My Vision Of An Excellent User Interface

We’ve all had dreams where we imagine we’re doing work tasks.  Doesn’t that suck?  All night long your subconscious pretends you’re working like a dog.  Then you get up and do it for real.  Ugh…

That happened to me last night.  I dreamed I was making elaborate calculations on subsets of a database.  Then merging subsets and looking at pooled statistical properties.  Good grief.

But there was a twist.  I wasn’t dreaming about sitting on my ass in front of a beige box.  Instead I was somehow making calculations with a blacksmith’s forge.

This is good user interface. I want one.

I had a pavilion with bellows and a nice coal fire.  It was snowing outside but comfortably toasty near the fire.  I’d take a database (which my subconscious conveniently chose to take the form of bars of iron) and heat it up in the flames.  I’d grab it with tongs and hammer the sucker into submission on a big honkin’ anvil.  Then I’d plunge it into water and somehow just know the answer.    “Ah ha!  The standard error is sixty three units!”

I’d think something like; “I wonder what a merge of the other dataset would do to the pooled sample?”  Immediately I’d see a bar of some other metal like copper.  Into the flame it would go.  Then I’d bludgeon the two metals with the hammer.  Wham wham wham.  Fold it a couple of times.  Dump it into the water.  And I’d know the answer.  “Excellent!  The variance seems much more predictable now.”

At some point I was half aware this was a dream.  Not a difficult deduction given that I was hammering iron and copper and zinc and somehow that was turning up as non-linear regression.  But it was working!

And it was fun.

When the alarm went off I still had the memory fixed in my mind.  It worked damnit!  But by the first cup of coffee reality had set in.  You can make horseshoes with an anvil but not an ANOVA table.  Shit!

What a bummer.

Just for the record if anyone makes an interface like that.  (Steve Jobs’ successor perhaps?)  Sign me up!

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Lifesized Rubik’s Cube

I recently acquired a slightly used office desk. Like most furniture I own it’s made of slabs of pressboard with the bare minimum woodgrain surfacing. Like most furniture I own it’s been disassembled roughly five hundred times and it’s broken in several places. Of course I retrieved it in a disassembled state and instructions are unheard of.  (Who needs instructions anyway.)

I just had to look at the pieces until I got it figured out.

This is a lot like “free firewood”. It’s totally awesome, provided I bust my ass assembling it.

Well ya’ know what? I did it! Yeah man…it worked.  I’ve got one of my computers sitting on it right now.  Eleventy dozen screws and pins and holes and tabs actually lined up. I can’t believe it. The woodgrain surfacing even matches the flooring in my secret lair home office.  It’s a win of the cheapskate lottery.

It’s almost too good for a loser like me.  I never expected to get far beyond the plywood and sawhorses stage of life.  I’m pretty much a function over form kind of guy anyway.  I’m not used to it but it won’t take long for me to spill soldering tin and coffee on it…then it’ll look like something I own.

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Another Golden Pravda Winner

The Golden Pravda is a coveted award issued to recognize excellence in obfuscation wherever and whenever it is found.

The Golden Pravda is not issued according to a set schedule but rather at the discretion of a Curmudgeonly blogger.

(Note: Some people have argued that a yahoo with a keyboard and no other journalistic qualifications should not wield such immense power.  Others have pointed out that only a distant third party observer can make rational evaluations.  Debates on this matter inevitably hinge on one’s evaluation of credentialed Norwegians giving Yasser ArafatAl Gore, and Barack Obama Nobel peace prizes for blowing up discotheques, whoring Global Warming, and being Black respectively.)

A few days ago I issued my first Golden Pravda to NPR for sitting on the Gunwalker scandal eleven months after whistleblowers broke the story and then only mentioning it obliquely.  I was impressed.  It takes dedication to remain so studiously uninformed. 

Today I’m issuing a runner up award; The Silver Pradva.  This time to CNBC for showing six republican presidential hopefuls (including low probability folks like John Huntsman) while eliminating Herman Cain from the display.  Hat tip to Captain Capitalism (who pays more attention than me).  I’ve decided to limit it to a Silver Pravda (instead of the illustrious Golden Pravda) because I didn’t find the same display when I looked at CNBC (thankfully Captain Capitalism preserved a screenshot), because CNBC bores me so much I can’t really take them seriously, because I’m in a good mood, and because I’m keeping my powder dry for the upcoming election season.

Just for the record I checked out Cain’s current Gallup numbers:

See the guy who's 78% ahead of his nearest competitor in "Positive Intensity"? Yeah, he's apparently irrelevant.

A.C.

P.S. (Ironically my first Golden Pravda mentioned that NPR took the time to flog Cain before dealing with the minor detail of the Executive Branch fomenting illegal international gun running. Perhaps Golden Pravda candidates are a hive mind? I entreat future candidates to come up with unique obfuscation. Show some spirit!)

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Symmetry

This post was made at

11:11 am on 11/11/11

Ponder the cosmic significance of this numerical moment.

Cool eh?

Now, get back to work.

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Happy Veteran’s Day

A hearty thank you to all Veterans; living and dead.

A.C.

P.S.  That’s my flag.  I just took a picture.  You do have your flag out don’t you?  If not, what the hell is wrong with you?  (Also, no bitching about my flag being a bit frayed.  I didn’t notice it until I zoomed in the camera.  I’ll get a replacement shortly.  I don’t want to hear it.  Etc…)

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My Award For Crack Investigative Journalism

On December 28th, 2010 various whistleblowers blew the “cover” on a covert Federal government activity.  Variously known as Project Gunrunner, Project Gunwalker, and Operation Fast and Furious they don’t make anyone look good.  The full scope of these activities has been percolating through the mishmash of stonewalling, delay tactics, and inevitable disgusting revelations of a generic ugly scandal.  Percolating very slowly.

A scandal?  What’s new?  I suppose water is wet too?  But this isn’t just any scandal.  This one in particular is interesting.  It involves guns, criminals in foreign countries, and a dead Border Patrol guard.  Scandals about Enron stock and blowjobs are one thing.  Facilitating dead bleeding cops on American soil at the hands of foreign criminals is a whole different level of wrong.

Also (and I know it’s cynical but I’ll cop to it) I wanted to know what would happen in the presses’ co-dependent relationship with Obama.  Here is a scandal that left an honest lawman dead on the ground.  It’s pretty hard to ignore a bloody corpse.  Yet we have a president whom was installed by a press that practically worshiped his campaign in 2008.  How would this compare to Nixon’s Watergate or Regan’s Iran Contra Affair?  Nixon was an asshole and Regan was a conservative; would a modern day Woodward and Bernstein investigate a charming, black, liberal, president?  Or would this unfortunate (but true) failure wallow around the internet among flat earthers and moon landing conspiracy nuts?

Furthermore, it is my experience that presidents fall victim to their hubris in their second term.  You can set your clock by it.  My pet theory is that most administrations simply can’t keep their house in order for a full eight years and so most get the scandal they sowed.  The rest are torn down when their political enemies simply can’t be quieted once they’re a lame duck.  Thus a scandal is manufactured for those few that didn’t thoughtfully provide their own.  It’s not a particularity charitable theory, but I’m sticking with it.

So you’ve got a conundrum, a genuine “dead cop and smoking gun” tragedy that’s too absurd for any sane press to ignore.  Yet you’ve got an administration that in 2008 could probably have strangled a kitten on stage and they’d have spun it in his favor.  Also it’s too soon for the usual lame duck feeding frenzy.  How long would the press bury it?

In short, I wanted to quantify the lag time between “public knowledge for freaks like me that pay attention” and “public knowledge for the terminally uninformed” (regardless of whether it’s low brow Wal-Mart cluelessness or Ivy League self delusion).

The story broke in December 2010.  I, having no particular interest or news gathering ability, have been aware of it since early 2011.  You don’t have to be a genius to find such information on the internet (and winnow the likely truths for the crackpot stuff).  A trickle of news stories came out over the spring and summer of 2011.  But it certainly hadn’t made it to coffee shop level of discourse.

All this time, I’ve never mentioned it in “polite company”.  I’d sound like a batshit nuts paranoid fruitcake if I just happened to, say at a dinner party, blurt out “The BATFE allowed guns to go to Mexican cartels who used them to kill innocent people!”  Not because it’s false.  It isn’t.  It just plain sounds too crazy to be true.

This is something that annoys me.  Lots of things that are actually, verifiably, undoubtedly true sound crazy anyway.  Until folks stir themselves to learn the true thing I’m easily dismissed as a kook.  (I certainly look like one.)  And it’s always easier to dismiss a kook than deal with the uncomfortable possibility that the world is pretty damn weird.   Which is why I try very hard to discuss only weather and deer hunting in most social settings.

So why am I mentioning all this today?  Because today (November 8th 2011) is the day!  National Public Radio made a brief oblique reference to “Operation Fast and Furious”.  It was short and made very little mention of anything damning.  Almost like it’s routine for the Attorney General (Eric Holder) to testify before Congress that he doesn’t know about deliberately facilitated international arms smuggling.   It was shorter and came after reports about allegations that a pre-nomination Republican presidential candidate (Herman Cain) was accused of sexual harassment two decades ago.  Got that?  The sitting Attorney General’s testifying to congress about Federal gun smuggling is lower priority than a candidate/talk show host’s 20 year old legal settlement.  Really?

For bravely delaying slightly less than one full year I award NPR this year's "Golden Pravda". My personal award for journalistic obfuscation.

Therefore I declare that it takes eleven months and eight days for a whistleblower’s call to become something that even National Public Radio can’t ignore.

A.C.

P.S.  In case you recently came out of a coma (or depend on NPR for news) I’ll give a very crude overview of the scandal du jour.  Apparently a complex of Federal agencies intentionally and successfully managed to allow weapons to be smuggled from American soil into a Mexican drug cartel’s hands.   Hmm…bad guys with guns.  It plays out exactly as expected.  On December 14th, 2010 US Border Patrol Agent Brian Terry was killed in a shootout in Arizona with a weapon the BATFE knowingly allowed to be smuggled into Mexico.  Lesson?  Given enough power and sufficient hubris it is possible to scramble your brain until utterly insane actions like giving guns to Mexican crime syndicates sounds like a nifty idea.  Humility and politics are enemies, which is why these sorts of cockamamie ideas gain flight.

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Dance Break

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Bread Is Not Oak

Homemade bread stored in the freezer is as solid as a block of wood.

But this is not a permanent state.

It took me a minutes to come to my senses and wait for it to thaw.  All you fellows out there can learn from my impatience; put down the chainsaw and chill out.  There are worse fates than waiting a half hour before you can make toast.

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Math Is Hard

Coyote Blog presents us with this: Continue reading

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The World’s Most Predictable Milestone; Passed

  1. If you have a pulse you know Social Security is a Ponzi sheme.  (If you don’t have a pulse but you’re still reading blogs…apparently you’re dead and my blog is a hellish eternal torment.  Sorry about that.  Hope you had fun on Halloween.)
  2. Everyone knows that Ponzi schemes are inherently doomed.  (They’re also illegal.)
  3. Everyone younger than a certain age knows Social Security won’t be there for them.  If you didn’t know that, read and memorize the last sentence.  Act accordingly.  You’ve been warned.

    David Spade is 47 years old. He is old enough to know that there will be no (or very little) Social Security left for him. If you're about 47 and are counting on Social Security you're dumber than Joe Dirt. You don't want to be dumber than Joe Dirt!

  4. Thus Social Security is the rare sort of train wreck that is known decades in advance and it happens anyway.

But I am remiss.  I failed to monument the year 2010 as the time when the end game began.  Not that it matters.  It was a done deal years ago.  Many years of rudderless navel gazing procrastination made it mathematically unavoidable.

However, for the record, the year was 2010.  I refer you to the Washington Post:

Last year, as a debate over the runaway national debt gathered steam in Washington, Social Security passed a treacherous milestone. It went ‘cash negative.‘”

Note: The Washington Post requires a free login.  You don’t have to bother.  (I didn’t.) I’m merely using the link to officially mark the occasion.

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