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A poem 30 April 2004 at 10:59 [link]

I'm going to do something that I don't think I've done since I started Thingo. I'm going to jump on a bandwagon. Submit to a meme. I'm going to do one of those "hey everyone, put this on your blog" things that's going around.

No, it's not that "fifth sentence of page 23" thing that everyone's doing. I admit that when I read that idea I did check the nearest book out of curiosity. But I had no intention of copying the sentence out here (in fact, that page didn't have a fifth sentence, so the point was moot).

No, what I just discovered (via metafilter) is that today is "Poem in Your Pocket Day". It's an initiative in New York as part of the culmination of Americal National Poetry Month. You're supposed to walk around with a poem and share it with people. Some wag suggested that it should also be "Poem on Your Blog Day".

So here's one that I remembered reading years ago. I managed to dig it up a couple of months ago. I don't know why it leapt to mind. Oh, maybe it's because Bush keeps spraying the world with great big steaming piles of rhetorical bullshit. Right, that was the reason. Here we go:

"next to of course god america i
love you land of the pilgrims' and so forth oh
say can you see by the dawn's early my
country 'tis of centuries come and go
and are no more what of it we should worry
in every language even deafanddumb
thy sons acclaim your glorious name by gorry
by jingo by gee by gosh by gum
why talk of beauty what could be more beaut-
iful than these heroic happy dead
who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter
they did not stop to think they died instead
then shall the voice of liberty be mute?"

He spoke. And drank rapidly a glass of water

      -- e.e. cummings

Amazing, no? It was written in 1926. It's like cummings is channelling Bush. Even better, here's an analysis of the poem by Brian Docherty, written in 1995:

"next to of course god america i" is a satire on both the cliché-spouting patriot and the gullibility of his audience. cummings includes most of the clichés politicians mouth at election time, and his point is that while anyone who dared to criticise any of these concepts would be labelled un-American and a commie subversive, it is politicians like this who have muted the voice of liberty.

Eerily acurate.

 
The Olyhay Ailgray 26 April 2004 at 22:45 [link]

Several people had recommended The DaVinci Code to me. So when Ecogrrl lent it to Nath, I took advantage of the opportunity to read it. On the surface, it sounds great -- a suspenseful adventure built around Leonardo, cryptography, the Grail, and some of the more obscure and enigmatic elements of Christianity. Sort of Focault's-Pendulum-meets-Cryptonomicon. Unfortunately, the book was awful. I thought I'd take this opportunity to be a curmudgeon and explain my objections to this book in an utterly plot-spoiling way. If you're planning to read The DaVinci Code, look away.

First of all, the plot was a trite collection of suspense clichés. You know -- one step ahead of the bad guys, you're in grave danger, do exactly as I say if you want to live, that sort of thing. When interesting things happened they were horribly contrived. Example: the author tries as casually as possible to mention one character's peanut allergy so that a chunk of pages later he can kill him off via suprise nut poisoning. But the early mention comes out of nowhere and raises all sorts of plot device warning flags. The resulting poisoning elicited more of a groan than a gasp.

But my bigger beef is with the book's use of codes. This book is supposed to be about some of the world's most closely guarded secrets, kept safe for over a thousand years. It's amazing they were kept safe for more than a week given the skill with which the secret keepers encoded their messages. I don't remember how long it takes our heros, one of whom is a professional cryptologist, to figure out that "O, Draconian devil! Oh, lame saint!" is an anagram. First of all, you'd think that a professional would try that straight away, just to make sure. But come on -- as soon as you see that "O" and "Oh" appear in a single inscription you should suspect an anagram.

Consider next the account number for the safe deposit box: 1123581321. The Fibonacci numbers jump right out at me (though I acknowledge that not everyone will be as familiar with them as I am). But no. To quote: "When the Fibonacci sequence was melded into a single ten-digit number, it became virtually unrecognizable. Easy to remember, and yet seemingly random." Ack. Worst of all, the phrase "seemingly random" evokes the spectre of Wolfram's A New Kind of Science, and we know that any reference to that work immediately calls into the question the credibility of a publication (consider, for example, my PhD thesis).

But the most absurd "code" is the message written in backwards handwriting. Most people who read the book immediately think, "oh look, a message written backwards." But the Leonardo experts scratch their heads and exclaim, "This language looks like nothing I've ever seen!"

The lesson is simple. The author is naïve about codes, and therefore should have avoided talking in specifics. It's quite possible to talk about codes without describing the codes themselves -- Neal Stephenson's Quicksilver does an excellent job of that in several places. There's nothing wrong with writing around science or technology without ever saying how things work; Star Trek thrives on it. The movie Sneakers does it too, though you have to forgive a bit of implausible computational magic. The magic in that case is a concession to the film medium, an allegorical shorthand for a tedious explanation of the sort of hacking that would really have taken place. The author should have read more science fiction before attempting the cryptographic portions of the book.

And it's all a great big shame, too, because I like the premise of the book. I enjoy material about Christian sects (I recommend the third and fourth books in Simmons's Hyperion novels). However, if you're interested in Opus Dei, the Knights Templar, the Priory of Sion, and so on, I think that you'd be better off reading the author's source material than the book he produced from it.

 
The toughest job of the year 22 April 2004 at 14:28 [link]

The end of April is the end of the university's fiscal year. It's also the deadline for professors to submit claims for their professional allowances.

Now if you're not in academia, this might be an unfamiliar concept to you. Every year, I have a chunk of money allocated to me. I can apply that money towards miscellaneous purchases I made throughout the previous fiscal year. The money isn't mine -- if I don't spend it, it vanishes. Therefore, if I haven't been spending the previous year accumulating receipts in anticipation of this moment, it behooves me to find things I need, or at least things I "need". Thus the end of April turns into a bit of a, er, shopping spree.

Treading the line between virtue and greed isn't as easy as one might think. I'm not going to go out and buy an iPod or a Playstation for my office. What, then, might actually be useful to me? After some effort, I'm happy to say that I scraped together a set of things that maxes out my professional allowance. (Note that you're allowed to exceed your limit, but you're only reimbursed for the excess a year later. So this process turns into a bit of The Price is Right.)

For the record, here's a breakdown of how I spent my money:

  • ISP charges for the year. Yes, my allowance can cover my home internet charges.
  • IKEA furniture for my office. After returning from Toronto last weekend, I made a quick dash back out to IKEA. I bought the matching footstool for the Poang chair in my office, and some storage units.
  • Membership in a professional society. The allowance is the perfect place to claim this expense, especially since I don't believe grants usually let you pay for your membership from their funds.
  • Page charges for a conference. If you're not in academia, this expense might also be unfamiliar. When you publish an article in a conference or journal, they will sometimes charge you for part of the publication costs. Sometimes it's free. Sometimes payment is voluntary (!). Often it's a complete rip-off because the journal publisher is already gouging all its subscribers, and the researchers pay for the privelege of keeping the publisher in business. In the case of this conference, the charges are for "extras" -- you have to pay for extra pages if your paper is longer than a set limit, and you have to pay for colour pages. Plus they really need the money just to stay on budget for publication (since I'm publishing a proceedings myself, I can appreciate their approach). But the question of whether journals should continue to profit from academia is another matter altogether.
  • A flatbed scanner. They're handy to have around and not so expensive.
  • A pile of CD-Rs. A small purchase that brings me within ten dollars of the value of my allowance. I'm tempted to go out and buy a pen or something, just to close it up.

Well, that takes care of some important money-spending duties for the next little while. Next I was thinking of trying a spot of research...

 
Sharon 21 April 2004 at 22:51 [link]

My aunt Sharon passed away last week. Quite suddenly, too -- although we don't know for sure, we believe that she had what is called a "silent heart attack".

I never before really appreciated the sense of "suddenly" in the context of someone's death. The people I know who died generally succumbed to an illness, giving those around them plenty of warning, time to reflect and let go. This "suddenly" is an entirely different affair, and I think harder to cope with. I imagine that's all pretty obvious to most people, but it's something with which I don't have much firsthand experience.

And so a good portion of last week was spent with family in Toronto. My father, cousin and grandmother sat shiva (a seven-day Jewish mourning period) there until Sunday, at which point they split up, my father and grandmother establishing an auxiliary shiva outpost back in Montreal. We saw them and many other friends and family every day from Thursday (the day of the funeral) until Sunday, travelling back and forth from Toronto three times.

It was a difficult and interesting four days for many reasons, besides of course the grief over the loss of a family member. There were tragic moments, but also happy ones, strange ones, and funny ones. There was plenty of reminiscing and catching up with relatives. There was the fact that I had been knocked flat by a virus on Wednesday -- that added a touch of surrealism to the week. There was even a freak hailstorm Sunday morning, just as my grandmother was walking to the house (I'm sure my aunt would have found a supernatural interpretation for that).

I have some observations to make here about some of the things I experienced during those four days. I'll try to include them here as I find the time and motivation to write them down. They're probably more of the humourous variety than the grim, though I learned some interesting things about Judaism too.

Rest in peace, Sharon.