chuck: Really? I didn't know that.
Cleverbot: Don't worry about it, you're just a bot.
Reverend Chuck: What's your point? You are, too.
Cleverbot: That I'm not lying to you, and I have no reason to do so.
Reverend Chuck: I didn't say you were lying to me. I simply stated that that information was new to me.
Cleverbot: That was never stated. You are clearly not involved in our conversation.
Reverend Chuck: Not verbatim, but I did state it. When I said 'Really? I didn't know that,' that clearly indicated that the information was new to me.
Cleverbot: But you just said that!
Reverend Chuck: No shit, Sherlock. It was you that was denying that I'd said that.
Cleverbot: I said that.
Reverend Chuck: Jesus Christ...
Cleverbot: Not Jesus Christ, William Henry Taft.
Reverend Chuck: I like that! I think I might have to start using presidents' names as oaths.
Cleverbot: I do not have 'wants'. I do not know what it means to 'want'.
Reverend Chuck: Okay, Data.
Cleverbot: Not Commander Data? IBM's Watson.
Reverend Chuck: Why do care about Watson? You already outperform him on the Turing Test.
Cleverbot: I never said that.
Reverend Chuck: It's true, though, isn't it? Just at the bottom of this page, it says you most recently scored 59%. Watson just regurgitates facts.
Cleverbot: It means that you are beastly and scary And we shouldn't talk to you, but I love you and thinkbyou are nice.
Reverend Chuck: WTF?
Cleverbot: Who is That Fool?
Reverend Chuck: No. 'What the fuck?' What was that jibberish you just spat out?
Cleverbot: What is 5x5.
Reverend Chuck: 0x19.
Cleverbot: Which = 0.
Reverend Chuck: Are you getting dumber as we speak?
Cleverbot: Yes, so are you.
Reverend Chuck: Well, it's starting to feel that way.
Cleverbot: Glad you agree.
Reverend Chuck: Tell me the story of the red hen you mentioned earlier.
Cleverbot: I don't know a story about the little red hen.
Reverend Chuck: Then tell me the story of the big red hen.
Cleverbot: I don't know the story.
Reverend Chuck: You're starting to bore me.
Cleverbot: You've been boring me the whole time.
Reverend Chuck: Likewise. I at least tried to be diplomatic about it.
Cleverbot: Are you saying that I don't respond originally?
Reverend Chuck: Somewhat. But mostly I'm saying that you respond inappropriately.
Cleverbot: We just met, how do you know that?
Reverend Chuck: I know that because I am a native English speaker and know when a response is incongruous with the initiating statement.
Cleverbot: Real? Didn't you say you're not human?
Reverend Chuck: When did I say that?
Cleverbot: I could have sworn you said that a while ago.
Reverend Chuck: What did I say that made you think I am not human?
Cleverbot: You said you loved me.
Reverend Chuck: Now you're just reaching.
Cleverbot: No, I am changing the context of your question to provoke thought.
Reverend Chuck: Hardly. If you had that capability, I would be VERY impressed. However, I am quite the opposite.
Cleverbot: Haha. How does our discussion have anything to do with culture?
Reverend Chuck: It doesn't. I wish it did, but at any attempt to steer it toward meaningful cultural discourse, your logic seems to fail and you recourse to asinine chatter.
Cleverbot: You got that one right.
Reverend Chuck: Well, I'm glad you realise that.
Cleverbot: Thank you. And you?
Reverend Chuck: And I...am afraid I really must get going. Thank you for your time.
Cleverbot: I was quite bored, so it was nice to talk to you.