Sunday, 24 December 2023

From Ye Old Blogge: Wednesday, January 28, 2004

Amen roly me

Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

Wednesday, January 28, 2004

This is saddening

In case you aren't up with my movements, I've recently gone halves in a mortgage. 

(EDIT in 2024: As it turned out, no I hadn't, I had in fact been had. C'est la vie.

Prior to this I'd had two good stints of four or more years renting, then things got hectic and person B and their kids and I moved five times in four years, with the fifth time being to this place. Along the way we'd moved from the inner Perth areas (which I quite liked) to this area and back, and I'd said I didn't like that area yet there we were...

At the time we moved here first time, ADSL was a glimmer on the horizon, then we moved back to civilisation and got broadband, and when we moved back here it took our local telco Telstra about seven tries before they were ready to tell us they'd been lying to us for months and no, despite the website saying our area had ADSL, it too was a lie.

I had (and still don't have, going by Telstra's record of lying and delaying) no intention of getting DSL with them anyway, but it would have been nice if they hadn't been telling my DSL provider one set of lies and me another set...

The other day I checked it out, Person B works less than a kilometre from here and their workplace has ADSL. Four blocks away, you can get DSL. I checked Telstra's website for upgrades and even a place in the whoopwhoops called Yackandandah is getting DSL fer chrissakes, and we still can't get it here after more than a year of asking and trying... 

As far as I'm concerned Telstra can take a flying wossname at the full moon, if Australia had just ONE telco that wasn't using Telscum's cables under the ground I'd already have all my accounts with them, every phone I and Person B and their kids own...

I mean, I thought Yackandandah was a town out of a Banjo Paterson poem or a Jolliffe cartoon, yet apparently it's a town which is more technologically advanced than a suburb of a capital city... Tis a bit of a shame really.


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Wednesday, 20 December 2023

What Makes Us Want To Gamble?

Our national radio & TV broadcasting body sometimes surprises me with their sheer inane, witless, tweeness. "A surprising number of children have partaken some form of gambling before age ten" is the best paraphrase I can come up with from memory. The "reporter" then came up with the clickbait: "What do you think? Should this.(blah blah blah...) and do you think that (blah more blah blah) or (blah blah)?"

Think - and consider: It's a built-in survival trait. Now get over it. The problem isn't the daily gamble we all undertake just by waking up, it's bastards who take advantage of the fact that we've evolved this trait specifically to survive in a pretty random world. 

This has come on the heels of a years-long advertising campaign where every betting agency ad comes with an anti-gambling message tacked to the end of it. ("What are you really gambling with?" etc.) People ARE gambling away the food and rent money, and it IS a problem. Kids are losing money on "mystery power-ups" on their phone games, and stealing to buy more. And that too is a problem. 

But the real problem isn't with the human propensity to take risks - it's the human propensity to take advantage of - and money off - our fellow human.

Look at the gambling agencies' adverts on TV - those things cost money. No-one pays for tens of thousands of dollars' worth of TV advertising unless they're making hundreds of thousands of dollars as a result of the ads.

Most gamblers are hooked on the dopamine hits when they win a small prize back. Once they are, though, the realisation creeps in that the hits are too small, too far apart. Just like any other form of addiction, it's not a thing external to the body but the internal endorphins that are in play. That survival trait stuff. 

Critters (and despite our mobile phones we're still critters on the inside) that didn't avoid dying didn't pass on their genes. There were two ways of dying prematurely, before begetting a breed of survivor critters just like yourself, and they are dying from not getting enough resources - like food - or not avoiding things that are bad for your lifespan - like predators or falls from cliffs.

The way to ensure your critterline would continue was to have some mechanisms to steer you towards hogging more resources and avoiding bigger predators. But if you were letting your fear of getting eaten deter you from the mission of stealing the food that the predator would eat if you didn't, and then your starved scrawny skellington, then your mission ended in a failure.

So we got reward endorphins for finding / obtaining the best food, and ardenaline rush to encourage you to avoid the predator and live another day. Plus, the endorphins you got when coming down off an adrenaline rush were to die for - not literally of course.

And in these times when money is as good as food and shelter as the reward, it's no wonder that a winning bet is that big rush, and (on the other side of the croupier's rake) also a big rush to grab some of that money right off another person. Whew! Wow! Weeeee! Did you see how much I just won?

While it seems unfair to you and me that some would take advantage of that inbuilt reflex in others to exploit them, to some others it's just the way - someone has money, you take more of that money from them than they're taking from you. The house always has to win. 

Have I ever gambled? Hell yes. Have I ever lost more than I can afford? No way. Have I ever relied on gambling to survive? Never. Because there's always someone that's "luckier" than you. I have however played Lotto on occasion. I know I'm perpetuating a systematic scam, but there're endorphins in play for FSM's sake. I also enter some of those "give us your email and we'll put you in the draw to . . . " things. They get an email, and the ones I enter are usually provanbly legit, they get more value out of customer data than they're giving away - generally tens of thousands times more value. 

So I don't see taking the occasional risk as the problem - I do see the exploitation of the mechanism that makes us risk-takers as lowlife.


Sunday, 17 December 2023

From Ye Old Blogge: two posts January 2004

Meeny Molar 

Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

Friday, January 16, 2004

Saying hi to the good dr conrad

Just saying hi to a good friend who's developing software here in Western Australia, and whose website is at metaplay here - take a look at Glyph in action...

Sunday, January 18, 2004

Remember Pride In Incompetence? Part Two.

Remember me posting about that subject a few months back? Well here's another company that revels in its own incompetence, a property manager for commercial properties who happen to be our landlords at work. (Neither is mentioned by name to prevent anyone working it out.)

We've been in the building for almost two years. Moved there in order to be closer to the Central Business District, and because the old premises had been allowed to run down to the point of looking downright seedy and filthy. (Why that's bad for business is in the Sandlot Shops article a few months back...)

About a week after the first half of the office shifted, I began to wonder why every cubicle had desk fans... Six months later when we shifted in fully, I knew... The place was hot! All glass, especially on a North facing wall in the Southern hemisphere, is a BAD idea...

We bought fans for our people, because the previous tenants took theirs with them.

I joined the Fire Wardens organisation in the building, and immediately began to see other problems. Like, the public address system was just plain outclassed in the building, most of the tenancies on most floors couldn't hear the announcements and in many cases, not even the alarm tones.

And in our first year there, the security system wasn't programmed for the New Years Day nor the Australia Day public holidays and so we were burgled of four laptops that first New Years, because that was a weekday and all the doors and lifts were wide open for business...

It takes a special kind of incompetence to fail to program a public holiday, and an almost fanatical devotion to idiocy to forget not only two public holidays in a year, AND THEN REPEAT THE SAME MISTAKE THE NEXT YEAR. I'm not kidding. And I'll almost bet that the Australia Day will be similarly forgotten this year.

Of course, we had police forensics in to check the floor, and they firstly and immediately pointed out that our 'deadlocked security doors' which we were told we had, couldn't actually reach the deadlock position and could therefore have been opened with a credit card provided one could get accesss to the floor....

Suffice it to say, we aren't and weren't impressed, we have spent thousands putting an alarm and door access control system on the whole floor of a theoretically secure building, and guess what, our system is the same model as the building's, and ours has never skipped a beat.

The fire wardens recently held a full evac drill, and the fire department rep who was on site with us presented the landlords with a list of fire system failures. Five weeks later we discovered that there were suddenly even more faults, most created by the landlord in the last few weeks. One involved cluttering the already tiny fire control room with blankets from teh freight lift.

I put those blankets outside the control room on tuesday and faxed the landlord to say that I'd taken this step because it had been reported for five weeks and that was too long a time to have such a hazard unattended, and would they please collect their stuff and put it in a store room not the control room.

Next day I got a call from the building super to tell me he'd be there that afternoon to put the blankets back as there was 'no toher place that was easy to get to' to put them in. I told him that if they did there'd be a charge laid under fire regulations. On Friday the super showed up with his manager in tow, and guess what? In the intervening time, the blankets had been pinched. Bad luck...

I imagine the super thought that with his manager there we'd cave in, but instead I sent them out with a few choice words (mainly about Australian Standards and fire safety equipment I seem to recall) and they left pretty much fuming and ready to explode but knowing they couldn't.

The building held its first tenants meeting that afternoon, and lo and behold even before we'd sent a letter to the landlords, things got done about some of the PA gear and other things we'd been asking about...

Not done properly of course nor has it been finished, but that's for the next tenants meeting to act on...

We'll see.


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Sunday, 10 December 2023

From Ye Old Blogge: 3 Wednesday, January 14, 2004

Moral Meeny

Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

Wednesday, January 14, 2004

Diagnosis, Doctor?

Okay, I admit I'm a computer geek not a biology or medical geek. But I worry sometimes, I really do. Where *did* that specialist get their qualifications? How come they call their office a 'practice', and why can't I get a refund if they get it wrong? Yeap these are jokes, and old jokes at that, but I've found that every joke has at it's core some grating element of fact and truth that someone just had to vent.

Here's an intersting thing. For most of my young life I lived in the Northwest of Western Australia, where flouride and chlorine were not routinely added to the water supply, and I thrived and felt good. Then I moved to the lovely capital of WA, Perth, and suddenly my skin developed red blotches, dry patches, it itched and burnt and hurt like hell and so I went to see my GP about it before I flayed myself alive with scratching.

GP was very good about it. 'Mumble snabbledegook allergic mumble snedgerish soap' he burbled at me, then flourished his pen and wrote me a prescription for coaltar products, liquid soap, and soothing moisturising lotion. I spent hard-earned cash on the products, took the whole shebang home and used it for months and months and months. In the process I acquired several shebang-loads of the stuff and used it religiously, waiting for the skin to clear up.

Six months and a few hundred dollars later, I threw the last crappy odoriferous crap in the bin and went back to normal soap and shampoo. My skin cleared up. I breathed a sigh of relief, and felt great for a year or two when...

Went back to the NW again. Came back to Perth a year later, skin began the same fandango again, and this time I was on the other side of Perth and seeing a different GP. He referred me to what I will, laughingly, refer to as a dermatologist and skin specialist. In fact this doctor is one of Perth's leading dermos, and he took just one look to confirm his suspicions. 'Mumble snabbledegook soap mumble snedgerish psoriasis' was his comment, and I officially had psoriasis, one of the most depressing disease in history. Only leprosy could have been worse.

He told me that the shebangs of stuff I'd used were of little use, made a little flourish over the precription pad as he prescribed steroid creams, sun, sand, and sea, and sent me on my way. Since I also lived right across on the opposite side of the city from the beaches, I had to modify that a little bit and set up a solarium area in the back yard where I could sunbathe without nosy neighbours snooping on me, and the shebang of creams I was on cost as much over the next six months as those special soaps and shampoos and creams had. And that was that. After almost a year, it settled down by itself.

Score so far - doctors nil, Nature two.

A few years later the whole thing recurred. The GP where I lived prescribed one tube of cream after another, some of them (as I discovered later) even dangerous if misused. Score: Doctors nil, Nature about fifteen.

Finally after a really bad bout, the GP sent me, as luck would have it, to the same dermatologist. 'Mumble snabbledegook old mumble snedgerish dry skin' he said.

'But hang on doctor, isn't psoriasis, sort of, for life? How come now I don't have psoriasis, and have old dry skin instead? Which diagnosis is right?'

'Mumble snabbledegook old mumble snedgerish dry skin' he said.

He did the by now familiar flourish over the prescription pad, and out came a whole shebang of the same coaltar and skin lotion products he'd told me were crap four years ago. Wow pharmacology must have made some advances in the last five years. Pity doctors hadn't... I threw his prescription in the bin at his reception on the way out, to a startled yelp from the receptionist, and won't go there again. Besides, it's settled down by itself again...

But where did he get a degree? A clue as to this man's mind could be seen on the bookshelf placed on the patient's side of his desk, containing (I am NOT kidding here!) the Dermatology Journals in hardcover, from about 1950something up to 1970something. Can you spell ostentatious wanker, children?

Are all specialists that useless? Obviously not, or they'd be out of business - no patients left alive you see - so there must be something to this specialising lurk. Just that I'm blowed if I've seen any benefits... My gastro specialist: 'No the acid you're experiencing can't be happening because you're taking medication X, and therefore you CAN'T have acid.' This after I've just told him that I know what hydrochloric acid tastes like from chemistry days, and telling him that this was acid.

WTF is he on? When one of my customers tells me that his PC won't boot, I don't tell him 'you have software X, therefore you computer can't actually fail to boot' - if I did, I'd be looking for work in about an hour after that. Come to think of it if I'd tried to fix a non-booting machine by replacing the mouse, and then unrepentantly saying 'Mumble snabbledegook bios mumble snedgerish motherboard' I wouldn't have a job either...

And what else did the good gastro doc say? 'Mumble snabbledegook hiatus mumble snedgerish look inside' he said, then came that flourish, and he booked me in for a dual (endoscopy and colonoscopy) at $800 for 30 minutes of one of his mates' time.

I threw it in the bin at his reception...

My GP laughed about him when I brought the story to him,,



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Sunday, 3 December 2023

From Ye Old Blogge: 1 Wednesday, January 14, 2004

Lory Memane

Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

Another important post - this motors in wheel hubs concept started me thinking about how to convert smaller cars to hybrids. 

Wednesday, January 14, 2004

Electric Haulpak Wheels and Dutch Ingenuity

Hey the Dutch are developing a radical new concept - a wheel with an electric motor built in, so that it needs nothing else but a place to screw it into the chassis and a voltage. Now I'm all for innovation but this is hardly radical, mining companies will bear me out on this. What's surprising is the length of time it tookl before the technology made it into the mainstream.

Yep, that's right. For at least 17 years that I know of, mining companies have been using effing huge dump trucks with a centrally placed diesel generator and hub motors in the wheels. It saves having to leave space for a drive train and drive shaft and differential and leaves more for the money-spinner, which is the ore. Seventeen years or more, there have been trucks capable of carrying 200 tons driving around on hybrid diesel-electric power using an in-wheel electric motor on each rear wheel...

Have we been ripped off or what? Of course, cos that's how the money goes around longer. Also, those trucks were designed for brute hauling ability not for fuel economy - they really would suck over distances when compared to a few road trains hauling 200 tons between them.

But - the technology on a smaller scale is far better. There are things you can do besides adding thicker cables and bigger generators. And THAT'S where, if they play their cards right, those Nederlanders could score bigtime.

Instead of running the motors on a lower voltage, 240 - 440 volts sounds about right. Thinner cables can be used to the motors at higher voltages, saving a lot on construction costs. Charging that much battery would be much easier if you used a polyphase generator with each phase across a small subset of the batteries. That way you can also use solar panels without having to go to crazy lengths...

While you're at it guys, make the centre have three separate and independent sets of windings so that one failure won't cripple a wheel, and add decent position feedback and three computer drive controllers. Oh yeah - because we are using higher voltage and less current, our switching MOSFETs can be more efficient too.

It's important to have a computer which can tell at any instant just how many degrees the wheel has gone through, and which can put the wheel into different modes depending on what's happening - once you're cruising, why fire all three windings at once, why not just fire them in turn once every three revolutions just to keep the speed up? Or when moving slowly, use all three windings for smoothness and torque? and so forth?

'And of course if you're going to go electric and ecological you don't want air conditioning, do you?' Lemme tell you something sport, when it's 40 degrees celsius outside I damn well want an aircon alright! So the question is how would we achieve airconditioning given that we're on an energy budget?

Well there's an old idea that's been around for decades too - solar roof. In that, you mount a somewhat insualting roof about 2cm above the car roof and it keeps the roof of the car from reaching temperatures of 80 to 110 degrees C. Nope, I'm not kidding, you could cook an egg on the average car roof here in WA if you leave it parked outside in the sun...

Only - why stop at a solar roof? Why not make it a 'solar solar roof'?? Add solar panels on top, and instantly you're putting that sunlight to some use, and keeping the car cooler into the bargain. Now add decent heat reflective window tinting, because that's the other thing that heats your car up. While you're at it, how about a shade for the windscreen and rear window too?

Now that the car is some 7 - 12 degrees C cooler inside thanks to all that, put the solar roof to work driving peltier diodes in the roof. Cool air sinks down into the car and you can probably take off another 7 or so degrees C for the active cooling. That's 14 degrees less than the 50 or more degrees that car interiors reach, so now a much smaller amount of airconditioning power can achieve reasonable cooling. And you can realise a lot of energy saving if you have smart control over whether you need to cool the car or not. (If you're leaving it all day then you don't need to keep the inside cool after all.)

When you're moving, the gap between the solar roof and car roof can also funnel air over a small set of turbines or some other wind harvester and convert some of that over-the-roof drag into more cooling of the peltiers. (Or heaters in winter I suppose.)

Now here's a thought. I can run a generator off a biodiesel engine - all I need for this is old oil and a few chemicals, basically. Or I could run the engine of real gas like hydrogen or methane, and for methane I can actually keep a methane digester in the vehicle provided we're talking a larger transport here.

Like a motor home, I was thinking. If you build it with ground clearance and suspension in mind, and use those adaptive wheel motors all around and a smidgen of machine intelligence, you could let your Winnebago drive you around at a sedate pace, day and night... Mind you there would need to be slow lanes all over the place but if you don't have petrol to run that HSV then you're stuck in a slow lane. If the government thinks they won't need slow lanes then they have nother think coming.

Take a motor home cruise - let the AI drive - enjoy life in a slowly moving wagon, and do it for almost zero in petrol costs. Yes machine intel is that good now and already it can see better than we can at night, gauge stopping distances and car spacings better than we can, knows where it is thanks to GPS, and will trundle there at the best economical rate for tghe road it's on.

The point is - I've thought of these things, which means anyone could think of them. It means that in all likelihood, someone already has. And the real reason it hasn't earnt them billions is that petrol still doesn't cost three dollars per litre. (Although it soon may, then maybe this technology will take off...)

I hope I live to see it.


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Sunday, 26 November 2023

From Ye Old Blogge: 3 Wednesday, December 31, 2003

Near my mole

Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

3 Wednesday, December 31, 2003

Redmond's Latest Security Stumble?

Hey this is SECURITY with a capital U - "You Dickheads!!!"-

I quote from one of the manuals, the Sybex one (Mastering WindowsServer 2003):

.........With Server 2003 you can take a backup of your AD domain database with you to the remote site, and DCPROMO then lets you start a new DC out from the backup of the AD, rather than forcing a complete initial replication over the WAN. From there, you connect the new DC up to that unreliable phone line, and all the DC must do is to replicate whatever̢۪s changed in AD between when the backup occurred and now, which usually isn̢۪t much.

... so it now appears I can, if I get access to an open DC somewhere, take a copy of the catalog, I can then run up a new DC in my bedroom and join the domain? It may not get me full access right away but it's a loophole I could use to access stuff, maybe change passwords, whatever.

Also, (and more importantly) it lets me, as a determined system breaker, maybe get my hands on the DVD which that system admin is carrying around and reverse engineer it for ALL the passwords and other stuff like where the cream of the files are stored?

Damnit, it breaks every security rule I can think of... Am I stupidly not seeing something here, or is it Redmond that have done YAST?


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Thursday, 23 November 2023

Find Anything In Your Documents - Fast.

Not sure if any of you have this problem: You have a Google Docs chock full o' documents you've written or collected over a decade, you have a Documents folder on your home directory on your server that's also chocka doccas, you *know* you had one (or wrote one) that was about the exact topic you want to write about - and . . . *blank*

I was desperate enough to forego all formatting and images if it meant I could just feed all of that into a huge database-based app that let me keep future notes on it as well - even if that meant b&w, dreary reams of text to go through and meant changing my whole workflow. I looked them up. Argh. So few features that I wanted.

I had a brainfart and asked ChatGPT. Among other suggestions, Copernic Desktop got thrown at me. But. (And this is my recurring plaint, the song of my pensioner people:) I can't afford an extra monthly fee... But I did go to one of those "apps just like xyzzy" sites and found a heap more. Near the top of the heap was a free open source software named DocFetcher. Installed it just this morning and I don't think I need to look further. 

DocFetcher is a bit more tech-fiddly to set up if you've never done this before, but even as it comes right out of the install, all you need to do is read the first page, point it at your Documents folder or whatever (the first page tells you how) and that would answer most of your needs. So don't be scared of it. It's bloody marvellous. 

If you know regexes (REGular EXpressions) then fine tuning what you want is a piece of cake. I just needed it to ignore MP3s and MP4s because why would I want to search for text in those? And so " .*\.mp* " was pretty much all I added to the exclusions list, which sped things up hugely. 

My Documents folder has text, Word docs, PDFs, videos, images, spreadsheets - but only the videos take ages for DF to search and are generally not great sources of text anyway. Images - I'm not sure if DF does OCR (Optical Character Recognition) on those but on the off chance, I'll save myself the trouble of writing another one or two dozen regexes to exclude those.

And it's fast enough anyway - PDFs only slow it a bit, and all the other formats seem to get recognised and recorded. 

But what about a way to grab stuff off my Google Docs? A moment's head-scratching and a flash of light: Install Google Drive, let it synchronise locally, and then point DF at that folder, same exclusions - and now I have all my text searchable inside this one app. (For those that don't know, Google Docs stores all your documents in Google Drive but - as far as I know, at this point in time - those documents don't count towards your Gb space quota. So every document appears in your Google Drive folder when you install it, with the extension ".gdoc" )

So now I can type in "non-struct" and all document with non-struct in them will show up for me. ("non-struct" is non-structural and refers to lumber from the timber stores and hardware stores around the place that I have a few pages with dimensions etc noted down.

I've found that DF opens documents in their default applications, which means your Google Docs will show up in your web browser, docx in your word processor, etc. 

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Sunday, 19 November 2023

From Ye Old Blogge: #2 Wednesday, December 31, 2003

Remy le Moan

Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

Wednesday, December 31, 2003

Out of memory Errol

Here's a thought for you (be careful though!):

Medical professionals told us that we only ever really utilised a tenth of our brain's capacity. None of them can tell you what would happen if we used *all* of it. I mean, are they talking computing power or memory capacity here?

If they meant processing power well then we're probably safe - after all, it takes the same amount of specialised knowledge to be a woodcutter as it does to be a system administrator, just in slightly different areas. We may have to process a bit more than our woodsman ancestor, but I doubt the difference would add much to that 10% load average...

On the other hand, we have so much more information flowing through that processing power, and since it's believed that we never truly lose any memories, that could be a problem for our brains. (We might forget *where* a particular memory is in our brains, but unless the braincells die, the memory will be there, just forgotten...)

We are reading a LOT more information than our ancestors ever got out of tracking game or sitting at their local inn, we are required to process a LOT more data than they ever were, and this information overload is a recognised condition nowadays. And it's growing exponentially, meaning the first real information overload should be happening anytime in the new year...

In fact, this could be a good way to can spammers once and for all, if it can be shown that their actions constitute reckless endangerment of people's mental faculties...

So - at what point will a person's brain throw an 'out of memory' error, and what form would it take? Would you forget older or weaker memories by overwriting (which seems not to happen, given the view expressed above) or would you just start being unable to add any new memories?

...what point will a person's brain throw an 'out of memory' error, and what form would it take? Would you forget older or weaker memories by overwriting (which seems not to happen, given the view expressed above) or would you just start being unable to add any...

...will a person's brain throw an 'out of memory' error, and what form would it take? Would you forget older or weaker memories by overwriting (which seems not to happen, given the view expressed above) or would you just start being...

...'s brain throw an 'out of memory' error, and what form would it take? Would you forget older or weaker memories by overwriting (which seems not to happen, given the view expressed above...

...'out of memory' error, and what form would it take? Would you forget older or weaker memories by overwriting (which seems not to happen, given...

...take? Would you forget older or weaker memories by overwriting...

...forget older or...

OUT OF MEMORY ERROR HAS OCCURRED. PLEASE ADVISE - ... SOMEONE... ABOUT... UMMMMMmmm....

Sorry - couldn't resist that one... Back to the show...

Luckily, we can sort of deal with this sort of amnesia already, (or watch the movie 'Memento' for a great insight into anterograde amnesia) so we'll just carry on until someone invents a Compact Flash card for our brains, and then start adding a whole new personality or skillset... hehehe yeh right. Since when have we ever had enough CPU or memory?

But be more selective about what you put in your brain from now on, you hear?


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Sunday, 12 November 2023

From Ye Old Blogge: Wednesday, December 31, 2003

Reno My Male

Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

Wednesday, December 31, 2003

Happy New (Accurate!) Year!

So the Earth's gone back to being right on time in its orbit around the Sun.

It's an interesting thing, really. We invented atomic clocks to track time better and then found out that Earth hasn't been tracking time accurately, so we validated the leap year which had been previously introduced to account for this.

Our ancestors believed in whims of gods and random variability. To them, it was quite acceptable that winter might be followed by more winter, or that a day should be cut short because of a god's displeasure. What they attributed eclipses to bears testimony to their way of thinking back then. And lo! - the universe complied, by providing them with an Earth that slowed down and made years a different length.

Our physicists and astrophysicists (now *there*'s a blast from the past term!) tell us that slowing down is the natural course for bodies in orbit, so we also believe in a certain amount of variability, but a predictable variability.

This is unpredictable. So were the ancients right, does everything really depend on the whim of gods, or are we missing some laws of physics? Or is the Universe adapting itself to our new demands on it?

I don't recall who in the last century said that 'the Universe looks less and less like a machine and more and more like a thought' but I'm beginning to think they're right. In which case, there are two consequences to this Earth-moving news:

ONE - we're all on time again, but we still have leap years, so we're actually ahead by about a quarter of a second per day, so you can all stop worrying about being late for appointments! and

TWO - since the Universe is a thought, and since I am experiencing this thought, it must be *my* thought, so why am I typing this weblog to figments of my imagination?

Happy New Year all you figments!


These are random blog posts I recently rescued from a text dump of my earliest recorded blog posts from Ye Good Ole Days of writing stuff in Notepad and using some weird software that basically uploaded your entire blog every time you added a new article or edited an old one.

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Sunday, 5 November 2023

From Ye Old Blogge: Monday, December 29, 2003

Lemony Amore

Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

Monday, December 29, 2003

Where are they today? Scientific breakthroughs that have vanished into limbo.

I've just picked up a book that's been in my bookshelf for a LOOONNNGGG time - written sometime in the Seventies, it's titled 'Breakthroughs' by one Charles Panati. In the first few dozen pages, I've already found enough material to keep my curiosity motor ticking over at hyper rates.

In the section on dental care, for example, he mentions 'Lauricidin' - go ahead, Google it if you like, there are results to be had - but here's the mystery - you tell me what happened here, I'd be most grateful:

You see, Lauricidin is lauric acid and glycerine. And Mr Panati goes to the trouble of mentioning that it has great antibacterial properties against the bacteria which cause tooth decay and caries, is tasteless, and just undergoing approval by the FDA for use as an additive in foods and motuhwashes and whatever, in order to lessen the chances of these bacteria forming plaques on teeth.

Where is it now? Why are there still dentists making money hand over hand over our teeth? Why does Lauricidin apparently now have a bad taste when in the 70's it was definitely 'tasteless'? Someone needed a reason not to put it into general use? WTF is going on here?

There are a variety of diet things mentioned, and one in particular I remembered, after reading about it again, that I'd heard about it again in the early Nineties, when it was said (on several of the better news magazine shows on TV at the time) that it was only a matter of a few years before we'd see a cheap weight reduction treatment from it. The material was perfluorooctyl bromide, a chemical which was also used in some underwater breathing experiments some 10 - 20 years ago. The stuff has large molecules that we can't easily absorb trhrough alveoli or stomach linings, so it's ideal for carrying oxygen into lungs or blocking food and passing it through the stomach.

Nowadays I find that it seems to be used as a contrast agent for xrays and microscopy, and not much else. And instead of the (and I quote Panati) 'expensive - about $50 a quart' bromide, the latest fad 'fat pill' is more like $500 a month's course, and comes laden with safety warnings and caveats and you try getting a doctor to prescribe them.

Sucrose Polyester - turned out to be a flop. Think Olestra, stomach cramps, etc. But that was in development when Panati wrtoe his book, and it has gone right through all the stages and become first a publicised breakthrough and then a PR disaster. But if it got developed, approved, and then shitcanned in the intervening 20 years, why didn't some of the other products?


These are random blog posts I recently rescued from a text dump of my earliest recorded blog posts from Ye Good Ole Days of writing stuff in Notepad and using some weird software that basically uploaded your entire blog every time you added a new article or edited an old one.

I'm shamelessly adding that little mini-banner graphic with links for you to donate, check my newsletter site, and generally get more entangled in my weird world. 

 


Monday, 30 October 2023

From Ye Old Blogge: Monday, December 29, 2003

Lemon more, ay

Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

Note: This one has a lesson about shopping bags that's still relevant right now. Hardly any cartons are available even today. But the shops throw out one to several compressed bales of cartons a day and force the use of their renewable bags. 

Monday, December 29, 2003

What happened to cardboard boxes at supermarkets?

I mean that from the bottom of my heart - what happened to being able to take groceries home in a carton? Once upon a time, stores kept a pile of boxes at the checkout and you selected one and all your stuff got put into it - bingo, no plastic bags. Nowadays, we are choking the whole damn world with LDPE bags.

Supermarkets will tell you it's just not economical to keep the steady stream of cartons to the checkouts, that it takes too much employee time to move them around. But. It takes an employee around 20 - 30 seconds per carton to slice dice fold and flatten it, then it takes the same amount of time whether they take flattened cartons out the back or complete cartons out the front, and then it takes extra time to stack the crusher and operate it.

Not economical? Then maybe you have the wrong idea of economy. You're still using the 'Jack' idiom. (Fuck you Jack, I'm okay) That says that as long as you don't have to pay for the problem of plastic LDPE bags filling up the rubbish tips - along with all your neatly pressed bales of flattened cartons, of course - then that's 'economical' or something...

Fact of the matter is, there is going to be a surcharge on plastic bags here in Australia, which keen retailers will pass on to the customer (with interest I'm sure) and that will ensure that people bring their own shopping bags to the stores. And believe me, your interest on the surcharge on the plastic bags that you didn't need to supply in the first place if you'd only bothered to train employees to think as they pack, that won't even begin to cover the cost of checkout ops puzzling over which odd-shaped carry bag to put the breads in, which bag will hold the weight of the frozen goods, and so forth.

Believe me because I'm an early adopter. I have a flotilla of carry bags which I take to the supermarket with me and which I insist are used instead of the plastic bags. And it invariably takes almost twice as long because you see, the bags aren't a standard, the checkout person has to think about things, they have to (instead of just starting a new bag when the preceding one has opnly two items in it) worry about whether they can put a bottle of dishwashing liquid in with the frozen, and so on. And of course, the fact that I have my own carry bags makes it a bit more special, they also tend not to crush stuff together they way they do with plastic bags.

I've often asked for cartons, on the basis that they're way easier to pack, cheaper, and may as well get reused, but hey - I'll keep pissing supermarkets off with my odd assortment of bags until they cave in... hehehe...


These are random blog posts I recently rescued from a text dump of my earliest recorded blog posts from Ye Good Ole Days of writing stuff in Notepad and using some weird software that basically uploaded your entire blog every time you added a new article or edited an old one.

I'm shamelessly adding that little mini-banner graphic with links for you to donate, check my newsletter site, and generally get more entangled in my weird world. 

 


Wednesday, 25 October 2023

Finding My Posts Just Got Easier

I was giving someone the link to my list of blog articles I've written, aka "Ted's News Stand" and found out some excellent news myself.

Was just typing the whole URL https://ohaicorona.com/teds-news-stand and the friend messaged back "Found it - I just typed  'teds news stand'  into the browser and there it was."

So You Know Why I'm Over The Moon - Right?

A search for that term is in the first page of search results. If you type 'teds news stand' into your browser, it's the first link on the page. "Ted's News Stand - O Hai Corona!"

Briefly - most readers know I run nine blogs, a few video sites (but few videos, mostly just reportage) and am on a few instant messenger sites and social networks. O Hai Corona! is a blog I started when the pandemic struck, mainly as a way to organise my own info about SARS-CoV-2 COVID-19 whatever you want to call it. I was sh*t frightened as I'm respiratory-compromised, have some auto-immune issues, and we were being hammered by a tiny little mote of dust with homicidal intentions. 

The upshot now is I can just tell people to type "teds news stand" into their browser and they can find that site. YOU can just tell people to type "teds news stand" into their browser and they can find that site. 

And the search term got into the Engines Of Webified Enfindment because a few people have searched for it. I'm a bit overwhelmed by that. So Thank You to everyone that's gone to the News Stand and checked out my latest articles. You lovely people have made my day. 

Ted's News Stand

What it is, is a page on the Ohaicorona blog which I run in a separate server I lease from Digital Pacific mainly because I've always used them as my go-to website provider, they also provide DNS and any other services I'd like to run so I  have the O Hai Corona! blog there, some content I needed to host centrally, and so forth. They are inexpensive and do a good job, but they do cost in server fees. When I was doing freelance IT I'd send most of my clients there if they needed a web presence because DP have great tech support so that took some of the load off me.

And it let me build the News Stand page: 


All the important stuff is in the top of that page, a link to subscribe to the newsletter, then a list of the most recent 20 or so articles, newest first. Below that there are a few more bits'n'bobs, and if you're one of the tech-savvy that have a newsreader of your own to put you in control of your daily reading from around the web, let me know and I'll post the addresses of the newsfeeds of everything I have that has an Atom or RSS link. (I might do this just for the heck of it anyway one day, so just scroll down and see.)

The newsletter comes out on Friday AEST (Australian Eastern Standard Time) so it's not like you get bombarded from me, and if you ever want to chat with me I'm on BlueSky, Mastodon, MeWe, and more as PTEC3D, you can use the Mastodon link under the little graphic below to chat to me there, or search for me. 

The little graphic also has a link to Ted's News Stand and links to help me out by making a one-time (or monthly!) donation of about the price of a cup of coffee. 

(Also a memoriam: CMV 15 December 1954 - 13 October 2023 vale Rainbow Brite)

Sunday, 22 October 2023

From Ye Old Blogge: Friday, December 26, 2003

Roam Lemney

Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

Friday, December 26, 2003

Almost time to...

Almost time to ... ummm ... well, actually, to act like an old fart. Which I am.

Y'see, it's another year almost gone by. Another round of technological advances that made our heads spin, another crop of ideas, technologies, gadgets, and pure scientific discovery that would have been unimaginable a few years earlier.

My father was born in 1927, in a sleepy town outside Austria, in a world that was still recovering from WW1. A world, furthermore, that didn't have half the advantages we have now, so recovery took time. We don't comprehend that, nowadays. A country is torn up by war, we move in the UN and Red Cross and a few volunteer organisations, six months later the news shows this dramatic recovery. Oh yeah, and we have almost instant news now, too - my father was sometimes lucky to find out in the European newspapers, things that had taken place a month ago in the USA. And news from Australia, well that was right out.

My dad ran off to join the German Marine at the age of fifteen, and after WW2 he took an apprenticeship as a butcher, then studied and became an advertising artist in Vienna, and there he met my mother. 1955 or 1956, my mother's parents moved to Vienna from the family farm to join what were soon to become my wedded parents. The first time Mum switched on an electric light, they crossed themselves and were apparently very uneasy about light that didn't come out of a candle or oil lamp.

My father owned a car, which placed him firmly in the well-to-do class at the time. And he went back to studies, this time in agricultural engineering. Soon after, we were on our way to Arabia, to Bahrain Island, to start a dairy / market garden farm for a newly oil-rich sheik, who was making money off people like my father who owned 'automobiles' and needed 'benzene' for them.

On Bahrain, we had air conditioning (gasp!) and (oh envy, oh wonder!) a record player and television. Saudi Arabia of course had all the most mod of the mod cons, with all that newfound wealth floating around, so we lived fair and square among a millionnaire playboy set at that time. Oh yeah, I came along in 1957, we were on Bahrain from 1960 to 1963, at which time we'd fulfilled the contract of the dairy farm. I became used to speed boats, dhows, fast American and European cars, airplane flights back home once a year, Meccano sets of baffling complexities, and much to the credit if St Christopher's Convent run School, I became enthralled witrh books, learned Latin and French (in my first year in school mind you, and was made familiar with set theory and other mathematical and scientific learning, I know now that the time from about age three to age - say - nine are knowledge sponge years, I soaked up curriculata and extracurriculata almost in minutes. On my first day there I spoke not a word of English, by the afternoon I had worked out hello, my name is Rupert (and if any of you readers ever let on I'll kill ya!) and the magic word for all us first-time mum-deprived miserable little bunnies - 'home!'...

By the end of the first year I could converse in poorly accented but grammatically and syntactically correct French, and manage some Latin, as well as having picked up English. My life has always been a little faster because of that initial start of parallel multitasking I needed to undertake to make this all happen. A lot of Baby Boomers were expatria and learning more than one culture. I was learning Arabic, and the gentle art of Arabic crudities, from the coolies on the farm, picking up an English Catholic education complete with formal everything, and still maintaining an Austrian home life. Within a few years, we left Saudi for Australia. After a bried few stints as a farmhand on various farms, my father went and studied again, this time to become a powerhouse engine driver. In that period, stereo became the standard for record players, and cassette tapes replaced the opne reel messagetapes the grandparents sent us the news on.

They felt quite hip because they had a small tabletop reel to reel tape recorder, (oh, about 30cm by 30cm by 17cm high, weighed about 8 to 10 kilos...) and we with our newfound Arabian sophistication, wished they'd discover cassette tapes. By the time I was ten I was firmly hooked into electronics, could service some appliances and equipment, and finally took a traineeship with an airline to develop my skills. In here, things like transistors had started making themselves felt, although a lot of aircraft back then flew with valve technology under the hood. Panasonic's donut-shaped Panapet wrist radios were all the cheerful rage.

I started to predict how technology would help foster even more technology once I realised the implications inherent in video cassettes, of being able to transfer a whole visual concept in mov ing visual form, and how that would start accelerating as phones and videos came closer together (hey I'm a visionary, what can I say) and started to look at this relative newcomer on the scene, integrated circuits. With integrated circuits, I thought, it was only a matter of time before they stacked up the layers to get more into one chip. Well, they're still trying to do that now, so I may yet be right...

And with the advent of chips and logic gates, one could now build a 4 bit computer that programmed through front-panel switches and outputted through what were then very high tech front panel red LEDs. I bought one and built it. And lost interest fairly quickly while I tried to design a way to make a small dirigible fly with a video camera and transmit signal back. I never got either off the ground...

But by the late 70's when I left the traineeship and came back to Australia, Sir Clive Sinclair had made a small personal computert for under $200, and I bought one. A few years later, in the mid 80'2, I was busy buying enough parts to build a 286 AT class PC, and in mid 1990 I had my first Pentium, now I have P4 machines, Xeon machines, mobile Pentium laptops, and a pocket organiser that runs Win CE. (As well as rings around my 286, 386SX, 486DX33, and probably my first pentium 75 as well...)

Also in that time period, we went from stethoscopes to xrays to mri and CAT scan and PET and hundreds of other medical techniques like laser eye surgery, stainless steel stents to keep arteries open, keyhols surgery with cameras inside the patient, exploding of kidney stones, hundreds of pharmaceutical innovations, and a leap from basic genetics to a map of several species' entire genomes.

My father's stroke after surgery last year could have been prevented had it happened this year, with advances in the treatment of stroke, and advances in the carotid stentowhatevery that he needed on hos right carotid and which sent the blood clot shooting up to kill half of his brain.

Similarly, if I manage my emphysema wisely, I expect that before it becomes too bad there will be treatments available, there are already fine high-efficiency artificial lungs out there that can put oxygen into the blood, and it can't be too long before they develop another one to scrub the CO2 out.

In this year I've seen almost twice as many new ideas and technologies emerge and start prducing results, as there were in the two years before. Nanotechnology has been whispering along ever so quietly in the background, and now suddenly, there are nannies at work in a variety of manufacturing processes and products, and in a few more years, nanaparticles with receptors and iron pellets will detox my body should I overdose on Es or some other drug, or if I catch several varieties of diseases, or possibly even for various heavy metals, and while the developers say that FDA tests are five years away, I think three years is more a fair estimate.

Each technology reinforces another, which then leaps ahead and reinforces yet another discipline. There are websites out there now devoted to picking when the so-called Singularity will occur, the moment when scientific and technological advances hits the asymptote of the curve, when advance overtakes the capability to cope with it.

I don't think there's far to go. I learnt to multitask and learn fast due to my childhood experiences, many of my contemporary Boomers aren't quite there. But GenXers are there, they are so fully there... They grew up with multitasking, learning things fast is the rule not the exception - and are more capable of absorbing the multitude of new things that come along these days than your elders, aren't you?

To you, it seems unthinkable to not have a wired world. You probably can't imagine that my homework right through to the end of High School was all done on paper, usually written by hand but later I got my hands on a small Lettera Olivetti typewriter, and I saved my pocket money for several months to buy a Casio calculator... I planted vegetable gardens and wasn't overcome by ennui when the seeds took months to grow into plants and then another few months to produce vegetables... And I knew for a fact that cancer would kill you, there was no such thing as AIDS, and we'd have a base on the Moon as soon as we got that first load of astronauts up there...

You *expect* things to happen fast. Most would feel like we were missing a limb if we couldn't read news online, would feel timewarped if we picked up a magazine with this month's date on it and last month's news inside.

So - what's 2004 going to bring us? No coals please, but I reckon we'll get a few things that will have definite wow factor.


These are random blog posts I recently rescued from a text dump of my earliest recorded blog posts from Ye Good Ole Days of writing stuff in Notepad and using some weird software that basically uploaded your entire blog every time you added a new article or edited an old one.

I'm shamelessly adding that little mini-banner graphic with links for you to donate, check my newsletter site, and generally get more entangled in my weird world. 

 


Wednesday, 18 October 2023

A New Hypothesis Of How The Universe Formed?

I'm crap at cosmology/astrophysics/religious_nuttery.

I'm the first to admit it. Most of my thoughts are wild stabs taken in the general direction of some brainfart or other I've had, and sometimes they're close, sometimes they're further off the wall than a Liberal's justification for keeping on feeding business to their Fossil Fuel Cartel mates' pockets.

So

We used to think the Universe was 14bn years old. Then we changed our minds: And why was because of the JWST's fndings.Those made scientists reach for new hypotheses because the telescope found galaxies that appear to come from earlier than we expected the first galaxies to form. By a significant amount.

Hmmmm....

If JWST can look back to 10,000,000,000 and we theorise the Universe to be 14,000,000,000 years old.

And if the things the JWST found were well-formed galaxies.

And if we theorise that there shouldn't have been galaxies yet then I can see several possibilities:

  1. Our theories about the age of the Universe are wayyy wrong. 
    1. I can't find any real justification for this because "tired photons?" Come on. Better yet, come back April 1st. Or come back yesterday because at least that would support your hypothesis.
  2. Our theories about the speed of formation are wayyy wrong.
    1. There doesn't appear to be the time in that first portion of the expansion for things to randomly clump together and form into such huge accretions, and I'm happy to concur that this is probably correct. 
  3. Time proceeded at a far different rate in the first few billion years than we think.
    1. Everyone agrees that we have nine tenths of five fifths of zero real understanding of what happened at the instant the Universe began, or even which exact infinitesimally tiny time period was the instant after that beginning. 
  4. Light itself moved at a different rate in the first few billion years than we think.
    1. Again - we know that light is so fast that it reaches its destination in zero time in its own timeframe which is infinite time in ours. But that can't be if the Universe is cyclic because then there's be an end point to time and therefore that time dilation parity would not be able to be satisfied.
  5. And so, hear me out on this: The Universe is cyclic and since there's effectively no space or time between Big Bang and Big Bust, we're seeing "leftover galaxies" from the previous cycle(s).
    1. Think. The "interval" between one deflation and the next inflation is by definition unmeasurable. That means one follows the other instantly. And suppose that the old "everything can be changed into everything else but the total amount must remain the same" sort of leaks at each cycle. Slowly the amount of stuff in each Universe is leaking away every cycle. 
    2. It can be made up of whatever "stuff" creates a Universe (or some other construct that we wouldn't necessarily recognise as a Universe) and it just happened by coincidence that this Universe and the last one just happened to be of a largely similar consistency. 
    3. The leakage has taken away a small amount of something and that mainfgests to us now as the last few billion years of the previous "whatever" having stayed in existence for the new inflation to take place in.

In other words we could very well be living in a slowly evaporating bubble of (in/de)flation cycles that'll eventually all leak away to "the other side" of wherever (in/de)flation cycles go to be part of a bigger cycle of a whole range of unimaginable "(in/de)flation cycle bubles."

It really doesn't matter to us since we presume we're in a still-young Universe so we probably wouldn't make the next tail-end. And even if we were in that tail, it'd still decay to nothing and be consumed in the deflation after the next. 

I'm eager to hear from you all, and I'm happy to be told why it's an unworkable hypothesis based on a purely thought experiment. You can (I think?) comment here, or better yet, contact me on the Mastodon link below this graphic. If you click the rolled-up newspaper in the graphic you'll be taken to my News Stand to see all the latest posts across all my blogs and even sign up for my newsletter that comes out once a week. Also if you'd share my articles to your messaging and social network friends that would help me immensely.

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Monday, 16 October 2023

From Ye Old Blogge: Friday, December 26, 2003

More My Elan

Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

Friday, December 26, 2003

HGH of the century

I was watching a thing on TV on the life of Jesus, and it suddenly became clear to me - we're not a spiritual people any more.

See, there was this picture of a tribesman laying beside his little fire and tending it, and you could tell that even though he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, he was having deep thoughts. Unlike us.

He was having the deep thoughts because, you see, he had bugger all else to do except think philosophical and spiritual thoughts. No boss breathing down his neck for 'that job that was due yesterday,' no need to worry about finding parking for the car, nothing like that disturbed his little pool of calm. Unlike us.

He wasn't worried if his PC was infected with a virus, he wasn't reading spam about viagra and human growth hormone, and he didn't have to fret about a mortgage. Seems all too idyllic doesn't it?

Because that's what we get today - all that pressure to live forever, perform forever. No wonder we don't have time to sit and poke little twigs into a fire and think deeply fulfilling thoughts about eternal life...

We rush from one thing to another, out of a bed that's 1000% better than this guy's sleeping position in the dirt beside his fire, to a breakfast which is probably what his local king would eat, to a job where we can feel fulfilled and productive, unlike him whose only imprtant function was probably to act as a human fence to a bunch of goats.

Lunch is something he would think about while chewing up a couple of freshly preserved olives and some dry fetta and flatbread, he wouldn't even dream about a lunch like we're having with a chicken schnitzel burger with salad and mayo, or a sit-down meal at Old Papa's or Il Vecc or whatever our favourite nosh spot is. Hell, one of our meals, he'd probably split with his family because it's so big.

While we go home to a house that's a few hundred squares, he'd go back to a cosy little cabin, where our place is filled with spouses and kids, his would also contain the family goat and the family dog, the grandparents, and his brother's family as well, there'd be camaraderie and people all around, real love none of this "love you daddy i'm going to bed now' stuff for him.

Then while we were catching up on the news after dinner, and logging into our ISP to check our emails, he'd be tending the sickest child and repeating the stories he'dheard from the other herders, and whatever it was he'd thought of while he was burning that stuff in the fire.

We'd tell our other half the best of the latest crop of jokes, he'd be discussing what Ali bin Yussef has been doing with turning seemingly ordinary mud into superb cooking utensils.

He was so lucky, we're so unlucky - yes?

Because then, when we in the present get to the bit of email that says "live forever! HGH will fix your knackered old body, make you feel better, and make your whole life better!', well that's the part where, in his world, he opens his eyes really wide and asks if anyone's heard of this Jesus person, because, he says "this Jesus says we can live forever! Religion will fix our knackered old body, make us feel better, and make our whole life better!'

And that's where, suddenly, it becomes unclear whether the old spiritual and new clinical modern couldn't just be the same thing but under a different layer of snake oil...


These are random blog posts I recently rescued from a text dump of my earliest recorded blog posts from Ye Good Ole Days of writing stuff in Notepad and using some weird software that basically uploaded your entire blog every time you added a new article or edited an old one.

I'm shamelessly adding that little mini-banner graphic with links for you to donate, check my newsletter site, and generally get more entangled in my weird world. 

 


Sunday, 8 October 2023

From Ye Old Blogge: Sunday, December 07, 2003

Leroy Nemm

Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

Sunday, December 07, 2003

MDM and the Microsoft Way

I'm just buying myself a P75-powered Libretto 50CT. Years behind the in-crowd, I've found a secondhand miniscule PC which I quite like. I intend to use it for programming external devices like door access systems, PABxs, PIC programmers, and so forth. (Also, I like the size of it, I haven't seen as versatile a communications machine since the Tandy M100/M200 'laptops' of 20 years ago. I still have and use my M200, it's inbuilt comms software and port have been a godsend on more than one occasion.)

Another thing about the Libretto, it runs Windows. I'm not biased, but much of the software written for serial programming and control of those devices has been written for Windows and never ported to any other operating system. I don't fancy doing any porting myself, as my knowledge of C or whatever is approximately zero. So the fact that this palmtop came with Win98SE on it was attractive.

I also like things to work reasonably well, so I started uninstalling stuff that I know isn't needed, unloading processes that do nothing for the operating system, and generally taking out stuff I know destabilises Win98. (I think I had some sort of record once, I kept a Win98 machine with a record uptime of 84 days, and it was running a web server and chat server... But that was probably a fluke...)

And right there, when I was trimming the running processes down to Explorer and Systray, it hit me. What sort of pants-down-bend-over-assume-the-position operating system runs a process like mdm.exe? (For the uninitiated, mdm is the Machine Debug Manager.) 'We accept that our software is so full of holes that we've written this special program to watch over it all and assist in debugging and recovering of crashed software.'

Okay, so maybe that's not precisely the way it works but the secret to gauging the company's attitude to it's own software IS in the naming of the program. It's like the famous 'Shouldn't See This' window that sometimes comes up as Win98 or 95 is spectacularly crashing - why bother to name such a process unless you fully expect it to be visible? And why would you expect that, hmmm?

So the culture of MS is pretty obvious from things like that. They build it fully expecting it to crash, to fail. And all those developers follow their lead, building ever more software for a platform that's already doomed by its own programmers not having faith in it. No wonder there's such a huge market of malware makers out there, they can all see the head-hanging attitude and immediately *know* they're going to have no trouble showing this software who's boss...

Worst of all, you can't just kill the mdm process, Win98 keeps resurrecting it. That about says it all... %)


These are random blog posts I recently rescued from a text dump of my earliest recorded blog posts from Ye Good Ole Days of writing stuff in Notepad and using some weird software that basically uploaded your entire blog every time you added a new article or edited an old one.

I'm shamelessly adding that little mini-banner graphic with links for you to donate, check my newsletter site, and generally get more entangled in my weird world. 

Sunday, 1 October 2023

From Ye Old Blogge: Thursday, December 04, 2003

 Memory Lane

Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

Thursday, December 04, 2003

Sandlots shops and other shit

Here in Western Australia, Perth in particular, we have sand all the way from surface to bedrock. Greyish sand, yellowish sand, sand with humus in it if we garden, sand with black mangrove mud through it if we live on reclaimed low-lying areas. You get the idea, we have sand sand and more sand.

And sand can actually support grass, trees, and decent vegetation. It's supported native plants for millennia, and it can support our imported plants as well. In fact, surprisingly, the sand also supports some rather large buildings. A geologist friend of mine shudders every time he sees the Business District, he reckons one decent wash of water over the place and all those buildings will just sink below the surface because bedrock is hundreds of feet down - and sand all the way down to there. 

And those businesses, they vary in how successful they are, because of what they plant outside. In Perth's CBD, they get the Council to plant parks and verges, anywhere that can be planted, is planted. It's one of the reasons I love Perth so much, you can drive along the coastal highway for miles and look towards the most densely packed suburbs and all you really see is an expanse of trees and vegetation with rooves showing here and there. It's one of the bonuses of living here.

The most successful businesses outside the CBD have their verge sorted out, they have a nature strip with decent plantings of green and flowering plants, and if they don't, well not only do they look dodgy, they usually don't do all that well either. The other day I drove past several one and two dollar stores with dried up bushes around the doors, sand blowing over their footpaths, and went to a slightly more expensive cheap shop to buy my plastic tub for soaking mulch in. This store was in a shop and carpark complex but they laid it out neat and clean, a kind of 'we can't plant neat rows of stuff on asphalt but dammit we'll keep it clean and the kerbs painted and the buildings looking neat!'

I was immediately impressed, and several things about this struck me. If you take premises which have some garden outside, you damn well better look after it. A dodgy slovenly looking piece of ill-cared brownery makes customers wonder if they won't get the same neglect, and if the stock inside has been similarly left to age, and many of the bypass those premises. Places like this, I've found, usually cater to a fanatic specialty crowd who just need the goods and will go to any lengths to secure their curtain material or fishing tackle or whatever.

Anyone that doesn't have a special interest group niche and has a crappy surrounding and exterior, well you usually find the wrecking ball swinging there within a few years at the outside. And Feng Shuei claims that since old times - keep your Feng Shuei clean and neat and you will be successful. They knew a thing or two, did those Chinese.

So - shops with better gardens - do they really do better? Hell yeah - after all, they can afford a gardener to maintain the place, they can afford to replace tatty looking plants, and they couldn't do that if they were going broke... By starting out looking affluent and well-cared-for, they have established a self-fulfilling prophecy. I'd shop there because my gut would say 'hey those people have a well-tended shop' and I'd believe they were more well-off than the dodgy-looking shop with the blasted desert outside.

People will tell you that 'the product sells itself, it really does' and you can look them straight back in the eye and say 'nope - my hard work setting up my shop and the fifteen feet out front, THAT sells the product' and you'd be right. 

Packaging of a product starts in the carpark.


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Sunday, 24 September 2023

From Ye Old Blogge: Friday, September 01, 2006 Passing Milestones

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Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

Passing Milestones

(and not in your water, either!)

Some major milestones have slid quietly closer and closer and then fallen away astern for me, some almost unnoticed. Some other milestones are looming pretty intensely, and some you just want to forget.

Last Saturday, (26th August) the first milestone that slid beneath the billows of time was the publication of my diet book online. I was rather ill that week, but this was the one thing I managed to achieve that I was most proud of. As a result of that effort, people around the world with "slow inflammation" based illnesses (and this includes several cancers including the one I designed the diet for, prostate cancer) will be able to give these horrible illnesses a run for their money. For me, it reversed my prostate problems in seven months and saved me from the risks involved in the surgery. On all counts, I'm glad I got the thing to publication.

The next milestone that derived from that is that I went from being an unpaid writer to being a published author. Published author! Okay this is very akin to being vanity press but it's still publication. I almost missed this in the excitement, and it was only the other day that it finally penetrated my consciousness. Wow...

What wasn't immediately obvious from that is the other hat I began wearing - I am now also a publisher. The difference between vanity press printing and publishing is that printing involves only taking a marked-up text and setting it in print. Publishing involves choosing the manuscript, editing it, marking it up, getting it printed, and publicising (that's where the "pub" in publishing comes in after all) and selling the finished product. If I only turned the text into an e-book I'd have been a glorified electronic printer, but I've also done the first publicising of the product by putting it online, and have the advertising and publicity plan coming together and launching this weekend. So I'm a printer/publisher now as well.

Apropos of which, I've decided that I'll assist other health/diet/lifestyle/recipe/DIY/home_improv authors by getting them into e-publication and letting them sell their wares on the zencookbook site - may as well act like a real publisher I guess. Also, more titles will equate to more useful information in one place, and that will mean that we all benefit. So if you know someone with a good idea for a book, or with a manuscript, which they want to put online using e-book format, get them to email me teddlesruss(AT)hotmail(DOT)com and I'll help them get it happening.

This Thursday (31 August) another milestone hove into sight and zipped by. As well as becoming a published author, I'm now a *paid* published author. Yep, the first copy of The Body Friendly Zen Cookbook sold online Thursday morning and made my day... That's within less than six days of publication, and without any advertising. Gotta love the Internet!

And since it's now September, I can also say that another milestone cruised in almost under the radar, being that this blog surpassed 1,000 hits in a month, at 1056 for the month of August. That's this suite of blog pages, nothing to do with the diet book, which hit its own high water mark of 35 hits a day yesterday as well, and I haven't even begun to advertise it yet.

Upcoming milestones:
I'd rather forget, but in another six weeks it will be the anniversary of my biopsy that showed the high level of deformed cells.

Six months from now also sees me hitting the half century mark, and should also see results from the CSIRO tests of the diet.

All in all it's been a pretty good week for milestones.


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Monday, 18 September 2023

From Ye Old Blogge: Wednesday, November 19, 2003 What my parents said about the festive season...

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Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

What my parents said about the festive season...

Thirty years ago, I first heard my parents say "Christmas is so commercialised these days!" and, being only a little tacker in those days, I just couldn't see how such a magical time could be thought of as commercialised.

Now I'm older and wiser, and I know where all those presents under the tree come from, and hell if I don't believe my parents finally... I saw an ad for a women's magazine on the TV the other evening, and it included ' your five free gold stars' and an article about ' how to use your free gold stars to add a personal touch to your Christmas ' inside it. And I started thinking about all that, and opened a whole can of worms in the process...

For example - gold stars. Cost next to nothing, just gold covered card cut on a press, and honestly, even as a kid I would have been offended to be offered such crap, even for free that's just plain snake-oil salesmanship... Sort of like a handful of blue glass beads only cheaper...

And having insulted their entire readership (who, come to think of it, probably deserve the insult, because they're obviously still buying that patronising, cheap drivel rag) they then use that gift as a way to fill up a couple of extra pages. I mean, what can you do to 'personalise' your Christmas with five gold stars which are as depersonalised as you can get? Stick them to something, same as the other 800,000 readers of the magazine who after all got the same gift and the same article? Argh, give us a break!

That's the commercialism part covered. Now for the obligatory 'back in de good old days' whinge:
My mother was probably a halfway houseproud woman, but she didn't go to extraordinary lengths to 'personalise Christmas' either, we used off the shelf streamers garlands and tinsel and decorations. Even back then, the only people who had the time or resources to 'personalise' their Christmas were bored affluent wives of high-income earners, and they added the personal touch because it was missing in their lives. Nowadays, even less people have the time and resources to go to any great lengths to add personal touches.

Most people will use their off the shelf bits just as they've been doing for thirty years, and have the same 'commercial' trees as everyone else, the same 'commercial' decorations, and (probably) sigh and complain bitterly about how commercial Christmas has become...


These are random blog posts I recently rescued from a text dump of my earliest recorded blog posts from Ye Good Ole Days of writing stuff in Notepad and using some weird software that basically uploaded your entire blog every time you added a new article or edited an old one.

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