From Ye Old Blogge: Wed, March 10, 2004

Namely Rome

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Wed, March 10, 2004

An odd thing happened while I walked my biowalker

http://www.bml.psy.ruhr-uni-bochum.de/Demos/BMLwalker.html

Listening to music and playing with this excellent simulation of walking pace gave odd results. I'd been playing with the walker (a pattern of dots and lines simulating a human walk which you can modify by a number of factors) and listening to my favourite radio staion, bless ya Triple J, and suddenly a tune came on which featured the words 'sneaker sex' a lot of times...

Thing was, I'd just reset the walker to default (50/50 male/female, 50/50 light/heavy, etc) and then snapped the control over to 'happy'. And the walker kept time with the rhythm of the tune to within less than half a bar by the end of the tune.

And that started me thinking. The biowalker had been programmed by taking biometrics from a group of men and women of varying weights, and then modified by software to a variety of walks which were then rated by another group of people for what they estimated as the level of sadness, happiness, nervousness, relaxedness... And the tune on the radio had passed another kind of panel, the listening audience, to have become a reasonably popular tune on the chart. And they both came out to within milliseconds of one another, at a rate of - wait for it - 66-something cycles per second... (And I'd be prepared to bet that if I took a wider average of popular rhythms that are widely rated as happy tunes, I'd come to a number very damn close to 66.6)

Why that number crops up so often is a mystery. I don't for one minute believe in the number of any beastie but the Bible also says of it '... for it is the number of a man ...' in there somewhere. And it comes up often enough in modern life that we can theorise that if not exactly a portent of The Beginning Of The End, it could very well be a biological constant like Plancks' Constant or a Fibbonacci series or something similar, which our bodies are tuned.

The Lord doesn't like that for some reason. Actually, He's a bit vengeful on this topic:

And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand,The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation; and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb:

And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the MARK of his name.Revelation 14:9-11

Is it only me, or does the idea of a bunch of angels celebrating in glee (over the misery of the very people they're supposed to be the guardians of) make you think that there's something very amiss in the translation or something? Something is wrong in this picture, and certainly this isn't a very angelic way to behave. Nor like the God I always imagined... And they're talking about a 'mark of the number of the name of the beast' here, 666... There's really something very, VERY amiss here... Come right out and say it or don't, but this deliberate obfuscation of what exactly is meant, makes one wonder.

I accept that something very important happened just over 2000 years ago, it's so bad that at the epicentre they're still killing one another over it in suicide bombings, religious jihad, terror missions to the sound of Allahu akhbar, and a few hundred years ago we still weren't much better about whatever it was. Whatever happened back then, it was 'da bomb' of the day.

The famous mistranslation in the James Bible ('thou shalt not suffer a poisoner' being translated to 'thou shalt not suffer a witch to live') makes you wonder what they mistranslated the mark of the number of the name of that whatchamacallit into... So what is it with that number, and what is it with the indirect method by which it seems we have to become inflicted with it? Email me if you know, and I'll extend this article...

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Bottlenecks, Technology, and You

In his article on his blog, tech and security engineer and visionary (in my books, anyway - he's been around such things for longer than the age of my average reader and he actually knows stuff) Bruce Schneier imagines our soon-to-be AI infrastructure being able to remove "lossy bottlenecks" in all manner of things where they currently exist. 

Bottlenecks and Bottle Openers

A bottleneck exists where there are things available on one side, a demand exists on the other side, but the process of traversing the bottleneck impedes the transfer. If some of the demands on one side, and/or things on the other side, are unable to pass through the bottleneck then it's also lossy. Bruce cites a kitchen on one side, a patron on the other, and how the many possible meals the kitchen can produce, and the many possible choices of meals and meal options on the patron side, have to be limited to an a la carte menu of choices.

It's probably not the most important bottleneck we face nowadays though, is it? Schneier also describes a system where your exact political, legislatory, and moral positions are put into an "AI mediator" which can then convey your exact positions on these to the exact right combination of government people/departments to help achieve your desired outcomes, rather than having to limit yourself to one single Party or one Elected Representative where many of their other positions may not be so well aligned with your own. Or just, as he says, continually votes on your behalf on each individual issue.

And yep I have to agree, there's one way that AI can remove lossy bottlenecks. We keep improving technology and it will easily handle an AI in your pocket managing your affairs. Imagine if you will that the device is impregnable and unhackable and able to manage everything in and around your life. It can remember what bar/cafe/restaurant you usually go after a discussion with one particular colleague that always leave you simmering, and what you generally order, and can order it for you. 

But it's still a technical device in your pocket and it's the result of a lot of conscious decisions and knowledge steps and manufacturing steps and you had to go and decide which one you wanted and what you wanted it to do and what colour and shape and - the physical embodiment of the device is still Technology, in your face, your mind, and your consciousness.

We need to get to a stage where we have the Magic Matrix Moment:

There Is No Bottle

Think about it. We've been making structures and buildings for tens, and possibly hundreds if some archaeology is to be believed, and they've almost become ubiquitous, opaque, and invisible to us. (If you, you know, ignore the whole hulking in your face buildingness of them that is.) But we certainly don't concern yourself about what roof trusses keep the roof up, the specifics of the wall construction, how many miles of cable are in it, if the glass came from one glass company or the other. 

The brief we give the architect in fact will most likely contain the very things that give buildings that hulking, in your face buildingness - I want a roof with eaves, this floorplan, columns either side of the entrance - but you're hardly going to discuss the R3.5 or higher doors and windows and walls in great detail, nor the precise dimensions of the framing timber and so forth, or the gauge of the lighting wiring. There are standards for those sorts of things that render them effectively invisible for you and anyone looking at the house. 

Pens, pencils, and paper are another one of those ubiquitous and mostly invisible things. They're there when you need them, and you only really notice them when you can't find them. Housing is becoming ubiquitous and mostly invisible. But none of it is really as ubiquitous. Here - here's some VERY visible technology that shows how prominent tech is in our lives and how burdensome a "convenience" can become.

It's not really invisible, is it? How often do you look at the sky and see the blue? The clouds? Do you walk around noticing every tree and bush that's, in effect, being your life support system and recycling your CO2 into oxygen and organic material which will eventually come back to you in your food items? Now THAT is where we need technology to be. 

We need to get to the stage where there's no bottleneck between what you need or want, and the thing in question. We want there to be no bottleneck because there's no bottle. 

Imagine This:

You're outside and it starts to rain. You don't even think about not wanting to get wet, but a silent drone above projects some energy sideways to deflect rain because the "tech bottle" around the whole planet knows who you are and what you're wearing, and that you wouldn't want to get wet on the way to the thing you're going to see. 

If, indeed, you're actually walking. Because while you don't own a house or a vehicle, when you want to stop somewhere for a while, the invisible tech around you would basically put 'your' housing right around you, with all 'your' comforts and belongings created on the spot. If you have a pet then it would have been right there with you, and it too wouldn't find it odd at all that it could just sit and be moved along silently close to you, could bounce off to pee on a stone, and then just think about you and the tech would see its movements, interpret them, and whisk it to you again. 

Neither of you would consider it noteworthy at all. 

Want one of those "Big Burger" things that you've been looking at? Turn, and there's a Big Burger franchise stand, with the exact burger you were wanting. When you were satisfied, the whole edifice just vanishing as you turn away wouldn't even blink. 

After all, all matter can be manipulated with energy into anything. And energy from the sun is free and plentiful, technology has made all these processes incredibly efficient anyway - and raw material is just - lying on the ground and floating around in the air. And when you turn away, it all goes back there. 

THAT is how technology has to become. And AI will help it happen, if we don't end up using it to exploit one another to death first. It's going to be the keystone of the ubiquitech[tm: Me!] of the future. 

Compare to: This cheugy video.

We Have This: 

As I intimated a few paragraphs back, we already have some ubiquitous and life-enabling technology. It's called the planet. What? Where's the technology? What do you think biology is? Geology? The whole planet? It's machines made out of carbon and other materials. It's programmed by its own properties, by it's DNA if it's an organism. All powered by an Original Big Bang some tens of billions of years ago. 

This whole machine has been out life support for a very long time, and it would still do that if we hadn't started to *#^k with it. So we're having to replace it bit by bit with our own tech, and it's a losing battle. But we could still win the battle to keep the machine running if we realise right now that just because it's ubiquitous doesn't mean it's unbreakable... 

Now Please:

I've told you that my wife is in a medical crisis and I won't be able to spend as much time on the blog for around a year. But you can still help me out. In the graphic below are three icons, the outer two are for donations if you feel like it, but the centre one of a rolled-up newspaper is a link to my site where the latest 20 or so articles are linked. If you could share that URL in your social media or just with your friends, it'll help keep traffic up to the blogs. If you could donate, you're a god-level hero! It's hard to keep all this stuff online.

From Ye Old Blogge: Thu, March 11, 2004

Memory Lane

Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

March 11, 2004

Neglect of a blog - a serious charge / Servus Eria!

I've been neglecting this blog. Guilty as charged, there are however, Your Honour, extenuating circumstances.

One - work has been extremely busy. I keep saying that but it really gets busier exponentially. I'm now at several meetings a week, trying to run around a dozen IT projects, half a dozen office projects, and look after three work experience students (okay okay - interns to our podean neighbours) and another sysadmin, and I help one of our more hands-on tech departments with hardware and handbuilt circuitry for their projects. You could say I'm busy...

Two - I can't get ADSL where we live and my other half and I will probably not be able to afford to move to anywhere more suitable anytime soon, so I've been trying to set up a wireless link between work and home, which is non-trivial because it's 12km in between. And (apparently) there may be several buildings and trees either in the way or close to in the way. I don't know yet, because the 24km round trip to change things at one end, then drive back, climb on the roof, haul a dish up there, and then test the link, is a bit wearing and I've been doing it as my time allows.

and thirdly, and most importantly - it's not good for people with emphysema to catch nasty throat and lung infections, you feel as if any moment you may not have another breath in you. And it kinda slows you down...

So - if I've negelcted my blog I think I can be excused...

And on top of that, I've been to a few sites such as Syndic-8 and Blogshares and myRSS and so forth publicising the blog, checking other blogs for inclusion, and finding a few gems to add to my already over-50-strong reading list. Two of them are extremely good reading, if you can read Austrian.

Try Eria's Sammelsurium and Foolosophy for some fine reading and a lot of enjoyment. For Eria, I have this: "Du bist ma schoen, I hab di gern! Keep up the great blogging and having fun."

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From Ye Old Blogge: Monday, January 26, 2004

Ram A Melon Ey

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Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

Important because as I was preparing this historical repost I'm listening to Fire Bomb on ABC Radio Podcasts and they've just mentioned the Chung Wah Association. I never realised how much activism they must have entered into to beat down Perth's terrorist organisation run by the asshole Jack van Tongeren. Hats off to all those lovely people that shared their New Year with me.

Monday, January 26, 2004

Monkey Business

Thanks to my newest intern (work experience student to us Aussies) Trish and I were invited to the WA Chung Wah Association's New Year celebrations on the 25th. It was simply one of the nicest events I'd been to in a long time. I enjoyed everything. (Except the speeches by our local politicians... Hey that's always the way, who listens to those guys anyway?)

At the gate a gentleman asked if I was of the Police force, 'no' that I ha' anything to worry abou'..' and directed us to a parking spot near one of the biggest lanterns (3 metres tall) that I have ever seen, and overlooking a landscape scarrred by a VERY recent fire, some of which was still smouldering.

Oh yeah - I forgot to mention that the Chung Wah Hall is in probably one the most ethnically diverse blocks of inner suburbia, sharing the block with Macedonian Park, the Macedonian Centre, the Sicilian Society, and others. It's a small clue as to how much integration takes place in Perth. Oh yeah, we still have ethnic gangs, and oh yeah, there are areas where you find a more ethnically-focussed population, but on the whole the place is just 'oh yeah!' about it all and you'll find one of Perth's best dim sum restaurants two doors from Perth's best continental food supermarket and (until recently) flanked also by the best Lebanese cafe and just across the road from the Hare Krishna Food For Life kitchen...

The Chinese community here in Perth have a lot of talented people, as shown by the Lion dancers, the ribbon dancers, and over a dozen musical acts, all of which were in a word brilliant. A 'light luncheon' was served (but I still ended up as full as the proverbial boot) and then it was out the door and back to the reality that we were in WA not Szechuan or Canton...

We took our seats (and I mean literally took them, not too many free chairs so we carried ours to a likely looking spot after asking the row behind if this was okay) and during the opening speech we discovered that not only were we at the roundeye end of the hall, we were also amidst all the aforementioned political figures. Hmmm maybe not all *that* integrated...

Being sat next to the Commissioner for Police and his wife did tend to dampen some of my more exuberant exclamations, and I'm sure Trish was similarly a bit more wary of her flanking dignitary, whose name eludes me at the moment. Both our neighbours presented speeches, in any case.

This year it seemed that every local politician included a thankyou to the Nyungar aboriginal community, upon whose land apparently Perth is situated. I felt like standing up and yelling "hey there was a war here and they lost!" but as I said, sitting next to the CoP gave me pause enough that the feeling passed... Hey I never said I was politically correct, I am Austrian by birth and Australian by upbringing with a large slice of Arabic childhood and I think I stand just on the wild side of Hitler politically... %)

And it's the year of the Green monkey. also (it looks like from various almanacs) a Wood year, so yes it should be great for innovations and business - and I'm born so close the the start of the Tiger month that I'm part monkey part rooster, so we'll see what happens. It's the first year I've ever been given any red envelopes, %) and they are symbolic of money and success, so let's see if this year, I can make symbolism a thing of the past and reality of some of my ideas...

Watch this space...

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From Ye Old Blogge: Wednesday, January 28, 2004

Amen roly me

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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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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.

From Ye Old Blogge: two posts January 2004

Meeny Molar 

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

Moral Meeny

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

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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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