nonplatonic nonplatonic b2evolution 2005-04-08T18:30:38Z Cable modem, burning bright marco 2005-04-08T18:30:38Z 2005-04-08T18:30:38Z

And I've seen speeds above 600 kB/s at times... ]]> project I'm working on scott 2005-04-08T03:13:20Z 2005-04-08T03:14:05Z For a class final project, I'm trying to develop something that can help people to understand/compare mortgages.

I did a little volunteer work for a lender last spring and was surprised at the apparent lack of standard terminology and clear references in the world of lending. I see this project as one way to attack that problem, although I go back and forth on whether it is the right approach, or can actually amount to anything.

Anyway, if anyone cares to check it out I'd enjoy hearing their thoughts.

This shouldn't be loose marco 2005-04-08T02:33:10Z 2005-04-08T02:38:42Z

I just noticed a loose piece on my bike: the ring in the left-hand image is dangling and swinging around the pedal axle. It looks like it should screw onto the shaft going through the frame, but that's not sticking out enough to catch the threads--as shown in the right-hand image, it's poking out a bit on the other side.

So for all you bike gurus: what should I do about this? The part in the right-hand image looks like it has two flattened edges so I could turn it with the right kind of wrench--should I go to The Missing Link and use their tools to screw that in? Or should I just bang on it to try to whack it back the other way to screw on the ring? Or is it something different that needs to happen?

Ozymandias marco 2005-04-07T20:37:28Z 2005-04-07T20:42:11Z
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

Once again, another song collin 2005-04-07T18:54:43Z 2005-04-07T18:54:43Z Shit Out of Luck, by Greg Brown

They groan as she passes, their time's gone by,
They wasted their lives in anger and sighs.
They groan as she passes, and make a few cracks,
Once it is gone, it don't come back.

They groan as she passes, she don't even see them,
Their sons are not here, but someday they will be them.
And groan as she passes, and whisper "Oh, fuck,"
My best years are gone, and I'm shit out of luck. I'm shit out of luck.

ben 2005-04-07T08:22:56Z 2005-04-07T08:28:51Z
Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
-Arthur C. Clarke.

Any sufficiently kind act is indistinguishable from love.
my kind ben 2005-04-07T07:01:26Z 2005-04-07T07:06:26Z I think love is that feeling you get. The one where you can't breathe or eat... or finish a novel. It's that thing that absorbs every moment until it destroys you.

It might also be something more comfortable. There should be another name for that. Maybe there is. The thing where you settle down and buy fondue sets. It's not love. It's not the kind of love I want to read about. It's not what I want to write about. It's not what I want.

Love is the fetishism of little parts until they become indistinguishable from the whole. Her eyes... her lips... the way she speaks... until everything she does is perfect. And nobody wants to have those expectations imposed... but it's not love if there's something better waiting in the periphery.

I don't want to be realistic.

More fun and desecration with babelfish marco 2005-04-07T04:21:40Z 2005-04-07T04:21:40Z This text has taken the path English -> Greek -> French -> Dutch -> English:

We gardons this truths to be clear, which all persons he right is created, qu they are financed by their author thanks to some unalienable rights, which are these life, freedom and the search of the luck enters. That for for they the these rights guarantee, the governments between the persons have been determined, the authorisation controlled by their strengths of exactly that when n sails in which form of government the destroying of it extrêmes becomes, it draw human right for changing are or qu withdraw, and qu the new government establish, who is foundations to such principles lays and which is strengths under their such form organises, if maggots will seem as of now probable for influence the security and their luck.

You'll probably recognize it, mutilated though it be. I think it's great...especially the last phrase. Hooray for babelfish!

90+% of open dirs are porn ben 2005-04-07T01:31:41Z 2005-04-07T02:12:11Z

GHAAALAAA! collin 2005-04-07T00:03:56Z 2005-04-07T00:03:56Z I was looking around at job listings on craigslist, when I came across...


I screamed...
Then I cried.

QED bitch. ben 2005-04-07T00:00:51Z 2005-04-07T02:09:41Z
The Economist has an article claiming computers will be doing math in 20-50 years.

"Why should the non-mathematician care about things of this nature? The foremost reason is that mathematics is beautiful, even if it is, sadly, more inaccessible than other forms of art."

First: Math isn't art. It's demoralizing rigorous work. It drives men like Godel and Erdos mad (assuming the mad aren't simply drawn to math). If, through the hand of providence, that doesn't happen, then they end up demoralized like Hardy. A life in math is a life of suffering. A life in art involves wine, love and the beautiful people.

Second: Sure, I can see computers filling in Flickr like meta data. They're good at that sort of mundane stuff, even if the algorithms aren't quite there. But proving things? No. The four colours proof wasn't done by computers. Computers only crunched some finite cases. They didn't come up with those cases. When we have a computer that can structure a proof, then I'll believe.

On the other hand, this proof automating software is cool. I want to use it for something. The manual for HOL:

NLP is stupid, I ate the babel fish... collin 2005-04-06T23:44:02Z 2005-04-06T23:45:09Z all language is stupid...

Can you recognize this before it was translated from english to french, to german, to english, to spanish, to french, to english, to chinese, to english, to chinese, TO ENGLISH?

Is perhaps the question order: If ethyl alcohol zuegel and is unworthy the fortune arrow completes suffers adopts surplus them or the arm were opposed the request excessive duty and by opposes tis nobly: Does not color in the order or, sleeps; And by the dream, first states you to complete sorrowful and the friend 1,000 vibrates normals, the meat and is inherits? Tis it respectfully wishes the consumption. Perhaps the color, the sleep has the dream sleep; I, is brings frotante there to stop dying, that this dream dream is possibly comes, if our slatterns balance in death except this for above, they must oppose the detonation elasticity.

Ghost in the Shell graham 2005-04-06T23:31:52Z 2005-04-06T23:33:25Z This is perhaps the most bizarre response to a job inquiry I've ever received.
I guess I'll have to be wary of haunted websites from now on.

There is no position available. The klein website has had some
technical difficulties and has been posting jobs that are not

Todd V-------
HR Generalist
(800) 313-8735
x 12---

ben 2005-04-06T22:08:29Z 2005-04-06T22:10:11Z I saw Clint Eastwood earlier today... panhandling for coffee money.
He had like 85 cents.

From "Art as Technique" graham 2005-04-05T18:21:22Z 2005-04-05T18:21:22Z And so life is reckoned as nothing. Habitualization devours works, clothes, furniture, one's wife, and the fear of war. "If the whole complex lives of many people go on unconsciously, then such lives are as if they had never been." And art exists that one may recover the sensation of life; it exists to make one feel things, to make the stone stony. The purpose of art is to impart the sensation of things as they are perceived and not as they are known. The technique of art is to make objects 'unfamiliar,' to make forms difficult, to increase the difficulty and length of perception because the process of perception is an aesthetic end in itself and must be prolonged. Art is a way of experiencing the artfulness of an object: the object is not important.

-Victor Shklovsky