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Monthly Archives: May 2003

i think it was the fourth of july

To kick off the long weekend, Pascal and I headed over to the Andy Warhol Museum on the North Shore. Browsed through an exhibit on Americanisms that also included a section curated by a group of teenagers that sought to compare and contrast adolescence in the 1950s with that of today. I learned that, apparently, today’s Miss Populars listen to Led Zeppelin… Also walked through a hallway covered with cow wallpaper, played with silver clouds, flipped through some covers of Interview magazine, spotted a Keith Haring-spotted elephant, and had a run-in with a photo booth. Afterwards, there was some time to snap some photos around the neighborhood and then it was time for 12 ounces of New York strip steak, medium rare, at the Pittsburgh Steak Company (but first, a brief stop at Mt. Washington).

Needless to say, I waddled home tonight.

boop beep boop beep boop beep

Can’t count down by month, and still too many days to count by, so:

Six weeks and two days.

Officially, it should be the fifth of July, but that falls on a Saturday, and counting the Fourth as a holiday, that makes Thursday, July 3 as my final day of work.

After that? Well, a couple days of respite, then the rescheduled ISMRM conference, then my high school reunion, then it’s “You can’t go now, Sheriff, we need you.” Somewhere in there I’ll have to squeeze in packing a one-bedroom apartment’s worth of krep…

the hard drive enclosure, the

So, the dual 3.5″ HD Firewire enclosure I ordered a week ago arrived today. And, wouldn’t you know it, il ne marche pas. Hooked it up to both my Linux box and my laptop running XP. I GET NUSSINGK. Time to try it on one of the Macs at work tomorrow. Regardless, it’s going back for exchange or sumpin’.

I cycled to work… is this the start of a healthier Anthony? HA. It’s an easy ride; there aren’t many hills between the apartment and work. It was pretty cool riding home, having a bit of a tailwind and some good gently-downward-sloping roads devoid of cars. All in all, it’s about a 20 minute ride–takes the same amount of time as riding the bus.

chop suey

It’s been at least six years since I last took a CPR class. Going through recertification (at 8am this morning, no less), it’s amazing how much I remembered.

YOU! CALL A CODE AND GET A CART!

Heard: “I can pass the baby around if anyone wants to practice.”
Parsed as: “I can pass the bong around if anyone wants to practice.”

(It’s still strange to me how I can enter the lobby of UPMC Montefiore and be on the seventh floor of the building… and where the hell did floors three and below disappear to?)

will you take us to Mt. Splashmore will you take us to Mt. Splashmore will you take us to Mt. Splashmore will you take us to Mt. Splashmore will you take us to Mt. Splashmore will you take us to Mt. Splashmore will you take us to Mt. Splashmore will you take us to Mt. Splashmore will you take us to Mt. Splashmore

Hot dogs, fries, wings, and beer at The ‘O’ were pretty damned satisfying, but I think I’d take good ol’ Vienna Beef at Chipmunks any day.

“How do you install something in Linux? In Windows, you download the program, double-click on the icon, and away you go.”
“Yes, that’s why we had to reinstall Windows on your laptop twice.”

(“Yeah, I reinstalled Windows on his laptop again.” “He seems to get into a lot of trouble with his computers… what do you think we should do?” “Install Linux, get him VMWare with WinXP, and don’t give him the root password.”)

“I think it’s about time to buy another computer.” Here, take my laptop and buy me a PowerBook pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease

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Surreal moment of the day: waiting for a bus at 7am with Saint Etienne piping through the earphones. For best effect, must have woken up an hour prior after three and a half hours of sleep.

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.

gnus

It would seem that Mother Nature has turned on the sprinklers a month late, but better late than never. So, I guess I’ll have to wait for the rain to pass before I can break in my new bike. (Thanks to Justin and Alex at Pittsburgh Pro Bicycles for helping with the purchase.)

Once the skies clear, I plan on doing some touring around the city, armed with camera. So I’ll have some photographs to remember Pittsburgh by, and hopefully I’ll depart a lighter person as well.

All I need now is that 12″ PowerBook and I’ll be set to go riding along Lake Michigan, find a secluded spot along the water, and do…computer things. I imagine that’s the way I’ll spend my days until I find a job, anyway.

speaking of tacos…

I had some wild dreams last night. I don’t remember the first one, which occurred during my main round of sleep (2am-7am), but the second one involved me flying to Los Angeles, landing at LAX and then making the pilot stop at a Taco Bell which was, strangely enough, located on a taxiway.

There was also a lot more green than I remember there being in Los Angeles. Like, real trees n’at.

Today’s noontime L&O rerun on TNT featured what I think is one of the more classic moments on the show:

[The police are searching a woman's apartment and come across a locked chest.]

Woman: It’s my hope chest.

[Ben Stone opens it and finds bondage equipment.]

Stone: What were you hoping for?!

playing catch-up

Friday: failed attempt at the movies at the Waterfront with Ryan, Azma, Henry, and Ashish led to a couple of pitchers of sangria (and some tequila for Ryan and me) and more drinks on Carson Street, then the evacuation of someone’s upper digestive tract in Ryan’s car prolonging the night.

Saturday: a whirlwind trip around the East End ending up at the Pep Boys to pick up some upholstery cleaner and Febreeze, then off to Schenley Park for a cleaning party and some frisbee throwing, complete with a cameo by FDO. Chinese in Squirrel Hill, followed by a worldwide tour of Oakland and then another trip to the Waterfront.

Sunday: the best-laid plans of escaping Pittsburgh (for State College?!?!) were delayed by the tightening grasp of the Marathon. Finally finding a way out around 11, then a three-hour trip through the hills and valleys of Pennsylvania to a town that confuses and infuriates me. It was a learning experience, though, as I learned that it is easy to gorge oneself on fifty-cent tacos at Taco Bell. More movies, Family Guy episodes, a Simpsons episode, and YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOHHHHHHHHHH (king of games) before heading out, but not before Pennsylvania tries to suck me in by cleverly hiding the turn from 220 onto I-99.

And what is I-99 doing in the middle of Pennsylvania?! It makes no sense.