Archive for September, 2007

Friends of D

Was listening to some Howe Gelb last night and I was Googling around to find out about all his various side projects. One band came up on the outskirts of the Gelb-sphere that I had heard of before, but probably dismissed because of their silly name. But anyway, I got to downloading some of their stuff and had one of those “Dammit, why didn’t anybody tell me about this before?!” moments. So in case you’re like me and haven’t listened to these guys yet then let me remedy that right now:

Friends of Dean Martinez – Random Harvest
Friends of Dean Martinez – Lost Horizon

These tracks are from one of their more recent albums, which as I understand it, is quite a departure from their earlier, twangier sound. But whatever the case, it’s awesome, and I’d be enjoying it right now myself if it wasn’t for some jackass who just fired up a weed-whacker right outside my window. This is particularly befuddling to me seeing as how the entire hill in front of my apartment is covered with a dense growth of ivy, weeds and various other green leafy vegetation, and is pitched at about a 45 degree angle from the street. In other words, nobody’s using it as a “lawn” and so I really don’t know why anybody gives a fuck whether weeds, ivy or man-eating venus flytraps are growing on it. Maybe it’s shit like this that drove Howe Gelb & his compatriots to move out into the middle of the desert in the first god-damn place.

Noooo!

Been over this before and I always suspected that Google might kludge a Second Life style virtual world on top of Google Earth (I mean, if they can do a flight simulator, then why not?) But it seems like people are still going about this the wrong way (in my opinion). The “killer app” that Google is sitting on is not a wonky 3D social network as suggested in the Ars Technica article above, but a perfect marriage of GPS & KML (the Google Earth markup language) in a portable device. Let’s hope they get the gPhone right and then we can all finally know where we’re at, where we’re going and where to get a burrito along the way. And then we’ll get world peace. C’mon people… It’s what Stephen Fry would want!

Data Compression

Makes use of the revolutionary “lens codec” (included!)

Did a sentient financial instrument come up with this idea?

Because I feel like a human being would have self-destructed due to irony overflow by about two-thirds of the way in. Or maybe I just need to upgrade my DoubleThink™ processor? I’ve heard the new ones can hold up to 256 contradictory ideas in memory simultaneously, which I guess would be helpful in a lot of cases. Still… I think I’ll wait for the one with integrated Bluetooth.

You don’t know what words mean, do you?

Paul Graham on Philosophy:

Outside of math there’s a limit to how far you can push words; in fact, it would not be a bad definition of math to call it the study of terms that have precise meanings. Everyday words are inherently imprecise. They work well enough in everyday life that you don’t notice. Words seem to work, just as Newtonian physics seems to. But you can always make them break if you push them far enough.

I would say that this has been, unfortunately for philosophy, the central fact of philosophy. Most philosophical debates are not merely afflicted by but driven by confusions over words. Do we have free will? Depends what you mean by “free.” Do abstract ideas exist? Depends what you mean by “exist.”

Wittgenstein is popularly credited with the idea that most philosophical controversies are due to confusions over language. I’m not sure how much credit to give him. I suspect a lot of people realized this, but reacted simply by not studying philosophy, rather than becoming philosophy professors.

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“Much to the surprise of the builders of the first digital computers,” Rod Brooks wrote, “programs written for them usually did not work.” Something similar happened when people first started trying to talk about abstractions. Much to their surprise, they didn’t arrive at answers they agreed upon. In fact, they rarely seemed to arrive at answers at all.

They were in effect arguing about artifacts induced by sampling at too low a resolution.

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Aristotle’s goal was to find the most general of general principles. The examples he gives are convincing: an ordinary worker builds things a certain way out of habit; a master craftsman can do more because he grasps the underlying principles. The trend is clear: the more general the knowledge, the more admirable it is. But then he makes a mistake—possibly the most important mistake in the history of philosophy. He has noticed that theoretical knowledge is often acquired for its own sake, out of curiosity, rather than for any practical need. So he proposes there are two kinds of theoretical knowledge: some that’s useful in practical matters and some that isn’t. Since people interested in the latter are interested in it for its own sake, it must be more noble. So he sets as his goal in the Metaphysics the exploration of knowledge that has no practical use. Which means no alarms go off when he takes on grand but vaguely understood questions and ends up getting lost in a sea of words.

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In the intervening years an unfortunate idea took hold: that it was not only acceptable to produce works like the Metaphysics, but that it was a particularly prestigious line of work, done by a class of people called philosophers. No one thought to go back and debug Aristotle’s motivating argument. And so instead of correcting the problem Aristotle discovered by falling into it—that you can easily get lost if you talk too loosely about very abstract ideas—they continued to fall into it.

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We may be able to do better. Here’s an intriguing possibility. Perhaps we should do what Aristotle meant to do, instead of what he did. The goal he announces in the Metaphysics seems one worth pursuing: to discover the most general truths. That sounds good. But instead of trying to discover them because they’re useless, let’s try to discover them because they’re useful.

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If it seems like a daunting task to do philosophy, here’s an encouraging thought. The field is a lot younger than it seems. Though the first philosophers in the western tradition lived about 2500 years ago, it would be misleading to say the field is 2500 years old, because for most of that time the leading practitioners weren’t doing much more than writing commentaries on Plato or Aristotle while watching over their shoulders for the next invading army. In the times when they weren’t, philosophy was hopelessly intermingled with religion. It didn’t shake itself free till a couple hundred years ago, and even then was afflicted by the structural problems I’ve described above. If I say this, some will say it’s a ridiculously overbroad and uncharitable generalization, and others will say it’s old news, but here goes: judging from their works, most philosophers up to the present have been wasting their time. So in a sense the field is still at the first step.

That sounds a preposterous claim to make. It won’t seem so preposterous in 10,000 years. Civilization always seems old, because it’s always the oldest it’s ever been. The only way to say whether something is really old or not is by looking at structural evidence, and structurally philosophy is young; it’s still reeling from the unexpected breakdown of words.

Philosophy is as young now as math was in 1500. There is a lot more to discover.

Sorry about that extraordinarily long block quote. Hopefully it will prove useful! =)

Save the Children

Charlie Brooker apparently misses the days when he self published and could write whatever he damn well pleased (e.g. “Nathan Barley stands in a Soho Record shop dressed from head to toe in frighteningly expensive skatewear, bobbing his head loosely in time to an imported hip-hop EP while a malnourished Albanian prostitute half-heartedly fellates one of his schoolfriends in an upstairs flat until he climaxes onto the hem of his £60 Firetrap shirt and instinctively tries to wipe it off with her hair.”) In this week’s edition of “Comment is Free” (published by The Guardian) he laments thusly:

I hate offended people. They come in two flavours – huffy and whiny – and it’s hard to know which is worst. The huffy ones are self-important, narcissistic authoritarians in love with the sound of their own booming disapproval, while the whiny, sparrowlike ones are so annoying and sickly and ill-equipped for life on Earth you just want to smack them round the head until they stop crying and grow up. Combined, they’re the very worst people on the planet – 20 times worse than child molesters, and I say that not because it’s true (it isn’t), but because it’ll upset them unnecessarily, and these readers deserve to be upset unnecessarily, morning, noon and night, every sodding day, for the rest of their wheedling lives.

Note I used the word “sodding” there, because even though every single one of you knows precisely what word I meant to use, I’m not allowed to use it in print in case the whiny/huffy Axis of Feeble decides to piddle its pants with dismay at the sight of a commonplace assembly of letters. And they must be appeased at all times.

What these nitpicky, sexless complainists fail to realise is that sweary tastelessness is a celebration of life, as soaring and majestic as a gospel choir in full flow, and no amount of tedious squeamishness can alter that. Potentially offended reader – you are the offence. In fact you’re a four-letter word beginning with “c” and ending in “t”. Yes. That’s right. You’re an absolute clot.

Wacom Tomfoolery

What?

Moon!

Odds & Stuff

Felt like doing a totally random post today that will touch on a variety of completely unrelated topics. If you can find a connection between them (other than that they all concern me) then my hat is off to you, sir!

I have now eaten at all of your most notable East Bay Hamburger joints (as far as I can figure out) and I would rank them as follows:

  1. Nations’s Giant: This is the only “chain” one and I have to admit, some of them look hell of sketchy. But the one on University seems to be in very good shape, and that was a damn good (bacon cheese)burger. Not for everyone though, as it seems to come with a large amount of some kind of “special sauce” by default. But I liked it, anyway. Special bonus because they have a huge assortment of fresh pies as well
  2. Smokehouse: Smokehouse has probably got the best location (on Telegraph, but far enough south to not be overrun with the Junkies & Hippies & Hobos that accumulate directly below campus) & layout (old-school walk-up burger stand setup and a nice outdoor lawn/patio area with plenty of picnic tables). The burgers are totally decent but a bit greasy tasting. It’s good if you’re in the mood for it. Also, they have good hot dogs!
  3. Oskar’s: Just tried this one today, finally. It’s not “bad” by any stretch of the imagination, but compared to the other two, it was just a bit underwhelming. And in any case all these places aren’t even fit to lick the boots of the mighty Cross-Rhodes in Evanston. I feel sorry for these damn Berkeley kids, I really do. They have no idea what they’re missing.

I went in to T-mobile yesterday and got them to straighten up my phone & data plans, now that they’ve dropped the price on their “Total Internet” package. Previously I had the “Blackberry Internet” plan, which worked like a charm even though I have a Windows Mobile phone instead of a Blackberry. I was on that plan b/c it was $10/month cheaper than the “normal” plan for Windows Mobile devices, as it didn’t include free access to T-Mobile’s “HotSpot” network at Starbucks & Borders and etc. I figured… if I have a device with built-in cellular data anyway & I also live in a place where there is so much *free* WiFi, then why bother with the extra $10 per month? But now that the plan costs the same as the Blackberry one, I had no reason not to give it a shot. I still don’t think I’m ever going to bother with using the WiFi on my phone at Starbucks, but the nice part is, I can get on the HotSpot for free with my laptop now too. Which, I must say, is much easier than hooking up my phone via USB and using that as a modem. So here I am sitting at the Starbucks in downtown Berkeley typing a blog post. Woohoo! (Of course this is kind of a moot point as I’m across the street from the free Campus network so I could always use that one instead, but whatever.) What I’m *really* looking forward to is being able to use the free WiFi next time I’m at an airport, instead of having to pay the dumb $8 for 24 hours deal or whatever they’re charging these days. Why do I care about any of this at all? I guess I’m just a huge nerd or something =P

Speaking of the internet, I called Comcast yesterday after I noticed my 6 month “introductory” Cable/Internet offer had expired and my bill was now double its usual amount. I told them I wanted to cancel my account and they offered to extend the “introductory” offer for an additional 6 months. Funny how that works. I highly recommend that all Comcast subscribers give them a call and threaten to cancel. You may be surprised at the results. While you’re at it, try calling your credit card company and tell them you want to cancel your account because their interest rates are too high. That tends to shake them up a little bit too. Remember… Only suckers pay retail!

I went to a Pinball Museum / Art Gallery yesterday night. It was fun

I came across this “Odor Reporting Form” for people who live near the landfill / sewage treatment stuff in San Rafael yesterday. For some reason the “Smells like” section cracks me up. I want to sneak a doctored version of this form into some stuffy wine-tasting event and listen to people debate whether a particular vintage has notes of “Bay Mud” or a “sweet, solvent” finish.

Braniff: Believe It!

The commercial for Halo 3 takes itself pretty seriously, so I made this slightly more fun version to serve as a counterpoint:

Jah Almighty

Hm, I think maybe now I understand why Damon Albarn is so fond of the melodica. It takes the edge off shite lyrics. Case in point, this song what I wrote:

The Last Day [mp3]




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