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old enough to feel ways about stuff

What lengths would you go to for something like grabbing a drummer’s sticks tossed into the crowd after the set was done or getting the band to autograph your copy of their latest album? Would you think that leaping into the air from the bleachers to grab the sticks was too much, even though the drummer’s “hot as hell”? Would you ditch your friend, who had just broken his ankle leaping for said sticks, to go harass the band for an autograph?

My FAST teammates couldn’t really understand it. I just thought to myself, man, I remember when I was that age and felt that way about stuff.

an explanation may or may not be forthcoming.

(10/365)

It’s difficult to provide an executive summary of why I’m doing this 365 project. An adequate answer to a question likeĀ  “why are you bringing your camera to lunch?,” requires more than just a few words and, at least in this case, isn’t unlike providing an honest answer when someone asks you how you’re doing: depending on the situation, he or she probably isn’t looking to hear your life’s story.

I guess that the need to even explain myself feels foreign. At least as of late, I’ve been so used to having my camera everywhere I go–and having it just being understood why I have it–that it seemed that everyone I know either a) knows specifically of this undertaking or b) knows, generally, that photography is serious to me. In retrospect, that probably only holds true for a subset of my friends, so I shouldn’t hold it against anyone if I’m asked why I have a camera with me.

Nonetheless, I reserve the right to be less than forthcoming if it feels like it’s just going to be an exercise in justification.

maybe that’s why I thought I was so smrt back then

One eye-opening presentation from last week’s Mission: Possible retreat (in which the futures of two extensions to IMSA were discussed) highlighted the discrepancy in the approach to education taken in the U.S. versus that taken in other countries. Max started off by asking us to consider the following sample science question from the ACT (click for the full-size image):

ACT sample question

The correct answer is (D). Sadly enough, this question does not require real knowledge of science, only enough to be able to interpolate from data in a table.

He then showed us a question from the national exam in Singapore:

Singapore sample question

I don’t even know that the concepts needed to answer this question are even taught to most U.S. high school kids. And maybe that’s the point. (For what it’s worth, I predict I would very well poop in my pants if I were presented with this question on an exam. Speaking of–it’s time to go back to panicking about the MCAT.)

Anticipation breeds raised expectations?

OK, so I’ve been terribly impatient lately. I placed the pre-order for the Treo 600 on the 3rd and waiting diligently for the 17th, the day that Handspring stated they would begin processing pre-orders. Well, they didn’t process it until the 19th; it shipped on the 20th and arrived at my doorstep rather dubioiusly on the 21st. Apparently my order had a signature waiver on file, so the box was left casually outside the door where anyone could snatch it. But never mind that. During that time, I was going wild with anticipation, growing ever impatient as compulsively refreshing the browser window contaning my order status yielded no change.

You can imagine my elation when I received a tracking number on Thursday night. Of course, I started refreshing FedEx’s tracking screen incessantly; the first few hours FedEx denied any knowledge of the shipment, until sometime after 10pm when many lines of tracking information suddenly appeared. Awesome!, I thought to myself, as I had been setting myself up wait through the weekend for the delivery if it didn’t ship until Friday (no weekend overnight delivery).

Friday morning saw me terribly unproductive as I waited for the FedEx guy at home as long as I could before I had to go to work (I had a lunch appointment at 11:30). I double-checked with the management office that deliveries would go there if I weren’t there to sign for it (unnecessary, as it turns out; see above), then I drove to work, where the obsessive-compulse refreshing of the tracking screen continued. Just before we left for lunch, my order was listed as “delivered”…huzzah! I thought to myself. Since we were already late for lunch I decided to wait until afterward to go home and pick up the package.

I picked up the box from the front door of my apartment building at 2:15pm. By 2:30 I was back at my desk at work, opening the box very calmly and setting up to charge the Treo before I started using it, like a good end user. Shortly past 5, the charging LED turned green and I tore into it. So pretty, so precious. I called my brother to christen the new phone and then went about playing with it for a little while before going home to play with it more.

A brief review of my experiences with the Treo 600 follows.
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Opinion: “Lost in Translation”

“Lost in Translation” is a beautifully simple story of two people searching for that certain something that’s missing from their lives. Scarlett Johansson and Bill Murray play Charlotte, a twentysomething recently-married philosophy graduate trying to find her calling, and Bob, an actor past his prime reduced to advertisements in Japan for Suntoury whiskey. Through the course of the movie, the two of them find that they have much to learn from one another. Both serve as mirrors for one another in that they see what was and what will be, but the paths of discovery that Charlotte and Bob embark upon would not be possible were it not for the present circumstances that bring them together and the amplification of their despondency by the surroundings of Tokyo and Japanese culture. Their relationship grows as close as is possible without breaching their own vows of fidelity to their spouses; were the age gap between them smaller and their external responsibilities fewer, no doubt would they be well-matched together.

The reward of the movie (and my favorite part) comes at the end where, after a week, they must go their own separate ways. The intensity of emotions as Bob and Charlotte both understand what they have found–that they have been found–and what they must inevitably give up is palpable as they say good-bye to each other, first in the hotel lobby and then finally in the middle of a busy street. Murray’s Bob and Johansson’s Charlotte feel incredibly perfect together, no doubt intensified by the exaggerated foreign land/foreign culture setting, but you’re not conscious of any sort of artificiality in Sofia Coppola’s writing or direction. And yet, they’re incredibly different, not meant to be together, an idea captured on screen as they hug good-bye and we see Scarlett raised on tiptoes to meet Bill, almost lifted off the ground by his embrace.

Both Scarlett Johansson and Bill Murray give wonderful performances in “Lost in Translation.” Charlotte is vaguely reminiscent of Johansson’s Rebecca in “Ghost World“, but her disaffectedness is more personal and more imminent here; her search for purpose is more easily related to here being a lost young adult than being an angst-ridden teenager. Bill Murray shows versatility in playing a character much more subdued than was found in his past comedic work; his performance comes off as feeling completely natural. Traces of his comic nature can still be found and they are put to good use, further illustrating his disconnection with his surroundings without distracting from the story or becoming a sideshow in itself.

“Lost in Translation” is a very touching story, and one that I’m sure all of us can relate to. The theme is common and yet will mean different things to different people. Watch it, and read it for what you will: translation, like interpretation, is subjective and personal. You will hear what you need to hear and take home the story (and the meaning) that makes sense to you.

Charting Chicago’s Blog-ography

First, a bit of history. I started keeping an online journal* in June of 2001, though I’ve had Web presence since around ’96. I didn’t get attuned to the concept of weblogging until the spring of 2002, when I fell in with a rough crowd led by yukino. He reminded me of how fun it is to publish on the web, long after the initial novelty of it all had worn off. So it was that I abandoned the publishing services of LiveJournal and adopted Movable Type to automate management of my new weblog (it’s my only concession to automation… well, that and album; everything else is hand-coded).

That was also about the same time that I graduated from college and was getting ready to move out of New York to Pittsburgh for a research stint at the University of Pittsburgh. nycbloggers.com had exceeded critical mass, and one of the things I regretted about leaving was that I couldn’t in good faith add myself to the 179th Street stop on the F train and be a part of the growing NYC weblogging community.

So it’s about time that Chicago had a similar map of bloggers, organized by El station as on nycbloggers. Now, we’ve got two–Chicago Bloggers and the Chicago Blogmap. The former site encompasses both CTA and Metra rail lines (city and suburbs) while the latter is CTA-only.

I honestly can’t wait to see these projects reach a similar critical mass. The bloggers are out there–there are 182 listed in the Windy City Weblogs ring and I’m sure there are many more out there. The lists are pretty empty right now, waiting to be populated, but it’ll be nice when you can go to one of the maps, pull up your station, and find more than just a handful of bloggers near you.

–where “near you” is a relative term. The advantage nycbloggers.com has over similar undertakings in other cities is that the NYC subway is incredibly dense and is matched by a sufficiently dense population. So, the numbers work out in their favor. In Chicago, the El comes nowhere close to covering the same amount of area as New York’s subway. Percentagewise, a larger number of people in Chicago rely more on the buses than trains than in New York. And you can’t map bus stops as easily as train stations.

Still, I’ve marked myself down as being near the Belmont Red Line station (even though I could have just as easily put down Wellington or Diversey…it’s all the same, but the Belmont stop is infinitely more useful). I want to put down some roots, if not for myself then for my blog. And this is my chance.

* Yes, I had an “elljay.” If you find it, you get a cookie.

ra-di-oh

Slashdot has an article about the first (or one of the first) Linux-powered handheld software radio. Most of those commenting are right on target, highlighting the world of opportunities software-defined radios open up. By interfacing a computer to a generic RF transceiver, one can pretty much do anything they can think of doing. Some, though, don’t really understand what’s going on, imagining instead computers that are turned into glorified FM radios that are already cheaply available. A bit of education is necessary at this point.

Traditionally, wireless is done mainly through hardware, from the simple Heathkits of yore, to homebrew radios and commercially-available radios that cost hundreds of dollars and use internally-developed ASICs (application-specific integrated circuits) for processing. Building such transceivers (I use the term ‘transceivers’ to further clarify that this is NOT something like writing a program to function as a mere broadcast-FM receiver) from scratch can become an expensive task and requires a lot of knowledge of practical electrical engineering.

In contrast, there are tons of software programmers out there, and all the knowledge they need is an understanding of the protocols that encode useful information on an electromagnetic wave. Proven digital-to-analog converters (DACs) are freely available, as well as the hardware to transmit and receive an RF signal. Coming up with applications to take advantage of them is as “easy” as writing a program to do the encoding.

Most radios are built to handle only certain types of communication, such as FM/AM broadcast, FM two-way communications, or digital CDMA/GSM communications such as what can be found on your typical mobile phone. Technology is progressing rapidly–analog wireless communications has been replaced by digital protocols, and of the digital protocols, the prevalent mode is determined (at least in the United States) by market forces. Changing carriers from, say, Verizon to AT&T (which is a switch between communication protocols) requires you buy a completely new phone, which only through the grace of subsidies doesn’t hit your wallet as much as it potentially could. Any switch or upgrade requires new equipment, which means more cash down the drain.

Imagine, then, if switching were as easy as downloading a firmware update. That is one facet of the promise that software-defined radios offer. The whole package becomes modular, and what’s more, each module is accessible to the consumer. Replacing an obsolete module doesn’t require purchasing a completely new package.

For those of us who like to tinker, this allows us to do much, much more than we could before. We now become limited only by the transceiver hardware. Any mode of communication is theoretically possible. All we need is a computer. Debugging projects become a whole new ballgame–it now becomes a matter of tracking down coding errors instead of isolating faults in circuits (did I solder that component correctly? did I accidentally shock that chip? did I read the schematic correctly?) and you don’t need an oscilloscope or network analyzer to debug your project (though they are certainly useful).

Already, people are exploring the potential of software-defined radio. For amateur radio enthusiasts, there is the Flex Radio and a 2-meter transceiver kit. The GNU Radio Project is putting together an HDTV receiver for your computer.

Hey, the sky’s the limit. Just bring your coding skills and a book on communication theory (appropriate transceiver hardware extra), and you can make anything from a simple FM receiver to even a Wi-Fi device.

New pinko commie tabloids!

Well, not really. Funny that I get my hometown news via a Pittsburgh blog. Anyway. Via Jilly: the Chicago Red Streak and Red Eye Chicago, two new offerings from the major papers that are aimed at “young, urban adult commuters” and deliver no discernible news that I can see, just a whole lot of fluff. Maybe a sort of “Entertainment Weekly” meets . Or substitute your favorite filler magazine for EW. It’s all the same to me.

Argh, what’s the point? If on the commute is the one chance during the day that these people will get to read a newspaper, I sincerely hope that they don’t pick up either of these new offerings. Pick up the Reader instead and read it on a lazy Sunday if you want to read that sort of stuff. It’s better to keep abreast daily of actual news. Makes you a better informed citizen in ways that matter more.

And about the “commuter-friendly format”: I’ve always seen it as a mark of distinction to be able to read a broadsheet newspaper while straphanging. New Yorkers know what I’m talking about: the ability to read the Times main section while crammed in on a downtown 4 train during rush hour. I scoff at the “commuter-friendly format.” Pheh!

Perspective

I can definitely say that working here has given me the opportunity to see certain things through other people’s eyes. Cooper, to an extent, has offered me similar chances, but not like here. Recent discussions, both with my peers in the department and ongoing discussions at my old high school, have made me look at my current situation with a different point of view.
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Headshots for the masses

So, the MR Research Center has some web presence. There are pages for the wonderful members of our department. Behold, some of the nutty faces that inhabit these halls.

The photos are nice, but couldn’t they be better? Your visage is getting published where anyone can see it. Why can’t we have headshots similar to what actors have? It’s win-win: the photographer gets some time with his subject, gets to know his subject, and in the process maybe a photo or two that really captures the person’s essence will be created. Then, there will be a page on the World Wide Web that this person can point to proudly and say, “That is me.”

I’m submitting a homemade entry for my photo.