Arg! Double Arg!

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There seem to be a lot of bureaucratic jobs out there. People shuffling papers around and about, sending them to and fro, ostensibly with a goal in mind of accomplishing some task. Sometimes that task is helping someone else get something done. Somehow, though, there are cases in which the metric by which success is measured morphs from “how helpful was this drone in accomplishing the assignment” to something completely orthogonal, like “how tidy is your desk” or “minimize the number of typos on your forms.” Unfortunately, those goals can be best achieved by doing no work at all. If success means “not getting into trouble,” then you’re motivated to always say, “no,” and if one way of doing the chore doesn’t get you into trouble, you insist on always doing it that way, even if the rules say other approaches are just fine. The hammer works, so every problem will be a nail.

On a completely unrelated note (wink, wink), I just found out that I won’t be going to an IEEE conference next week. It was very surreal, like I was in a scene from Dr. Strangelove. I fell afoul of a doomsday device — a hidden policy. And, as Dr. Strangelove tells us, the whole point of the doomsday policy is lost if you keep it a secret! The really annoying thing is that had I known about this bureaucratic mess beforehand it could have been avoided instead of surfacing three days before the trip, OR, I could have waved off on this trip and gone to DAMOP the week after. I flirted with the idea of going to both, but all that got me was a gin and tonic thrown in my face. Conferences are exhausting. Conferences back-to-back is suicide. (and, I should say, running back-to-back conferences is insane, but one of the DAMOP organizers is doing just that, as he’s running the IEEE conference as well. It would have been interesting to chart the frazzle factor)

Damn Hippies

I went out geocaching in the wonderful weather today. First stop was to check on caches I have placed, in response to a couple of emails from people who couldn’t find them. Sure enough, they had been muggled. One cache almost completely gone — only the lid and the logbook could be found. The second one was a multi-stage cache, and only stage one was missing. So it’s likely that these were discovered by accident and taken. Immature little … hippies.

Hobgoblins

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A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds. Consistency in how your program interprets rules, decidedly not.

The World's Worst Toaster

The World’s Worst Toaster

Fortunately it doesn’t belong to me. But the web experience described does — I buy stuff for the lab. I run across the “bad toaster” interfaces all the time. For the life of me, I don’t get why certain segments of the science/tech world won’t tell you how much things cost, or make you click through a bunch of links to be able to add something to my shopping cart. I would think that, by now, most companies would have learned that every extra step — every mouse click — is an opportunity to decide to shop elsewhere. Meh.

The Quote "Controversy"

“Smart” quotes, “dumb” quotes. Nobody has explained to me why I should care, or why one is correct and the other incorrect. I think some people are caring about this a little too much.

(At the moment, I can apparently post only if I don’t use any html markups. Blogging in the dark ages. Cut-and-paste the link, if you care to.)

(problem fixed)

What's Bugging Me Now, episode 2-19-08

I fucking opt out already.

I buy stuff for my lab. I get email. I don’t care if your widgets are on sale — if we don’t need one, I won’t be buying any. I don’t make any “OMG, those 100 microfarad capacitors are to die for” impulse purchases for the lab. (well, not many) I don’t like the companies that spam me like this. You don’t get partial credit for letting me opt out after I’ve been slimed.

This goes for cold-calling, too. I’m an adult, who managed not to kill, maim or noticeably disfigure himself getting a degree in experimental atomic physics. I’m capable of ordering a new set of of whatchamacallits when I need them. Sometimes even before, so we have them on the shelf! So no, I don’t have any product needs you can fill today. Buh-bye.

I'm Off…to do Humanitarian Deeds

Because I’m gonna be rich.

This is a new one for me. I’ve won the lottery, been asked to assist in moving money out of Nigeria, been asked to pose as a dead person to collect an inheritance. But now there’s this:

“On behalf of the Trustees and Executor of the estate of Late Engr.Lurther Braeunlich, I once
again try to notify you as my earlier letter returned undelivered. Late Engr.Lurther
Braeunlich made you a beneficiary to his WILL. He left the sum ($9,100.000.00 USD) to you in
the codicil and last testament to his WILL.

Engr.Lurther Braeunlich until his death was a member of the Helicopter Society and the
Institute of Electronic & Electrical Engineers.

Late Engr. Maxwell Effenberg died on the 13th day of December,2006 at the age of 80 years,
and his WILL is now ready for execution.

According to him this money is to support your humanitarian activities and to help the poor and
the needy in our society.

Please if I reach you this time as I am hopeful, endeavor to get back
to me as soon as possible via the email below, to enable me
conclude my job.”

Apparently the spamtards can’t even cut-and-paste properly — they switched decedents in the middle of the email. First it’s “Lurther Braeunlich” and later it’s “Maxwell Effenberg” (who left $13.1 million to his acquaintences. I feel slighted)

The passing of Lurther (sic) doesn’t show up in Google … yet.

Narrowing the Field

Primary season is upon me, and as with the elections last fall, I am being inundated with phone calls. I will take the same strategy on Tuesday as I did in November: if I get a call from or on behalf of a candidate, I won’t vote for them. It’s an open primary, so I can vote for either party.

I just got a call from Bill Clinton. Hillary is out.

A Quantum Complaint

It’s not a big deal.

By that, I meant that “quantum” does not mean “big.” (This is a peeve of mine. Not so sure it’s a pet peeve. Perhaps a feral peeve?) I ran across a blog entry about the use of quantum that wasn’t wrong as it usually is. (But the blog is by a physicist, so there you go.) Now the entry is a little awkward in that, at the end, it seems to imply that quantum means “small,” and it doesn’t mean that either. But quantum things are usually small, which is why the use of the phrase “quantum leap” is doubly irritating to a pedantic, anal meticulous physicist. Years ago I tried convincing Phil Plait of this, back when the Bad Astronomy website was an only child (no forum, no blog, just posts that addressed misconceptions), but he politely disagreed, though he thought my day job was cool. But he was wrong (about the former, not the latter).

The “opposite” of quantum is continuum, because quantum means discrete. A quantum jump can be the smallest possible transition there is. If I were to offer you a quantum pile of money (and for a limited time, for only five dollars!) it could be whatever number of pennies constituted a “pile” because the penny is the quantum of currency (in the US, at least). Money is discrete, not continuous. Now, it doesn’t have to be small, either. That’s just it — size isn’t inherently part of the definition. “Quantum leap” doesn’t really tell you anything. You need to know what the quantum unit is; if the leap is actually big it should involve many quanta. If it only involves one, then it means it’s the smallest leap possible, and you shouldn’t be impressed.

The comment “Perhaps, just perhaps, we’ll finally have an example of quantum meaning small!” is probably better stated as “Perhaps, just perhaps, we’ll finally have an example of quantum being small!” since most quantum things in physicsland are small.

Just don't show it

Censors wagging the dog

OK, for the Nth time in recent memory, there was a movie on cable, with which they just shouldn’t have bothered. If you’re going to show Blazing Saddles but are going to blip out every instance of words like “nigger” and “faggot,” just don’t bother. It’s a satire about bigotry. It loses a whole lot in translation when you try and clean up the bigoted speech.

Similarly, if you are going to show The Jerk, either leave “blowjob” in it or cut the whole damn scene. It’s pointless otherwise.