Archive for July, 2004

In Memoriam: Francis Crick

Thursday, July 29th, 2004

Wednesday was just another day, but the world lost a visionary, a pioneer. One of the most important and seminal scientists of our age, Francis Crick, died on Wednesday.

Crick and his colleague, James Watson, are credited with the discovery of deoxyribonucleic acid, a substance that we, today, casually refer to as “dee-enn-ay” (DNA) .

How much richer is our understanding of the world, our understanding of science with this acronym in our collective lexicon? Any biologist can tell you that - Crick and “DNA” defined the boundaries, the terms, the task of biology in the 21st century.

But let me ask, “How much richer are so many non-scientific disciplines with only the mere idea of this substance?”

Vendors of anti-spam technology today include, in their literature I read, references to a “digital DNA”. From the layperson manager to the geekiest sysadmin technorati - we know instantly that this “Digital DNA” speaks of the essence of a thing, and that it is something that is propagated, extracted, communicated.

[Addendum (10 August 2003): A vendor is here to promote their anti-spam solution, guess what the background image is: a double helix, the word “genetic” in the background]

In our times “DNA” means “essence, the source of identity, the method of creation”.

{ This reminds me of the Silver Jews’ line: “All houses dream in blueprints” }

In the Literary Criticism camp we hear of the study of memetics, the notion of ideas as viruses …. and what, my friends is a virus, but a quasi-sentient, roving, carrier of genetic information (like an author, or perhaps a book itself, or an e-book - this interesting debate, brought to you by Crick)?

DNA, as a modernist art principle speaks to our age as well. It is a simple lattice made of strong and simple materials - sugars and phosphorates - that interweave in an ascending ladder to net something far greater than the sum of the parts.

Is this not the essential design ethic of our age? From simple and strong alloys shall we remake space, order, and line in our image - and in doing so we shall reflect ourselves again, and again, and again.

If you have one nearby, visit an Apple store — experience DNA as store.

(Although on a busy Sunday before the start of Stanford’s start of semester, the chaos reminds me of the unzip and replication process versus the stoic order of the lattice - as if a replication fork bomb of capitalism has blasted the academic nucleotide students into sheer chaos)

Back to the Biology sphere, DNA’s native conceputal home. In DNA, in the idea of a ladder in a cell, we have opened the possibilities into true medicine, changing cells at the core, rewriting the product from the template with gene-therapy.

Slowly Crick, Watson, and those brilliant people that destroyed my view with their Mission Bay biolabs in SF are turning God from Microsoft into GNU - they’re making His work open source (surely the copyright was lapsed, anyway) and giving it away.

This DNA meme (I do love infinite recursion) has enriched so many areas of intellectual development, I simply cannot imagine where so many diverse and exciting areas of intellectual development would be without Crick.

Thank you Mr. Crick…..

Keep in mind, my friends, that the kind of intellectual inquiry that builds on Crick’s work, embryonic stem cell research, has actively been opposed to and constrained by George W. Bush [link here].

Stem-cell research is essential for keeping America at the forefront of the economic race of high tech, and it ensures that great Americans, like Ronald Reagan, grandmothers with Parkinsons, and children with diabetes can have longer and happier lives. Remember in November voting for Bush is voting against science.

— Revisions: [ 3.VIII.04 - Fixed typo, clarified that Bush is against embryonic s-c research ] [ 3.VIII.04 - Decided to fill out some of the points a bit more after Dedman’s linking-to ] [18.VIII.04 - Added addendum, cleaned up]

Dangerous things happen.

Can you get anything done in the day, as a technical professional, without google? It’s pretty hard.

Well today someone decided to DNS hijack google and yahoo. Check out what they did to google’s DNS record:

Whois Server Version 1.3

Domain names in the .com and .net domains can now be registered with many different competing registrars. Go to http://www.internic.net for detailed information.

GOOGLE.COM.SUCKS.FIND.CRACKZ.WITH.SEARCH.[DELETED].COM GOOGLE.COM.HAS.LESS.FREE.PORN.IN.ITS.SEARCH.ENGINE.THAN.[DELETED].COM GOOGLE.COM

I put [DELETED] in there so as to restrain any benefit to the hijackers.

This is the danger of monocultures. This is why monopolies must be carefully watched, less their tendency to groupthink make them, and by extension us, incapacitated by a core attack.

The True Reason the Young look Young

Saturday, July 24th, 2004

Today at Dana street there was a young boy of about 4 years old with his parents of indeterminate middle-eastern / Mediterranean extraction. She surely was French-Algerian, or Lebanese and he was surely Persian or Greek.

In any case the boy, obviously worn out and of no age to be overcoming his fatigue with the choice beverages for sale at this establishment collapsed in a big teary-eyed cataplexy for no apparent reason.

His mother put him in her lap and he leaned against her shoulder, heavy lids growing heavier by the moment (no help that the only thing of interest in his line of sight was my grizzled mug).

Looking back at him i thought of that thick layer of subcutaneous fat in his face that threatened to puff his youth into androgyny and I came to realize that the reason the young stay young is that as we age we feed that fat as layers over our hearts.

We use it to forge a shell of scar tissue around all our hurts, grave and trivial until we are gaunt and look, in one fell moment, adult.

And that my friends is how we wake up, one day, not sure why, but strangely at peace with the day our d?mons fix.

…on what to sleep in (clothing wise)

. I sleep naked 07/23 10:07 … … … You’ll swear by it until there’s an ? 07/23 11:45

Monday

Tuesday, July 20th, 2004

On Monday I was in training learning about Exchange.

As much as I enjoy learning new things in the collegiate lecture atmosphere…

As much as I enjoy learning new things in general

I have decided that I abhor the Silicon Valley technical training institution. The only exception is Red Hat’s training class — the lectures and labs are geared to make you learn something.

At Sun’s training and Microsoft’s trainings though … even if you have the most competent, rhetorically gifted teacher — you will find yourself using the majority of your time trying not to let your eyes close.

“When confiuring server monitors the MiMS can be … zzz”

I was talking with my neighbor about this and I said I spent 5 years in school and she has attained her masters in computer engineering - we were left marvelling about how we never slept through those, but go narcoleptic in these.

Loot a-purchasin’

Sunday, July 18th, 2004
  1. iSight. If you use a visually friendly AOL client now, assuming i have the thing plugged in, you can see my mug. I have to figure out all the uses for it — so far it’s a glorified mirror.

  2. Book!

  • Hillegass: Cocoa Programming for Mac OSX (great book so far!)
  • Caldwell & Thomason: The Rule of Four (looks like da Vinci Code knock off, but I don’t care, I loved dVC).
  • Pagels: The Gnostic Gospels (heh, a bit of dVC philosophy)

I drove up today to SF for a bit of a lunch with Patrick at Chez Maman. It’s a good place to get a meal before heading off far, away. Afterwards I grabbed a cup o’ joe with bastard sugar from Farley’s. They seem to have painted there.

I miss the city.

Patrick is going to .de, .dk, and then to .se. Everyone (whose been reading in the last month) knows I love .se and its female musicians.

I’m hoping Patrick can give the lowdown.

Afterwards I stopped by in PA and hit the apple store. PA’s traffic, for once, was not completely brutal (even down University Ave!). iGot an iSight because iHave wanted one for a while now and some of my peers in .be are using them with some frequency — thought I’d join the club.

After that I headed down to Mountain View and worked a bit on my latest Cocoa roadblock — after 2 hours with only minimal progress I read a glowing recommendation of Hillegass’ book — I headed down to the Borders, picked up this book, and saw the Rule of Four. I had heard it mentioned on NPR and I bought it on a whim.

It’s been hot here and this hot laptop isn’t helping. Time for the cool repose of my bedroom. Nite!

Over ten years with PJ Harvey

Friday, July 16th, 2004

I bought PJ Harvey’s “To Bring you My Love” about ten years ago.

During that time I was hanging around with wonderfriend Mike and, one night, on a whim, I bought this album. The video for “C’mon Billy” had been in moderately high rotation on MTV (when they used to show videos during reasonable hours) with its strange whispered chant:

little fish, big fish, swimmin’ in the water, come back here and gimme my daughter

I would never have said “I love this album” - but I never tire of it either.

In recent years I’ve come to believe that the album is essentially maternal. In many ways, I wonder if the “love” she is singing about is the blood of a child, the father of whom is away, has left, or is dead.

Here’s a brief catalog of some of the turns of phrase dealing with child quickening, birthing, or the act by which life is perpetuated:

Here she’s talking about this deep desire to bring this love, and the offspring to this mysterious, dark, absent, father.

Cast down on my knees I’ve laid with the devil Cursed god above Forsaken heaven To bring you my love

I believe she believes this devil to be the father, perhaps named William?

C’mon Billy You’re the only one Don’t you think it’s time now You met your only son

Or about a lost daughter?

Oh, help me Jesus come through this storm I had to lose her to do her harm I heard her holler, I heard her moan My lovely daughter I took her home

Birthing children reaches a final desparate plea with her desparate wailing of:

Left alone in desert This house become a hell This love become a tether This room becomes a cell Mommy, daddy, please Send him back to me

How long must I suffer? Dear God, I’ve served my time This love becomes my torture This love, my only crime Lover please release me My arms too weak to grip My eyes to dry for weeping My lips too dry to kiss Calling ,Jesus, please Send his love to me I’m begging ,Jesus, please Send his love to me

It just leaves me in the mind of dark-haired Polly Jean in some dusty, western, hardscrabble town, her lover leaving, her belly swelling… It just shows what a desparate act - a sneer in the face of circumstance - birth can be. It’s all very Schopenhauerian .

One of my co-workers sent me a quicktime movie ad for IKEA in France.

You may want to watch this video and see something that is wrong, very wrong.

[ Warning, this video might remind you that your parents may have done something after that something resulted in you ]

I was so appalled I had to appeal to the only source of response that I could think of: mid-nineties Houston death metal band, Dead Horse, whose lead-in to Satan kissed my dog always answers the unanswerable (like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious).

Satan kissed my dog and cracked his moral shell dressed him up in a kilt and sent him to a Scottish hell

Whew, thank you Dead Horse.

Jealousy

Tuesday, July 13th, 2004

Patrik F?ltstr?m, TCP/IP Guru, IETF social butterfly, and co-worker, told me that he had the privilege of drinking a beer with Nina at the Nobel prize ceremony.

Patrik is one smart mamma-jamma who is also a fan of “Communication” in addition to a fan of OSX.

The Right Kind of Girl

Monday, July 12th, 2004

Mrs. Elyse Luray - (something)

I love the way you sleuth history.

I love the way you research.

I like your hi-lights and perfect teeth and the way you seem to enjoy trolling in dusty old tomes.

I love the way you have trendy sunglasses and that you wear them into dusty archives.

Thank you for giving hope to all the girls who volunteer in the library - and the guys who love them.