Public Notice

Hectic day. Had to motor to Guntersville for medicalist appointment. And run about on errands. So Latency.

First, acknowledgement that today is the seventy-fifth anniversary of the first edition of the Redstone Rocket which is the propaganda organ (like Pravda) of the Yankee Army in Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the HIll. If you are looking for amusement go read the back issues from years ago unless you are the kind of person who finds social mores objectionable. 

Second, I want to address the cries for disarmament in the wake of the massacre at Orlando. It is possible using maths to show that:

  • Disarmament is probably impossible and the more complete it is, the more unstable and deadly it is;
  • The most stable solution is to arm everyone in the sense that the number of casualties per incident are minimized.
  • And NO, I am not espousing some Repulsian line. Just Simple Country Physics. This is just simple stuff that the BOGs don’t or won’t get.

Thought Experiment

Ran across an article on Lifehacker about a “journaling app” for iPhun. This led me to the question: if I were going out and I could take either a notebook or my cellular telephone, which would I take?

Obviously, the response has to be based on some consideration of an ensemble. There are circumstances when I need to have communication capability at hand and there are circumstances when I need to take notes, and

This is the contentious part

notes cannot be taken on a cellular telephone.

Now that I have incurred the wrath of the GEN Y Bogs, I will elaborate.

I can take down short notes on a CT like phone numbers or a to-do item. But, for example, not a multi-item to-do list.

Or real notes like I take. Pages of maths interspersed with cryptic phrases. 

Add to that a stylus is a STERCUS writing instrument. (So is a ballpoint!) And a CT is too constrained a surface of hideous tactility for scribing.

Quod Erat Demonstrandum.

Happily I can almost always take both and decision is unnecessary.

Accidental (???) Juxtaposition

Third constitutional of the week out. Almost enjoyable. Still a bit colding but in its way better than the muggishness that will shortly set in like a too-long house guest. 

Have to motor to Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the Hill this afternoon. Family drill. Worm Grope. 

But I ran across this cartoon:[Link]

and it evoked some cogitation.

This happens to me not infrequently. More than I like to admit, usually. Klutz is one of my states. I tend to excuse myself that it is the result of excessively tight packing of the store by its proprietors. So they are enablers of the event.

But I also think of myself as a wave function propagating forward in time and the accident as a wave function propagating backwards in time from the far future and when we temporally intersect, BOOM! Accident collapses. This is, of course, the interaction picture that explains so much. I’m just not sure what the state of its testability is right now.

It seems appropriate the discuss this on an ice cream day because it has such intriguing aspects of deistic determinism to it. Not that I think the modal (or amodal) Southron Baptist can even begin to discuss this. More likely they will mentally label it blasphemy, pull out their sundae go-to-services firearm, and blast away at those they consider unrighteous. 

I keep waiting for a sermon to dissolve into Hobbesian conflict. 

Divergence is the Ground State

Off again this morning to the park for constitutional. Air temperature eight degF less than yesterday. Better walking weather. 

Repeated the exercise of yesterday of listening to podcast but within a minute diverted by their discussion of “Convergence”, the new end goal of BIG IT. Megahard and Canonical, primarily.

It’s rubbish.

Smelly, stinky, nauseating rubbish.

The idea of convergence is in essence a race to the bottom. It’s the idea that the phonelet will be the computing – i.e. CPU and main memory – that one uses for all one’s computing needs. One metaphor is that this stays the same as one scales up the visual real estate.

I am not sure how this is supposed to work on the first scale up from phonelet to ‘real’ tablet but the scale up to lap or desk box is to dock the phonelet with the box. 

I admit this is a neat idea. But it’s flawed. Why would anyone cram a multi-processor (say 20-30 cores,0 especially one of the upcoming 3-D CPUs with special cooling into a phonelet. They’d be as thick as my first cellular, one of those Motorola Flip-Phones. Nice phone for the day but it was also a defense against muggers and terrorists.

And what about RAM? Most phonelets these days have 1-3 Gb of RAM. I want a minimum of 16 Gb and preferably 32 Gb in my desk box.

And how do we handle video? I want my lap box to be HD minimum and my desk box to be 4K minimum. How does a phonelet drive that or interface between its video driver and box’s?

By now I hope you perceive the ridiculousness of this. What I do on a phonelet – audio telephone calls and texts primarily with some eMail when I don’t have to pay for the data connection – isn’t what I do on a desk box. And that is the Achilles heel of Convergence.

If you do the same things on a desk box that you do on your phonelet, then convergence makes sense. Maybe. But if you do real work on a desk or lap box, Convergence is a Red Herring, a rat hole, a criminal diversion.

So please stop treating me like a schmucklet and drop this Convergence chatter. It’s annoying and diverts me from being constructive. Which you aren’t.

Which is why I am downusing MegaHard (zeroed except for support to Scientific Word) and Canonical (abandonment of ALL the ‘buntus.)

Freedom. Creativity. Happiness.