Foot Measurer

Walked into Miles’ play area this morning and found a big aquamarine rectangle scribbled in marking pen on the bamboo rug. And an aquamarine ghost drawn on his play table. Uh-oh. But where is Miles? Door to his room closed, a sign. Open it and find him sitting on his bed, evidence grasped firmly in hand. A big fat aquamarine polka dot scribbled on his bedspread. Aquamarine smudges all over his hands, neck, pants and shirt. “Miles, we need to talk about something.” He comes out to the play area and tells us “This isn’t really naughty Daddy, because see, it’s an invention for measuring your feet, like at the shoe store, see?” And he plops his foot down over the rectangle to show me that it fits, so proud. No need recounting the rest of our conversation here.

Spent the morning with Oxy-Clean and Murphy’s Oil Soap, scrubbing. Fortunately kids’ markers do come off with good detergent and a lot of elbow grease.

Music: Edith Piaf :: Non, je ne regrette rien

Keyboard in the Dishwasher

The converted boiler room I call my office is extremely dust-prone. A stream of delivery and construction trucks parades by just outside, leaving a thin film of black soot on everything. After a recent office cleaning jag, realized that my white Apple USB keyboard had become positively embarrassing — the keys stained a mottled gray and black, every crevice stuffed with grime.

Had read before that it’s possible to put a keyboard right into the dishwasher, and decided to give it a shot. Worst case would be that I’d have to get a new one if it didn’t work. When I left Friday eve, strapped the keyboard to my bike rack and headed home. Saturday morning gave the keys a quick pre-scrub with a plastic pot scrubber, then placed the keyboard upside down on the top rack, facing down.

Thought it might not make sense to use the heat-dry function, so removed it afterwards to air-dry. Blessed with warm, dry Santa Ana winds all weekend, but after 24 hours my heart sank when I tested the keyboard for the first time. At first all seemed well, but quickly realized that some keys were stuck on infinite repeat. But after a second full day of outdoor drying, I’m pleased to report that keyboard is in perfect working order (typing on it now). And it literally looks like it just came out of the box. Shiny perfect sparkling white.

Have seen other reports that keyboards will dry faster if you remove all the keys. Doing so may have saved a day of dry time, but if you can live without the keyboard for two days, I’d say don’t trouble yourself.

Music: William Shatner :: Has Been

The Brainman

Excellent documentary on the Science Channel last night about British autistic savant Daniel Tammet, who recently recited the value of Pi to 22,514 decimal places in five hours without a single mistake. After an epileptic seizure as a child, Tammet started seeing mathematics both visually and sensorily, as synesthetic forms and textures with distinctive colors, forms, and sounds.

He can raise large numbers to the power of seven in a few seconds, without calculating a thing. For him, a landscape simply unfolds in his mind. Every number from 1 to 10,000 has a distinctive shape and color, a mood, which he experiences visually. When doing math, he performs no calculations. “The image starts to change and evolve, and a third shape emerges. That’s the answer.” And yet it’s hard to get your hands on a calculator that has enough precision to even check his work.

Unlike most autistic savants, Tammet is fairly normal in most respects, and is able to describe what he sees, how he does what he does, to the rest of us – a fact which makes him fascinating to researchers exploring the outer reaches of the mind.

His savant abilities also extend to languages – he currently speaks seven of them fluently, and can become fluent in new languages in a week. He undertook Icelandic for the documentary – one of the hardest languages to learn – and was interviewed live on Icelandic TV at the end of the week. The day before the TV appearance, his teacher thought it was going to be a disaster. Then, suddenly, he said he had grasped the “form” of the language. He then sucked up the entire Icelandic lexicon “like a vacuum” and performed flawlessly for the interview.

Stories about savants always bring me back to the same thought: If any human brain is capable of these kinds of feats, it points to the existence of mathematical and musical and linguistic structures flowing just beneath the surface of our lives that are just out of reach for the rest of us. If extreme math can be performed by any person without calculation, if savants are able to visualize and breathe musical structures in the way that they do, it’s like proof of the existence of mathematical and musical lattice-works that run through all of existence. They’re there, just waiting to be grasped by our puny minds. Knowing that those structures are there but out of reach for most of us is almost maddening. Though ironically, we’d all probably go mad if we could.

Nice profile on Tammet at The Guardian.

Music: Count Basie and His Orchestra :: It’s Sand, Man

MailScanner

Mailscanner Recently installed an update/add-on to cPanel for Birdhouse Hosting – a package called MailScanner which integrates the usual complement of open source spam and virus controls (SpamAssassin, ClamAV, Razor, DCC) into a combined package, provides more spam config controls for individual hosting accounts, and provides the admin with a bunch of reporting tools. I can now see at a glance (graphically) how many messages are passing through the server each day, what percentage of them have been flagged as spam or virii, or drill down and get similar reports for individual domains or users. At left: A snapshot of mail and spam traffic on Birdhouse over the past week:

Highlights:
10,000 total messages processed on 10/16
77.8% of mail was flagged as spam today
(read that last one another way: less than 23% of the mail we’re spending money to process and handle is legitimate)

If you’re wistful for the good old days when you could use a “catch-all” address to receive mail bound for anything@yourdomain.com, note: 5,016 out of 6,449 messages received today were addressed to unknown email accounts on domains we handle. Which is why most hosts (including Birdhouse) strongly recommend against using catch-all addresses any more. Spammers 0wnz0r the ozone.

Music: Tom Glazer & Dottie Evans :: Constellation Jig

Content Ratio

Pretty amazing visual study at Daily Kos on hard news content in American media. A reader took a screenshot of CNN’s homepage, then removed all advertising and promotional content. From what remained, he then removed all the “fluffy” news. Links to hard news stories that remained make up a sliver of the total screen real estate. Then he tries the same with the homepage of China’s chinaview.cn — hmmm… nothing to strip out — it’s all hard news (but is it trustworthy news?)

There’s something to be said for state-run media. Take the money out of the news equation and the content ratio rises (c.f. PBS vs. commercial media). On the other hand, check out how Iranian government censors take a pen to cartoon and advertising images in imported magazines in that country.

You want the frying pan, or you want the fire?

Music: Susannah McCorkle :: Quality Time

Tweels

Tweels No more flats, air valves, repair kits, or spare tires taking up space and weight in the trunk. Michelin is working on Tweels — airless, rubbber-spoke tire/wheel combos, all intentionally deformable. Seen to the left at speed; more pix here. Law enforcement’s going to love the fact that old school back-up-spikes have no effect on them.

Music: Hatfield and the North :: Shaving Is Boring

Mac Marketshare Increasing

According to the Gartner group, “Sales of Apple’s Macintosh computers over the past twelve month’s have grown faster than any other major PC manufacturer, boosting the company’s share of the U.S. PC market to 6.1 percent.” Meanwhile the iPod bubble seems finally to have burst. I’m sure there are many factors that account for the rising marketshare, but wonder whether the iPod actually has functioned as a gateway drug (as planned), its user experience seducing new computer buyers to try a Mac?

Music: Pere Ubu :: Crush This Horn

Death of Organic

Used to be that “organic” meant not only chemical-free, but also produced on small, sustainable, local farms. We paid a premium for these attributes because they mattered. But something funny happened on the way to Kellogg’s beginning production of Organic Rice Krispies (I’m not making this up) and Wal-Mart’s embrace of organic products.

Shouldn’t we be on our feet cheering to know that mainstream America will be eating healthier food, and ecstatic for all the cleaner air and dirt and water that will result? Well, yeah, except that it doesn’t work that way. Trouble is the USDA’s organic guidelines have been rendered nearly impotent under pressure from producers. And because there aren’t nearly enough small/local organic producers to supply clients the size of Wal-Mart. So ingredients are produced on factory farms, almost like before, and trucked long-distance to factories for production, burning just as much fossil fuel as ever.

Mark Morford, for the SF Chronicle:

“Organic,” according to the lobbyist-friendly USDA, does not have to mean the food is grown using sustainable (read: nondestructive) farming practices. It does not mean locally produced. It does not mean the ethical treatment of animals. Nor does it mean the companies that produce it need be the slightest bit fair or trustworthy or socially responsible. All it means now: no pesticides, no chemical fertilizers, no bioengineering. And those compromises mean “organic” is a shell of its former self. Which brings us back to Kellogg’s Organic Rice Krispies. Industrial to the hilt, not the slightest bit locally grown, not the slightest bit sustainable, from the same company that poisons your kid with Pop-Tarts and Froot Loops and Scooby-Doo Berry Bones … Kellogg’s Organic Rice Krispies. It’s sort of like saying “Lockheed Martin Granola Bars” or “Exxon Bottled Spring Water.” Self-immolating, and not in a good way.

J-School professor Michael Pollan, author of The Omnivore’s Dilemma (a fantastic read) has been engaged in a public exchange of words with Whole Foods CEO John Mackey on that store’s failure to live up to the healthy/organic image it sells. Read his two latest letters here and here.

Music: The Decemberists :: My Mother Was A Chinese Trapeze Artsit

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Dirty Hippies

Amazing 1960s halloween costumes. I love costumes that spell out in big letters exactly what the wearer is “supposed to be,” just in case the plastic mask and flame-retardant body suit somehow didn’t get the message across.

Hippies

I’m thinking of Pia Zadora as the beatnik girl in John Waters’ Hairspray: “I play my bongos, I listen to Odetta, I iron my hair.”

via No Smoking in the Skull Cave

Music: Thievery Corporation :: Hong Kong Triad

Sea Lice

We sometimes regard fish farms as a way to raise seafood in a controlled environment, not subject to oceanic pollution and other factors that ravage aquatic populations. But in reality, there’s often a horrible backfire to cultivating artificial populations. According to Environment News Service, as many as 95% of wild salmon migrating past commercial salmon fisheries are devastated by parasites raised within the facilities.

The debate over whether to buy farm-raised or wild salmon has long been a hot one, with many eco-conscious lox lovers opting for the wild-caught variety. But that may not be an option much longer, thanks to some tiny tagalongs. The Environment News Service reports that deadly sea lice have been feasting upon the flesh of juvenile wild salmon on their way out to sea. It sounds like a Halloween horror story, and indeed there is a daunting villain: the massive commercial fish farm industry. According to a recent study published in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, “[p]arasites from fish farms kill as much as 95 percent of young wild salmon that migrate past the facilities.”

It’s ironic. Build a fishery to create sustainable artificial populations, and in the process end up devastating the remaining natural population.

Music: Bongwater :: Homer