Author: gulley

The MATLAB contest got Slashdotted over the weekend. The Slashdot thread linked to our contest pages but also to my paper hosted here on this site: In Praise of Tweaking: A Wiki-like Programming Contest. So we’ll see how much extra traffic I get to my site as a result.

I have always thought that the contest would be the kind of thing that Slashdot folks would like. Interestingly, the person who posted the thread observes “What makes the contest truly interesting is that the final phase is open source.” I agree with his assessment, of course, but it had the unfortunate side effect of making a lot of Slashdotters noisily point out that MATLAB itself is not open source, which is true enough, but a little beside the point. This observation ends up soaking up a lot of the conversation, but hey, it’s Slashdot. I’ll take what I can get.

Here’s a stranger-than-fiction story about music lost and regained. Actually, it’s more like nonfiction-inspired-by-improbable-fiction. If you saw Blade Runner, you may remember how Deckard zoomed around a digital photograph with his computer until he located a tiny but critical detail with a ridiculous level of magnification. A similar scene occurs in the funny but less memorable High Anxiety by Mel Brooks.

Now for the nonfiction part: someone finally took the time to look closely at a well-known picture and often-published picture of ragtime composer Scott Joplin’s piano. There, in plain view, was an unknown rag. The Rag Time Ephemeralist has the whole story of how the music was recovered. Here is the picture in question, and here is the (fragment of) recovered music. Knowing the story gives the music a haunting air. Lost but not lost, like a musical fossil, it had been floating in information limbo for a century. Give it a listen. As a curious side note, the Ragtime Ephemeralist article was written by the inimitable cartoonist Chris Ware.

Perhaps we are witnessing the birth of the new science of paleo-photography, or photoforensics, or maybe archaeo-archivology, in which lost worlds are recovered from their inadvertent appearance in someone else’s archives. With gigapixel projects like the modern View of Delft, how much of your life is already documented on someone else’s hard drive? Would you pay to see a gallery of distant or departed loved ones if those pictures were taken by security cameras?

Oh boy, have I found a great way to waste your time. If I know you well (and I think I do), you’re going to blow ten minutes easy writing pangram haikus. What’s a pangram? I’ll let font designer Mark Simonson answer that one: “A pangram is a sentence or phrase which contains every letter of the alphabet.” As such it is useful to font mongers plying their wares. Quick foxes, lazy dogs, etc. I’ll give you the link to the Wikipedia page for pangrams here, but you have to promise me you won’t read the combination pangram/palindrome. Some people should really be kept away from word games.

Anyway, font hacks like Simonson make a lot of these pangrams, so he built himself a tool: the Pangrammer Helper. Then, the web being what it is, someone decided to use his tool to make pangram haikus. And now that I’ve told you about it, you have to do it too. Don’t try to stop yourself; it won’t do you any good. And when you’re done, send me a copy. Here are mine.

I started with some dreary ninth grade pseudo-Eastern stuff.

a box of olives
a jumpy vendor coughing
wizened kumquats rot

After a while I warmed up…

Jazz up your pangrams;
show some alphabetic love.
“Quick red fox” my ass.

and finally

Need a quick web fix?
Try this dazzling site, by Jove!
Pangram haikus rock.

Your turn. How about a pangram/palindrome/haiku?

According to Plasticbag’s Tom Coates, “trackback is dead.” I’m inclined to agree. If you’re not familiar with the concept, trackbacks are a sort of blog-to-blog automatic signalling system. If I mention your blog in mine, then your blog gets notified automatically and records that fact in a visible record. The result is that your downstream influence is made evident. Only it doesn’t work so well. Or rather, it works reasonably well, but is primarily exploited for spam. I’m turning off trackbacks for my site. It’s not much of a loss, since I only ever got a few trackbacks, but comments are also close to tipping over into the domain of not-worth-the-spam-hassle.

Mucking out the spam day after day is a noxious task. I kept thinking that spammers would eventually tire of buying new domain names pointing to still more Texas Hold’em poker sites, since the old ones are being continuously blacklisted. But no, they NEVER STOP. And they seem to be onto a new strategy that has me worried: the latest domain names are mild-looking places like feidenfurniture.com. My guess is that they are hacking into other people’s disused sites and using them as referral waypoints to their real sites. In other words, the domain names that I’m blacklisting day after day don’t even cost them anything. Which is to say, they can play this game forever, whereas I will eventually tire.

I’m switching to some stronger anti-spam filters. Hopefully it won’t cause my real friends and readers to be blocked. Please let me know if you have any problems posting comments.

Lynn has a fascinating travelogue about her summer vacation in Siberia. It’s got some dandy pictures, too. Like every other Russian travel story I’ve read, nothing goes exactly as expected. I always end up asking the question, what in the world must it be like to live there?

Your special bonus reading comprehension question is: What did Lynn almost lose in a pothole outside Irkutsk?

Google google google, all day, every day. It’s making the people at Yahoo crazy. But they’ve got their own buzz machine going over at Yahoo, and some good work is starting to come to light. This kind of thing makes you love capitalism-inspired competition. The latest news is Yahoo’s Video Search tool. For a long time I have been trying to find a video of Diego Maradona’s famous solo goal run against England during the 1986 World Cup. I have tried often enough over the years that I can safely say this was once a difficult task (I never succeeded). But one quick search for Maradona goal on Yahoo Video Search took me straight to the object of my desire. I watched it. It was sort of a let down. Maradona makes the whole thing look so easy that it almost seems like a high school game. And if you enjoy soccer, be sure to watch the “Hand of God” goal from the same game, videos of which are returned by the same search terms. In this play, Maradona reveals his consummate skill at swatting the ball past the keeper with his hand (and getting away with it while the world watches). Soccer, you will recall, does not ordinarily involve the swatting of the ball into the goal with one’s hand.

Anyway: Yahoo. Google. Yahoo. Google. I suppose Pepsi and Coca-Cola sounded just as stupid a hundred years ago.

My daughter Carolyn’s second birthday is on Sunday. She is very cute. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about. Try this: go to the Musipedia Melody Search web page and enter these characters in the search field: “RUDUDDRUDUDDRUDDDDURDDUD”. As it happens, this sequence is a perfect match for the Happy Birthday song (copyright Mildred J. Hill and Patty Smith Hill). The sequence uses the so-called Parsons Code, which simplifies music to such an extravagant degree that all it keeps track of is whether notes go up (U), down (D), or stay the same (R). Against expectation, this stripped-down format retains enough information to zero in on tunes you only know how to hum. Musipedia (“Inspired by, but not affiliated with Wikipedia” as they say) has a giant catalog of tunes to compare to, but many of them seem to be things like Mahler’s unfortunate “Lieder eines fahrenden Gesellen No. 2 Ging heut’ morgen” (DUUUUUUUUD!). Still, it’s fun poking around. I found Another Brick in the Wall by typing in a random sequence (UUDDUUDDUU). I haven’t tried it, but they even have a way to whistle to your computer and have it look up the song automatically.

Until next time, we’ll sign off with the Rambles Weblog theme song…
DUDUDUUUDDUDUDD.