Tuesday, February 21, 2012

to read, books about Venice


Cara writes: "Maybe Norwich for straight history. Jan Morris for wonderful writing. Mary McCarthy for being Mary McCarthy. Joseph Brodsky for a completely singular book on Venice by a completely singular mind."

Matteo Casini writes: "The book by Crouzet-Pavan is a good book in between scholarship and the larger public. Two books I always loved are Ruskin and Pemble, Venice rediscovered. The classical guide for all secrets of Venice is Lorenzetti. (Cara: "smallish type and long, but critical"). I heard good things about the revised edition of Jan Morris and Crowley's account on the Venetian Empire."

Predrag has
but is undisciplined about reading them. So far, finished only Berendt - it is deliriously hilarious, Italy is Italy, but Venice is clearly still another level.

Cara writes: "Dream of Venice by Charles Christopher. J.G. Links is okay. There is an intriguing book (almost a novel) but actually based on family documents that were found. Very pleasurable. I thought the Berendt book was the biggest piece of junk I have ever read about Venice. Sorry. I know you enjoyed it but please do not take one iota of it seriously as a portrait of Venice. The Venetians were furious at him, and not because he was spot on. Quite the opposite. I think he was desperate to get another book out after all the years that had passed Since Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, and did this miserably forced and false book."

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Christopher Hitchens: will miss you

As we will remember him:
“In the hate column: dictatorship, religion, stupidity, demagogy, censorship, bullying and intimidation.
In the love column: literature, irony, humor, the individual and the defense of free expression.”

As his friends knew him: the sentence least likely to be uttered by Mr. Hitchens’s was
“I don’t care how rich you are, I’m not coming to your party.”

Friday, November 11, 2011

Squabbling with the BMW GPS lady

I got to UF with surprising difficulty - because of the New York Marathon (50K humans, 100K feet running, 100K's watching) I could not move through the human mass from Lexington to 1st Ave - eventually found a way down 58th St to York Ave, where there were barely any people at all, and leisurely traffic.

UF then proudly took me for a ride to see changing colors in Connecticut in his brand new smelling BMW, the cigarette smoke has not burned itself in yet.

"Seeing changing colors in Connecticut" meant driving through insane traffic for hours (police has basically blocked off all bridges from Manhattan either because of the marathon, or because they felt like it - then we drew through some deliriously rich areas of Connecticut where each mansion is tucked away in acres of forest with fabulous colors of autumn leaves (as promised by NY Times), and then, without ever getting out of the car we turned back. Return trip was marked by squabbling with the GPS lady - UF disobeyed her every order and drove us through some amazing sections of Bronx where no white man has sat foot since the island was bought by the Dutch. By the time we got back to Riverside drive they made up. It turns out that the roads are filled with morons on wheels who do not know how to drive. UF suspects them all immigrating here from Ohio. It's because of them that it is now impossible to eat in restaurants, as eeeeverything now contains fruit. Not to mention how loudly they shout, deafened by their Ipods etc.

UF says The Book is almost finished - he'll finish it as soon as he stops smoking. Currently he smokes like a smokestack.

Then we talked about this and that, and at some point he started saying not nice things about his Woman, so I went to bed. All is all, he is doing MUCH better than any time in past three years, it was more fun seeing him than in a long time.

PS Vecchio objects:
Don't be silly,  I grew up in that part of the Bronx.   It is what inspired Ogden Nash to write "The Bronx? No Thonx."

Sunday, October 23, 2011

all things are ephemeral

My personal playwright, of K. und K. fame:
Even for someone who doesn't have a real job, I am always swamped with crap to do. I've come to the philosophical conclusion that nothing is eternal, all things are ephemeral, so one might as well blow off once and a while. After all, as they say in L5P this time of year, "Life's too short, so you might as well stop and smell the zombies along the way."

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Siri Answers Questions

Siri Answers Questions From Readers - NYTimes.com:

and now, the insult: Say hello to Iris, Intelligent Rival Imitation of Siri, or Siri backward, who surfaced in the wake of Siri's debut.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

That's my (much younger) sister

David Pogue, New York Times Oct 12 2011:

Siri is billed as a virtual assistant: a crisply accurate, astonishingly understanding, uncomplaining, voice-commanded minion.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

I have a friend in Minsk, who has a friend in Pinsk

Edson is not a professional mathematician.

I went to Professor Weiss and asked him: "I have a blah that can be turn into bi-blah by Schzmolukowzsky's conjugacy. Has somebody generalized this Groethendieck categories of uni-blah with Schartzwitoskwicz points (fuctors for which the critical holonomy is diffeo preperiodic to an unstable climacterium), so the conjugated balh has monotone laps. Remember anyone who has done that?" You would ask the same, no? Somebody must have done it, it is so obvious.

Professor Weiss gives me a happy grin and says: "Of course. Since my childhood I had only worked on Schma, never on Blah, but my dear friend Vargas in Minsk knows everything that is to be known on Blah, ask him."

So I ask, and Vargas writes back: "From the best of my knowlodge, i don't  know any result in this direction"

Wrong! Wrong comrade Vargas. This is how it is done:

1) when anyone asks you a real question (other than "How are you?") you immediately say: "Sorry, I do not work on Blah, I only work on Schma, but I have a friend in Minsk, who has a friend in Pinsk, who, .... knows all about Blah". An easy corollary follows:
     Corollary: Weiss is a professional mathematician.
     Subsidiary Lemma: Vargas is not.

2) Theorem: Every sequence of mathematical referrals is a closed loop, ie., no matter who you send me to, eventually the guy in Dnepropetrovsk will refer me back to Weiss,

but now Vargas has spoiled the game that Howie so professionally initiated.

On the other hand, Vargas is honest. Do I even have to cite any theorems on how unprofessional that is?

Friday, July 22, 2011

Ketzel Cotel 1992-2011

Ketzel the cat is dead.  This sad piece of news was broken by the New York Times's City Room blog on Tuesday.

Monday, June 06, 2011

Accentuate.us

accentuate.us is pretty cool (except that it does not work yet in either of languages that I need it for):

Dataists.com: "Many languages around the world use the familiar Latin alphabet (A-Z), but in order to represent the sounds of the language accurately, their writing systems employ diacritical marks and other special characters. [...] Speakers of these languages have difficulty entering text into a computer because keyboards are often not available, and even when they are, typing special characters can be slow and cumbersome.    [...]
To solve this problem, we have created a free and open source Firefox add-on called Accentuate.us that allows users to type texts in plain ASCII, and then automatically adds all diacritics and special characters in the correct places."

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Barbara Memorial program

A gathering to share our memories of Barbara Spiegel took place March 19th at the Auditorium of the Courant Institute of Mathematical Sciences at New York University. Mimi, Jean-Luc, Judy, Holly, Sara, and Philip shared their reminiscences of Barbara (you might have suspected that Barbara was a wild teenager, and now we know) and the music was utterly beautiful: 

Natalie Aroyan, Soprano 
Pavlina Dokovska, pianist 
Pleurez mes yeux from LE CID By MASSENET [French] 
Io son l’umile ancella from ADRIANA LEVOUVREUR By CILEA [Italian] 
“Ay Vart” (Oh Rose) By SKENTYAROV [Armenian] 

Groong” (The Crane) by KOMIDAS [Armenian] 
Nye poi krasavitsa” (O sing no more) by RACHMANINOV [Russian] 
Ebben! N’andro lontana from LA WALLY By CATALANI [Italian]

[music links point to performances by other artists]
[to view the program, click here] 
[to view Mimi Gross program sketches, click here]
[for more photos, click here] 

In lieu of flowers, the family suggests a donation in Barbara's name to either 
Oratorio Society of New York
1440 Broadway 23rd Floor
New York, NY 10018
or 
Falmouth Public Library
300 Main Street
Falmouth, MA 02540
Requests for additional information can be sent to this email address: barbaraspiegelmemorial@gmail.com.

Monday, February 14, 2011

A Valentine: Evolution Made Us All

You would NEVER guess who told me to see this
           http://vimeo.com/19416924
Watch it - it is lovely. And never forget - evolution made us all. Though every sun-like star has 25% chance of an Earth-like planet in the Goldilocks belt, and there are so very many different paths, the chance that any one of them culminates in Sarah Palin can be rigorously shown to be arbitrarily small.
2012-03-24 footnote: (1) no idea who told me to see this. I'm on statins, so that's OK. (2) The video was removed from YouTube (?!) but I found it on Vimeo. It must have been the complaint from this lovely, deeply religious student.

La Patrona

[A friend from Mexico (an amazing friend, really) writes (for a Google translation, see the bottom of this post):]

Pues el día de hoy regresamos de la visita al municipio de la Patrona en Veracruz cerca de Orizaba, les cuento sobre esto porque es algo muy intenso que cuando se vive se regocija uno con la vida pero también caes en cuenta de lo indiferentes que somos y del mundito en el que a veces nos encerramos. La Patrona es el lugar por donde pasa el tren ( La Bestia ) que viene desde el sur de Mexicio, Arriaga Chiapas y al cual se suben los migrantes que vienen de Honduras, El Salvador, Guatemala etc. en este lugar de 3 mil habitantes hay 14 señoras que desde hace 15 años trabajan por su voluntad en darles de comer a los migrantes cuando pasa el tren, todos los días dos o tres veces al día tienen comida preparada , arroz, frijoles, pan y agua que empacan en bolsas de plástico y que se las dan cuando el tren a su velocidad normal, a veces el maquinista baja la velocidad cuando pasa por ahí porque ya lo saben, les dan también ropa, o zapatos todos los días desde las 7 de la mañana en una cocina de leña preparan la comida. Es solo desde hace como 3 años que esta acción humanitaria comienza a ser visible para la sociedad y el gobierno mexicano, fuimos invitados por una asociación de jóvenes que las ayuda, hicimos acopio de ropa, llevamos dos costales de arroz, uno de frijol, bolsas de plastico y cacahuates para ayudarlas, estuvimos el sabado y el d omingo, les ayudamos a preparar y cuando pasó el tren corrimos junto con ellas a las vías para dar la comida, claro que nos vimos medio novatos la primera vez porque tiene su chiste darles las bolsas o las botellitas de agua amarradas para que no te reboten a ti y te lastimes o a ellos, es algo indescriptible cuando pasa el tren con los migrantes agarrados y que extienden su mano y uno se lo logra dar, es verdaremente algo que resientes en el cuerpo, adrenalida, emoción pura, estas mujeres son felices cuando lo logran, uno es feliz cuando lo logra ¡¡¡ luego nos fuimos a Orizaba a las vías y les llevamos zapatos y ropa porque el tren se para y ellos se tienen que bajar a esperar que otro tren parta, ahi estuvimos platicando como con 25 migrantes casi todos de honduras y el salvador, llevaban 8 días en el tren bajando y subiendo, con frío y hambre los habían correteado los zetas en Tierra Blanca y se habían llevado a 20 ellos eran realmente sobrevivientes, dos de ellos hondureños se fueron con nosotros a la Patrona y durmieron y comieron allá, hoy los pasmos a dejar a Puebla porque iban con una cuñada que los ayudaría a esperar la llamada de aviso para irse a Celaya a contactar un pollero que los pasaría, unos de ellos iba hasta virginia , en las vías había un muchachito de 16 años que iba a Huston... fue un fin de semana maravilloso, pensamos en seguir colaborando y tratar de ir con la Patronas una vez cada dos meses o mes y medio, tienen muchas carencias, cocinan con leña les hacen falta muchas cosas para seguir con la labor y sobre todo animarlas y alentarlas porque lo que estan haciendo es un acto de humanidad invaluable ayudar a los migrantes a que ese viaje de tortura en el tren sea más llevadero o por lo menos ellos saben que ahí en ese pequeño poblado de Veracruz hay 14 mujeres que les dan una caricia con un poco de pan y arroz....

les mando este link
para que vean un documental de las Patronas mujeres maravillosas mexicanas.... ojalá tengan tiempo de verlo, Norma es la lider de ellas es una mujer maravillosa... todas los son, la mayor de ellas doña Leo...

Angry white people in Arizona - what are they thinking? Is it really so long since their ancestors came there, poor and hungry? The story brought back my grandmother, a Czech peasant from Slavonia and the stories I heard from her about the life through the Second World War and the aftermath, stories that shaped my lifelong conviction that men are a useless gender on the way out.

The men, mostly, were forced by random circumstances into joining random factions, they fought and they terrorized the populace. Women tended gardens, raised chickens, fed everybody - from German officers quartered in grandmother's house to every scared and hungry orphan that came up to the doorstep. Grandmother would slaughter one of her pigs, and then she would use every gram of it - smoke hams, make sausages, fry the skin and then throw the bones and  what else was left over into a lime pit and make soap. Towards the end of the war her older son was taken by Serbian royalists, now turned communist partisans, and buried alive. Her younger sun was in the woods with the partisans, and roads were full of dispossessed and fleeing.

The worst was the aftermath. The British turned over to the communists several hundred thousands who had fled across Slovenian border into Austria. Thousands were executed right there - in 1991 I met a woman in Denmark (with whom I share the last name) who was lined up with other children in front of a trench but survived the execution. The rest were force-marched across Croatia and into Serbia on "Krizni Put" (El Camino de la Cruz), along river Sava, and through Slavonski Brod where grandmother lived. And here La Patronas images come in: the women would brave the Serbian guards, come up to the side of the road and throw food to the endless procession of thousands and thousands miserable, starving and barely alive war prisoners.

[a Google translation of Mexican friend's letter]

Well, today returned from a visit to the city of the patron in Veracruz near Orizaba, tell them about this because it's so intense that when one rejoices to live life, but also fall into account what we are and indifferent the little world in which we sometimes locked. The Patron is the place where the train passes (The Beast) coming from southern Mexicio, Arriaga Chiapas and which are raised migrants from Honduras, El Salvador, Guatemala etc. In 3 thousand inhabitants there are 14 women who work for 15 years for his willingness to give food to the migrants when the train passes, every day two or three times a day have prepared food, rice, beans, bread and water packaged in plastic bags and they are given when the train at its normal speed, sometimes the driver slow down when going through there because you know, they also give clothes or shoes every day from 7 morning in a wood stove preparing food. It's just like 3 years that this humanitarian action begins to be visible to society and the Mexican government, were invited by a youth association that helps, we gather clothes, carry two sacks of rice, a bean-bags Plastic and peanuts to help, we were on Saturday and UNDAY, we help them prepare and ran when the train went along with them the ways of providing food, of course we saw the first half rookies because it has a joke to give bags or bottles of water tied up so you do not bounce off you and hurt you or them, is indescribable when the train passes migrants caught and extending his hand and one he does give is something that he feels verdaremente the body, adrenal, raw emotion, these women are happy when they do, one is happy when he does then we went to Orizaba to the tracks and I wear shoes and clothes because the train stops and they have to come down to wait for another train leaves, there were talking as 25 migrants almost all of Honduras and El Salvador, took 8 days on the train going down and up, with cold and hunger they had chased the Zetas in Tierra Blanca and had led to 20 they were really survivors, two Hondurans were with us to the patron and slept and ate there today Puebla spasms to leave because they were a sister to help them await the wake-up call to go to Celaya to contact a pollero that happen, some of them going to virginia on the tracks was a boy of 16 who went to Houston ... was a wonderful weekend, think about continuing to work and try to go with the pattern once every two months or six weeks, have many shortcomings, they cook with firewood they lack many things to continue the work and especially encourage and encouraging because what we are doing is an act of humanity invaluable help migrants that travel on the train torture more bearable, or at least they know that here in this small town of Veracruz there are 14 women who give them a pat with a bit of bread and rice ....
I send you this link
to see a documentary about the Mexican Patronas wonderful women .... hopefully have time to see, Norma is the leader of them is a wonderful woman ... all those are, most of them Mrs. Leo ...

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Servicing undergraduates

[Cannot keep up with the stream of email ordered tasks. One hypothesis is that there is more crap floating in, the other is that I'm slower. But my email is nothing compared to what my younger friends get from their undergraduates. Especially if you are a young considerate woman. Here is one of the reports from the front trenches:]

[...] there is definitely more crap floating in. My students send messages of the type 

"I cannot come at ... for ... But I can come between 13:17 and 13:21 on Wednesday or between 15:07 and 15:09 on Thursday."

(only slightly exaggerated).
 
"We have not succeeded in the homeworks and we didn't attend the first exam. Can we participate in the second exam?" 

(Yes, you can, according to university regulations but in any case you won't get any credits, also according to university regulations ... You should know that yourselves.) 

"I want to go to Spain as an ERASMUS exchange student. Do they have the courses "Introduction to bullshit 1" and "Specialization in dirty Maths 2" at University XY? These are the courses I still need to take for my degree."

followed by the threat

"If you cannot answer that on the spot I'd like to take an appointment."

Where are we?!? Kindergarden?


Sunday, January 30, 2011

Virginia-Highlands past

Pat Conroy, the author of "The Prince of Tides," grew up in the house next to mine, or perhaps second one over going south. It is a setting for an important part of "The Prince of Tides." In this wonderful podcast where he talks about the books that shaped him, Rosedale Road comes back: he talks about his mother reading to him and his sister, also a poet.

While I am on former neighbors: Daniel Pearl lived in this neighborhood in 1990's. As lead violinist in an Atlanta band called The Ottoman Empire, Mr. Pearl received the thrill of his musical life in 1993 when his band opened for The Kinks at an Atlanta club. His murder at age 39 hurts more when you read about him.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Instead of working on Slice & Dice draft with Stefan

anti-dote, to help you recover from the Xmass drivel:
Pretty Girls Make Graves
Soophie Nun Squad
Gaju
Waxahatchee - Sister Saint
Sara Cilantro (has vanished since 2010)
I Monster
Why this despair? Let us summarize where we are on the Dreams of Grand Scheme timeline:
My student's thesis topic was to use periodic orbits to describe turbulence. Instead, he styled himself a child of two famous theorists, is baffled that his paper with us is so much cited, made no progress on turbulence. Freddy, Vaktang, Yuheng and Evangelos finally did the essential preliminary steps, on a 1-dimensional model of a turbulent flame front. Jonathan was the first, with fellow Zappatista John, to really work on fluid turbulence. I still have to find someone willing to understand ChaosBook.org, so that we can quotient symmetries, slice translations, cut Poincare sections and finally recycle fluid turbulence.
A warm up to applying the Grand Scheme to Yang-Mills and general relativity.

Saturday, December 04, 2010

Brian Dykstra - Break The Bank S.W.A.P 08

Bail THEM out

The decline and fall of baby boomers

Prairie Home Companion: "Today I broke my previous record for number of consecutive days being alive"
If you are thinking of retirement near an ivory tower...

Baby boomers cannot not be the center of attention, even when they cannot remember why.

Now, if you think you have had a senior moment too many, take comfort in the anecdotes about Norbert Wiener’s absentmindedness: the time he reported the theft of his car to the police, only to discover that he had driven it to Providence for a talk and taken the train back to Boston; the conversation in an MIT hallway he concluded by asking his interlocutor which way he had been heading when he stopped to chat, greeting the answer by saying, “Good! That means I’ve already had lunch.”

And here, a bleaker view, lucidly laid out.. And why doing a PhD is often a waste of time.

Do doctors improve with age, while physicists and mathematicians are dead meat past 30?

On the cheerful side, Mimi (no spring chicken herself) notes: You know what Oliver Wendell Holmes said when he was 96 and saw a pretty girl walking down the street. He said,"Oh to be 90 again".
Jim Morrison: "No one here gets out alive"
Nevertheless, I do solemnly promise to stretch out mu dotage at least until my quasi-godchild Oscar's luminous being materializes by my side. This is contingent upon a black lady with a tinted-glass SUV blabbing into her cell phone while checking her Gucci bag on the back seat not running me over before then. (February 1 2011 such lady from Turner Broadcasting ran me over while I was crossing a pedestrian crossing, and she was stationary. When I got over 2/3 of the crossing, she started the car and run me into the ground - there was no way of jumping of the bike, her front-left end of the bumper got my legs entangled. I was bleeding, the left leg turned purple, I hurt all over for weeks, the front wheel got bent out of shape, but she did not get me. She's lurking out there for the next chance.)

Saturday, October 02, 2010

Whuz y'r name?

 (see also ChaosBook.blogspot.com/2024/12/how-i-got-my-unpronouncable-name.html)

Margy requests: "I am publishing the audio edition of The Cosmic Blueprint by Paul Davies. You are mentioned in the book

"The new paradigm amounts to turning 300 years of entrenched philosophy on its head. To use the words of physicist Predag Cvitanovic [relative of Predrag Cvitanović?] 'Junk your old equations and look for guidance in the repeating patterns of clouds'. It is in short nothing less than a brand new start in the description of nature"
and I would greatly appreciate it if you could please email me the correct pronunciation of your full name."

Here is how I pronounce it: 



and here is how Google transcribes this:
Tony, My mother just don't know. Hope to pronounce my name. Hey, what's up. Bye, but she's down, so I will try my best. The problem is that my first name has to wall and ceiling and I can't pronounce it myself. Yes, I guess. Talk to the claim deed from my biological clock. I'd like to give me a call. Yes, glad, that sweet. Tom credit check, see passage.
I love Google voice, it's better than having a cell phone - it emails me voice messages. The best thing is the transcription. For my future merry widow it transcribes things like (excuse the formatting errors)
Sara:      "I'll have a busy day"   gvoice: "I wish you would die" Predrag: "Hi Predrag"               "Hi pathetic" Predrag: "Will you?"               "Love you" Gene:     "Hey Predrag, it's Gene"               "hey Babe, it's Jean" Katrin:    "Hi Predrag, it's Katrin"               "Hi gets cobson" Ed:         "Predrag!"               "Hey brother" Sara:      "Hi, Predrag Cvitanovic"               "Hi, but in the back see if you haven't reached" Sara:      "Hi, Predrag Cvitanovic, this is your wife"               "Hi today that state that it's DC's, Joe Weiss" Gunilla:   "Hi Predrag, it's your long lost friend Gunilla"               "Hi, padzo H, this issue as long as I said, I'm going to know" A nurse: "Hello Mr. Cvitanovic, this is Rosalyn"               "Hello Missus. It's on a. This is Robert"  A sales person: "Good morning Mr. Cvitanovic"               "Good morning Mrs. Print out of reach" Diego:    "Hi Predrag"               "Hey Derek" Ed:         "the ophthalmologist"               "the office for malicious" Sara:       "transferred to oncology"               "it doesn't hurt to apologies" Sara:      "driving me crazy"               "hey Casey"
Sara:      "because I miss you"               "because Denise you" Sara:      "sleepiness"               "sweet business" Sara:      "kisses"               "He's Just" Sara:      "it's a mess"               "eat a massage" Sara:      "it's Ellen's birthday"               "A status birds" Sara:      "recovering from the dinner"               "recovering from the died" Sara:      "I'm back home"              "I have dot com" Sara:      "as soon as you can"               "that's nasty and" Sara:      "welcome back, kiss kiss"              "comes back. Thank you. Steve" Mitchell: "if I exist"               "the fight process" Barbara: "Itamar's coming"               "Hey. Mars coming" Gene: "would be just Clara"               "could be a stickler"  Katrin:   "how grown up Clara and Alexander have become"               "how the drawn up by mix up, but if not I have to come" Katrin:    "got back on Monday evening from our travels"               "got back on Monday evening from Allah. Travet..." Gunilla:   "Hi Predrag, it's your long lost friend Gunilla"               "Hi, padzo H, this issue as long as I said, I'm going to know" Siri:        "Happy birthday to you"              "Hi he has been you know" Sara:      "took the candidate out for dinner"               "took the copy that that 50" Sara:      "I'm on my way downtown. Hugs and kisses"               "I would be dot doctor Kai. Thank you sir bye bye" Dusko:    "it's 9 o'clock in Chicago"               "Center call think" Predrag:  "Hi Evans nothing of any urgency It's Predrag  I'm just calling to find out how                 Charity's doing.  Whenever. "                 "HI. I'm on the nothing. Overmilitarization brother I'm just calling to find out what                  services and Linda"
         Predrag: "Google Voice"                        "global lawyers"
Predrag: "working like it should?"               "black and black shirt"
Pretty sharp, nein? I do miss Denise very much. While I am at it, on a totally unrelated topic, my prayers are answered. I just have to fall on my head, and when and if I come back, I'll be speaking fluent German: Croatian teen wakes from coma speaking fluent German. You can write anything you want about me, just spell my name right.

Wikipedia criticism, and why it fails to matter - What Is Research?

Wikipedia criticism, and why it fails to matter - What Is Research?

Extreme Ice Survey - time lapse photography of glaciers melting

Extreme Ice Survey :: Home Page

Friday, October 01, 2010

This surfer is no Einstein

Hasten Jason, El Naschie Watch
[8 Mar 2010]
"The magic square did it! His colleague Prof. P. Cvitanović, a student of another extragalactic like El Naschie is saying the same."

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Shirin Neshrat "Passage."

Lolo writes: Blott spent a couple of days up here in the city with me. We went to the SFMOMA and saw the "Fisher Exhibit." There was a film piece by an Iranian woman, Shirin Neshrat. It was called "Passage."  Blott couldn't take it. She left and I stayed to see the entire piece. It was incredibly moving. It had a Philip Glass score and was approximately 15 minutes long. If there is any way that you can view it online, I suggest you do it. It was so powerful that I started to cry uncontrollably. The film was of a funereal procession in a very stark and foreboding environment, where the desert meets the sea. There were 150 men dressed in black carrying a shrouded body on a stretcher in a highly choreographed manner all around the dessert. In the distance, a circle of women in chadors dig through the rough sand and rock with their bare hands creating a burial mound in which to put the corpse. A young girl sits  in the foreground mimicking the circle of women building a miniature rock mound with small stones, then a wall of fire is ignited and unites the entire piece.

It sure is hard. Death is always hard. The inevitable. No escape. 

Greetings from atop Mount Davidson/self portrait with skull head /HALLOWEEN my favorite time of year/.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury

These are not good times for some of our dearest friends. The title of Blot's email "told by an idiot, full of sound and fury" says it all:

SEYTON

The queen, my lord, is dead.

MACBETH

She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

A bit of Atlanta economics in numbers

In "NY hedge fund partner trying to convert Atlanta ‘red' land into green space | ajc.com" Michael Messner, a 1976 Georgia Tech civil engineering graduate, says:

Over the past 10 years, government policies pushed vast over-investment in useless, unproductive commercial and residential development. Total real estate values reached $45 trillion, then fell by $15 trillion; the whole U.S. stock market is worth $14 trillion.

Atlanta’s retail vacancy rate is 13 percent, one of the highest in the nation. The Atlanta region has vacant office space equivalent to 24 empty Bank of America towers, the largest office building in the Southeast. Over 30 percent of homes with mortgages were in negative equity at the end of 2009, leading to one of the highest foreclosure rates in the country.

Because of this, Georgia leads the nation in bank failures. The city has lost over 30,000 construction jobs in the last three years. Atlanta has vacant lots selling for 25 cents on the dollar. Commercial real estate transactions are down 90 percent from 2006, so there is no liquidity in the market.

And Atlanta is park-poor. Less than 5 percent of its area is parkland; it is among the lowest metros in green space per resident.

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Brainless Fish in Topless Bar

One of persistent urban legends eating brains of MBAs is the story of critters that allegedly eat their own brains out, in a manner of high academic administrators. Debunked here:
Brainless Fish in Topless Bar | Fast Company

Thursday, August 26, 2010

This blog is above average

Estimated percentage of all existing blogs that have not been updated in four months: 94%

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Asperger's out

To my personal playwright, of K. und K. fame:

Got a gifted undergraduate - mathematically inclined (ie, what they diagnose as autistic spectral disorder nowadays). We look at each other in silence, mostly. Man to man kinda thing, no wonder no woman wants to do theoretical physics.

K:
Is the more fashionable label Asperger's Syndrome? I've heard it has a certain cache among autistics. I wish there were a way to tell if someone actually had autism or simply doesn't know how to talk to live people. Maybe he was raised on a lonely, isolated farm in Kansas with emotionally remote, deaf-mute parents, and the only one who truly loved him was a cow. Just a theory.
sorry K, Asperger's out - it had a cachet, and we were all trying to get it as a diagnosis, but the threshold is high - gotta be Dirac or Grothendick. Now it exists no more as a diagnosis, it's subsumed in the autistic spectrum. The magic is gone, bit like the magic is gone out of what used to be PanAm, but is now the Delta business class.

In March or so blah-blah K had an idea he was going to tell me about. I've taken a number in the queue with K so he can talk at me in a long uninterrupted stream. I'm married so I am trained, just gotta say yes o yes at regular intervals to indicate I'm still awake.

K:
Jokes don't travel well on email (or Facebook, as I've learned to my chagrin more than once). Besides, you can never expect a man to joke about his cow.
all of the contents of all my blogs are strictly confidential, and can be only used as a fodder for scientist characters in plays, mercilessly dissected.

Anyway, report form the trenches: HE is just sitting there bent over His desk, not torturing any Japanese. Depressed? Hard to know, we men do not get into emotions.

But today is an exceptional day, as I have - for reasons that fill my chest with pride - 4-wheels unpacked and ready to roll. Do you want me to pick up some pizzas to feed the brood, or they all have prior violin / soccer/ kung-fu / German literature club / Eminem support group/ ... appointments tonight?

K:
Doublet inspection day? Pizza would be a good thing, and well appreciated, especially by the Sophia doublet. This weekend?
Looking at my weekend schedule I only see vasty deep of existential angst - yet another weekend where instead of catching up I have sunk even deeper into impossibility of dealing with but an ever shrinking fraction of things that must be taken care off. Issue orders. Doublets have very firm opinions about such things, so to be specific:

You call the pizzeria of Ἁγία Σοφία's desire and order those and only ingredients that Doublet will consume, and I will unpack the four-wheeler (two wheels good, four wheels bad) and pick up the consumables on the way. The usual rules apply: adults converse about any fascinating thing in the universe, except for the small mammals at hand. They are hard not to notice even in the best of families. No dipping to 10 year olds IQs, OK?

K:
I would love to increase eternal interaction with my mother. Unfortunately I don't know how to contact her. But, speaking of the living nonAsperger's folk, I'll order from Athens pizza, if you want, though we're closer to a Mellow Mushroom.

Hey, speaking of plays, I'm tentatively starting a play about a humanoid-appearing robot head. Yeah, I know, sounds like fun, but it will be I think a play about how we form attachments, how we anthropomorphize, and how we grieve. And a comedy, of course.
Isn't this what we mean by "Talking Head?" Whatever. I'll drive from Virginia Highlands and pick up the pizza, say when and where. Should we take the Doublets to National Coming Out Day on Saturday October 10?

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

Correct attribution is hard, especially for the past

As mathematician and golfing visionary Doug Arnold wrote 3:33AM on Jun 10, 2010 (and I have archived the exact email, for the future historians of Google urban myths)
"Correct attribution is hard, especially for the past."

Doug does not do pro sports, I threw in the golfing reference as in US you have to be a sports celeb to gain street cred as a source of quotes. But he is a pro, and we are grateful for him for much other than golfing, see for example this.

Often one reads that Niels Bohr (or even Yogi Berra AKA "I never said the most of the things I said") said that
"It's hard to make predictions, especially about the future."

Anglo-centered webpages (see, for example, letterfromhere.blogspot.com and larry.denenberg.com) ascribe the quote to everyone and her Anglo-Saxon mother.

W. J. Moore, in Schrödinger, Life and Thought (Cambridge University Press, Cambridge 1989), p. 320 refers to this as an “old Danish proverb” that Bohr was fond of quoting. All Danes, however, know that it was the cartoonist Storm P. who said it first:
»Det er svært at spÃ¥, især om fremtiden«.

Well, not so. The gist of what follow (to you ignorant of Danish - much is lost here in translation) is that it goes back to 1930's and 1918, and presumably earlier than that. In old fashioned way, a source for the claim is provided: MP in the Danish Parliament during late 1930's. Steincke, K.K., "Farvel og Tak", p. 227. 1948 / Vogel-Jørgensen, T., "Bevingede ord" p. 124 (Gad 1990).

So it was not Storm P. Then it is attributed to Markus M. Ronner (though Anonymous in the comments below says "The quote can't be attributed to Markus Ronner -- he was only born in 1938."), where the track -for the moment- is lost in the fog of Germanic citations.

Which brings us to the general problem of correct attribution. Sir Michael Berry puts it this way:

But one ought to get things in perspective, and so I offer (not entirely seriously) three laws. First, there is the fact that it is hard to achieve justice in the attribution of scientific ideas, and this leads to

Arnold's Law (after the famous Russian mathematician): No discovery is credited to the right person. (Of course this applies to Arnold's Law too.)

The second law says that it is not only hard but impossible to achieve justice, because it seems that one can always find a precursor to any thought. So we have

Berry's Law: Nothing is ever discovered for the first time. (This too is self-referential.)

Here now is the third law, which I offer not because it applies to us (nor do the others, really) but because it is deep. It is a quotation from a philosopher:

Whitehead's Law: To come close to a true theory and to realise its precise application are two very different things, as the history of science teaches us. Everything of importance has been said before by someone who did not discover it.


Danish sources:
LUNDSKOV.DK :: Citater

Ifølge Politiken, Storm P. sagde ikke: »Det er svært at spaa, især naar det gælder Fremtiden«, det er et af de citater, man ikke kender ophavsmanden til.
• Ifølge K.K.Steinckes erindringsbog ”Farvel og Tak”,(s.227, 1948) var det en sprogblomst som faldt i Folketinget 1935-39.
• I T.Vogel-Jørgensens ”Bevingede ord” (Gad, 1990, side 124) oplyses bl.a., at Steincke pÃ¥ forespørgsel har oplyst, at han ikke huskede hvem der havde sagt det.
• Ordsproget omtales ogsÃ¥ i en den norske ”Bevingede ord”. Her skriver man: ” Det er vanskelig Ã¥ spÃ¥ - især om fremtiden, setning som har vært tillagt den da. forf. R. Storm Petersen. Dette er ikke riktig, og opphavet er usikkert. Ifølge den da. politiker K. K. Steincke (1880-1963) i Farvel og Tak, 227 (1948) er den falt i det da. Folketinget i tiden 1935-39, men verken Steincke eller andre har kunnet angi opphavsmannen. ”
• I art. ”9250”, i det norske tidsskrift Samtiden 1918, siger prof. Fredrik Paasche: ”Det er en vanskelig sak Ã¥ spÃ¥ om fremtiden.” At Paasche ikke bruker den vanligste formen, eller føyer til ”som bekjent” el.l., tyder pÃ¥ at sentensen er yngre enn 1918.”
• I ”Den store citatbog” af J.B. HolmgÃ¥rd (Reitzels forlag, 2.oplag 1993, s.118), er citatet ”Det er svært at spÃ¥, især om fremtiden” tilegnet Markus M.Ronner m.fl.

Sunday, June 06, 2010

Fight jetlag by not sleeping

SmarterTravel.com says:

Fight jetlag by not sleeping. The secret to fighting jetlag has been discussed by lots of travel experts, but we found the common advice—to stay awake until night falls in your new destination—to be unhelpful. “We have found that a shower and a short nap (no more than 2 hours) after landing is just the trick. Then we head out, enjoy the afternoon and evening, have a good night's sleep and are good-to-go! Check when booking hotels about early check-in, or even pay for the night before, so the room is available as soon as you land. Money well spent!” I’ve tried both methods, and for me, the mythbusters are absolutely right: A short nap and a shower is the perfect remedy to a long, sleepless flight.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

The best years of our lives

                                                     Waltham, MA - May 2010

For my niece Maia's Brandeis commencement

we had a family lunch in a nice, spacious Elephant Walk restaurant, wide enough that the whole family sat along one long table. Maia in the middle, and at the far right the grandpa Jerome, his wife and their girlfriend. They were laughing, giggling and having a great time, so I went over to sit with the three of them: 94, 95 and 96.

I was in my 60's so I wanted to know what to expect in the years ahead.

They were emphatic, all three: The absolutely best years of life are the 70's. When you are 70 you are relieved of the hum-drum obligations of adulthood, free to do what you want to do, still full of energy and at the top of your game. The 80's are a bit creaky - many small malfunctions. 

The 90's? Nothing to recommend.

Saturday, April 03, 2010

2^6

The Facebook, my Gawd? I've never had so many people remember my birthday. Three screenfulls of gmail inbox scrolling continuously like a screen saver.

Windbag Senior says: "Wait till the senior moments start. (I've been having them for years:2^5.)"

I agree - 32 is such wonderful age. Talkin' bout my generation? As to the symptoms... Constantly running to pee, having bowel movements at oddest times, beautiful girls looking through you as one would look through a train window - you have to admire my courage, [this to Rock'n'roll Dreams, who could not understand why I bother to carry on, already in 1978] to survive all that for so long.

2^6 is a good number, in base 64 it is 10, so I got to blow out one lit candle, and blow out one imagined candle standing for zero. Half of the Indians at the dinner were Jewish, so the cake was Passover cake, made of matzo flour. Really good.

Next day I windbagged my way through two lectures at Tufts. Under the portrait of Norbert Wiener as a 13 year old graduate.

We count our blessings.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Grothendieck has spoken: what now?

This declaration by Alexandre Grothendieck, has been placed on the homepages of the Grothendieck Circle (in French), and Ferment Magazine (in English):

Declaration of my intention to refuse permission to allow my works to be published

I have no intention of publishing, or republishing, any work or text of which I am the author, in any form whatsoever, in electronic or print media, whether it be in the form of entire works or extracts, whether or not they be texts of a scientific or personal character, or any other kind, or in the form of personal letters addressed to others - as well as all translations of texts of which I am the author.

All editions or transmission of such texts which have been produced in the past without my express permission, or shall be made in the future as long as I am alive, which will or has been done in opposition to my will, as it is precisely expressed herein, will be deemed illegitimate in my eyes.

To the degree that I become aware of them, I will insist to the makers of these pirate editions, or any other publications including, without my express permission, texts from my own hand (apart from possible citations of a few lines at most), that they immediately withdraw these works from the marketplace; that the directors of libraries holding copies of my works, that these works be removed at once.

If my intentions as an author, as clearly expressed here, are treated as dead-letter, then let the shame of their contempt for me fall upon the heads of those responsible for those illegitimate editions, and on the directors of the libraries that harbor them. (From the moment that one or the other be informed of my intentions)

Made at my residence January 3, 2010 AG

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Google.com/voice: 404 IT STINX

OK, I admit it: I never liked phones. I tried to live without one but having a wife and no phone is not possible. Actually, even before that - I moved into Livjaegergade without phone, but one day Carsten got so annoyed that he ordered one for me. As one fifth of Danes share the same name, and rest the remaining dozen names, they use their profession to distinguish themselves in the phone book. I got "fa." as a suffix, and an irate call from a ladyfrom the phone company to complain that I was misrepresenting myself, as I was no "fabrikant" (factory owner). Took me a while to get her to accept that I was a "fremmed arbejder" (foreigner worker), but she eventually gave up, and "fa." I stayed for next twenty years, with phone numbers everywhere: Copenhagen, New York, Chicago, Atlanta. Urrrgh. But at least I have no cell phone. Yet.

If one calls my google.com/voice number 404 487 8469, any number of phones in US that I set as active ring: home, office, Chicago home, a cell phone, or wherever I happen to be. If none of them answer, google.com/voice records callers message, and sends it to me by email. For example, one can try to pronounce my name, and it shows up in my email:

Whuz-yr-name?

It also transcripts it - and that is hilarious, it does not like any immigrant accents, so far only a lady from GaTech Human Resources got transcripted sensibly. Typical result is more like this:

You-better-brush-up-on-your-Shakespeare

If any phone picks up before google voicemail kicks in, then I do not get
a message - that's why I am trying to disable voicemail on all phones.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Inhuman Resources

I did my best to fill in my p-card (work purchasing credit card) and sign 7000 places, but not once since 2001 has this thing just gone in - always comes back to me multiple times. For example, there is some person in Inhuman Resources who does not like the way I sign these things. So I feel it less traumatic I put these forms in a cubbyhole of one of our administrators who actually does not do these things, but has gentle hands. It will be passed on, and come back to me in a few days.

It's also an occasion for celebration, because I refused to authorize Inhuman Resources to do a criminal check on me, so this is my last p-card, and from now on my attempts to get purchases refunded will take on a still more voluminous paperwork form. I was hoping for something more in the tradition of Anglo-Saxon jurisprudence (Magna Carta, presumption of innocence, stuff like that) when I immigrated to these shores from "them" (the comrades of former communist Yugoslavia).

Gowd, I must be turning Libertarian? It's something they are adding to Virginia-Highlands water.

But having all administration (financial offices, grant office, computer people) turn from supporting us in our work to running interference and policing us is getting increasingly tedious, so I'm getting edgy. This is what happened. First a secretary somewhere embezzled tens of thousands of dollars (our annual budget is 1.2 billion dollars). Then another secretary posted naked pictures of herself using work computer. The level of wrongdoing remains the same. To cite Patrick Jenkins, senior Information Systems Auditor (Whistle, April 2010):

It's important to remember that it's a very small minority involved in questionable activity. [...] The problems we run across are easily 0.01 percent or less of what we look at, overall.
Total 2010 GaTech budget is $1.2B, so we are talking about $120K in questionable spending. School of physics alone has about 4 people using most of their time generating paperwork related to faculty purchases. My wild guess is that we are spending between $1M and $10M to prevent faculty from initiating potentially questionable spending in $100K range. Would it not be much cheaper to assume that the faculty and staff consists of upright citizens, and criminally prosecute the few that stray from the straight path?

Nevertheless - transition took only couple of years - we have been kidnapped by a locust cloud of liability lawyers, who construe the purpose of the Flagship of Technology and Science of Southeast to be preventing people who work here from doing anything that could become a criminal liability for the institution.

In the old time my computer would greet me like this:

--- welcome to "zero", the CNS linux network server ---
--- ubuntu/dapper linux 2.6 2 amd86x64 ---

Now that KBG has taken over, it greets us like this:
This system is for the use of authorized users only. Individuals using this computer system without authority, or in excess of their authority, are subject to having their activities on this system monitored and recorded. Be advised that if such monitoring reveals possible evidence of criminal activity, system personnel may provide the evidence to law enforcement officials.
Well thank you so much. In my innate state of moral turpitude the thought that criminal activity might lead me to law enforcement officials never crossed my mind. Now I'll be doubly vigilant while engaging in it. And while we are at it, can you please hang a sign around the neck of every child entering the campus saying:

Georgia Civil Code Secs. 19-7-5/19-15- 1/49-5-180 and Georgia Criminal Code Secs. § 16-3-20. Parent or person in loco parentis reasonably disciplining of a minor has a justification for a criminal prosecution based on that conduct.
plus rest of the penal code, lest we forget. So now we are recruiting top talent by whispering sweet nothings in their ears while a job offer that reads like incarceration papers is in the mail.

As an added security measure, an unattended computer on my desk locks up every 15 (fifteen) minutes and pops up the above winged greeting. Then you press [ctrl][alt][del] and type in your user ID and your password, and voila! you can continue your criminal activities. Really improves your productivity while keeping you out of the jail. So everybody is lugging their laptops to work, and waiting for the day when a G4 wireless connection will liberate us. Part of our research is already running on John's off-campus server, and I'll have to move the rest as well.

The stupidities our IT Security Organs impose in their very effective work on preventing us from working... For example, CNS network Tzar and I could not [shut down] the Center communal W7 PC, so we had to request the KGB administrator to come, log in as administrator. What goes through IT people's heads I cannot fathom. My instinct is that if you give people a chance, they'll do the right thing. Why would they be doing science otherwise?

I'm writing pointless letters of protest, like to our telephone police. "They" just informed us that from now on they will erase any voice mail older than 30 days. So I'm trying to figure how to move all my voice mail to google.com/voice. They are not technology powerhouse, like us, but they seem to be able to keep voicemail for more than 30 days. If the locust cloud of liability lawyers does this to our emails - and - for added computer security - to all our computer files, the life will become so much simpler again. As secure as the death itself.

Followup: What I wrote above was in the morning. Since then I got this email: "You have turned in your January p-card statement. However, you have not signed it on the cardholder signature line. Please come by the Finance Office as soon as possible to sign your statement."

I'm fairly sure I signed that piece of paper, but not on the right dotted line. The world will collapse and both our departmental Financial Officers and I will be taken away in ball and chains if I do not "come by the Finance Office as soon as possible to sign". But I feel too fragile to attempt such a thing in my present condition.

Nobody said that life here would be a bed of roses.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

In the real world such defects could have consequences

My personal playwright, of K. und K. fame:

"The liberation of the laptop. We can work anywhere, any time, so we drift away from our offices, retreating into our own little cyberworlds, while the floors grow quiet as the prairie and the nexus of activity spins apart... Know what I have? A writing board, coffee shops, and a consortium of bastards. Go cry on someone else's shoulder."

"While a physicist's gotta hide, dramatista needs to feel the pulse of humanity and lots of bastards to get adrenaline flowing. Go get them!"

"Oh, I don't have to go get them, it's the theater community, I can't avoid them. On the other hand, knowing so many actors, directors, and, yes, playwrights, has given me an invaluable understanding of narcissism, callowness, superficiality, cravenness, hypocrisy, selfishness, and self-delusion. Fortunately, most of these people don't live in the real world, where such defects could have serious consequences. We are so much more comfortable in the black box than Out There, where the others don't realize how special we are."

"I've had some interest in [my own story] over the years, but that's never led to production. 2010 might be the year, though; I've submitted it to Essential Theater and to Stage Door. However, I've given up trying to figure out how ADs make their decisions. I've moved on."

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Do no count citations, impact numbers

This from D. N. Arnold, SIAM NEWS, December 4, 2009 (via my friend Gregor)
Integrity Under Attack: The State of Scholarly Publishing

Pay no heed to silly numbers - just check what journal the good publications that you have read are, publish there. Even that can be gamed and is, in good journals like Physical Review Letters; once you establish a little subfield, with a group of friends citing and refereeing each other, it can have a good run with not very good articles. There is no defense other than common sense.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Incurrable schmaltz

I cannot help it. Instead of doing anything sensible, I fell for this. And this. OK, here are a few movies that I love. They might be pure schmaltz, but I cannot help it - I'm an incurable romantic:

Off the Map
Genghis Blues (a wonderful documentary by my two nephews)
Everything is Illuminated (with lead singer of Punk Bordello as interpreter)
Across the Universe (the baby boomer relapse)
Run Lola, Run (a movie about sensitivity to initial conditions)

For adult couple viewing I recommend any of Sid Nagel's 10 best movies.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

You better brush up on your Shakespeare, Google Voice

I cheated - had Nick do the work for me and take picture of Blot. But get a load of this:

William Shakespeare - Sonnet #29,


When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least,
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate

For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.


as read by Blot

and transcribed by Google Voice:

When in disgrace with Fortune. I'm inside.
I will alluring be, we, my outcast state
and so I will definitely been with my blue skies
and look upon myself in curse my fate
wishing me like 21 more rich in hope.
Featured like a m like, and with friends possessed
design this Mansard and that meant scope
with what I most enjoy content at least
yet in these thoughts myself. Almost. This biting.
Hopefully, I think, on, the, and then my state
like to the market breakup day arising
from selling her things him at heaven's gate

for the i, sweet love. Remember such well Springs
at de nice want to change my state with king.

Yeah, I don't gain own.
We were 42 20 80, savvy it up and walk to do to reach Jandy are not Oktoberfest for feel it'd be air. If you do then.


To be fair, the last four sentences are in Danish, Croatian, French and German, respectively:

Jeg vil gerne ha' en ol.

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Alexander the Huge


what do you know? At the opening of Gunilla's exhibition (scroll on the right until a picture of two girls appears - then click on next until the big painting of little Alexander shows up) Alexander the Huge was the first paining that got sold.
So much for the theory that nobody buys baby portraits (other than one's own baby's).