Archive for March, 2008

Misuse of JavaScript annoys me

Saturday, March 29th, 2008

IMDB’s image provider has implemented the classic way of preventing image stealing: return false for the right-click or contextMenu event.

This annoys me so much.

Here, try right-clicking (or any clicking) on this link.

Ohhhh man, aren’t I clever and devious. I’ve told that link, via the evil JavaScript pseudo-protocol definition in the HTML <a> element to ‘trap’ your click events and do nothing with them.

And it’s so trivially easy to subvert, it just irritates me that this qualifies as security and / or is demanded by clients. A demonstration should suffice. In these examples, IMDB tries to prevent me from grabbing images out of their pictures tool. Sigh. Must it be so?

Or…

So, please, stop. Just stop. Because you don’t stop the slightly-enlightened from getting the goodies:

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I believe in Crystal Light

Friday, March 28th, 2008

At my megacorp we now have Crystal Light in the breakroom. These ‘single use’ crystal packs are to be added to bottled water ( boo bottled water! ) so that instead of having another bullet of brown sludge you can have a nice lemonade.

I, for one, welcome this change.

In that spirit, I provide an advertiser’s wet dream by repeating this mantra:

“I believe in crystal light / I believe in me.”

Seeing Richard Dawkins

Friday, March 28th, 2008

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Using special cameras, Getty photographs the president’s usually-invisible advisor

If you’ve been paying to the ongoing return of the Enlightenment, you know the name Richard Dawkins. Dawkins is a famous evolutionary biologist who, of late, has been spreading the message of atheism.

Dawkins’ primary book that has been the subject of a great many counter-opinions is “The God Delusion”. Lauren and I both noticed that RD was doing a book-signing at BookPeople downtown ( although I’m very thankful to live in a town where BookPeople exists ) and we resolved to attend…but then we found out there would be an ancillary lecture that evening at my alma mater. As such, we decided to drop the commercial endeavor and head to attend the lecture that night at The Hogg Auditorium.

Ticket Stub from Dawkins Lecture

Dawkins delivered his “standard message” wherewith it is understood that the reader can make himself familiar via youtube. It generally falls into the summation that:

“Religion is a bronze aged explanation of an exceedingly complex and beautiful world around us — we would appreciate the world more sans the notion of an interventionist diety. Oh yeah, and evolution isn’t random you twats. And don’t call children ‘Christian’ or ‘Muslim’ they’re obviously the children of Christian or Muslim parents, if we’re honest about it.”

Either side of the question that you stand on, you’d do well to see if you can refute Dawkins’ reasoning whilst remaining intellectually honest. I admit, I have a very hard time refuting his argument.

The four compelling questions Dawkins gives falls into this.

Reductio ad unum absurdumque

Dawkins (imaginary interlocutor): “List all the gods you think are false. “
Christian / Muslim / Jew / Zoroastrian: Done.
Dawkins: Now just one more.

More exactly spelled out at Friendly Atheist.

And this puts us into the very odd place of grade-school anthropology. That is, what was up with Santa coming? My Santa came and brought his presents on the day of the 25th and my familial presents had been opened the night of the night of the 24th. But, as school playground discussion will attest, some other infidels were brought both familial and non-visible third-party spectre’s presents on the morning of the 25th.

{{Aside One: For the record, I think my method is more sound in keeping the illusion alive }}

{{Aside Two: Isn’t it odd that my language for defending my way of having a personal relationship with Santa has already taken the language of holy war? }}

And what about kids born to Jewish, Muslim, or Persian parents? Does the hospital given them a sheet with the birth-certificate “NO, WE WOULD NOT LIKE SANTA TO COME”.1

And what about the tooth fairy? Some kids got more loot under the pillow than others? Did I happen to lose my teeth with a great number of others and thus my tooth’s value on the fairy market was devalued such that it only merited a meagre dollar versus ten ( or, in foreshadow to the My Super-Sweet Sixteening of American Culture, $20 )? Or was the alternative explanation that my teeth were less desirable?

Even in my before 10th birthday I knew that something shifty was afoot.

And as Dawkins says, isn’t it a amazing that everyone who has one god is sure they’ve picked the right one.

Atheism destroys the magic of living, you cold, cold person

Well, first of all, this is simply baloney.

parthenon

Is the magic of The Parthenon diminished because you understand the that it’s composed by Golden Sections? Dawkins makes the compelling case that the world of religious tales is less beautiful than that promised by religion. Consider the root of Abrahamic religion: God grants insert-patriarch-here some bloodthirsty right to slay some tribe, some right to stone some barbarian tribe to death, some right to farm some dusty tract of land in Mesopotamia.

If these men were in contact with the supreme force why were they quibbling over land usage and not discussing scientific or intellectual leaps forward like:

  • The Cat’s Eye Nebula
    catseyenebula
    It should be noted that this was taken by the Hubble telescope; for showing the primitive grandfather to the Hubble, Galileo was almost burnt alive by Catholic nutjobs
  • The function of the recursive mechanism of 4 simple codons in an acid as data storage mechanism that allows for all protein sequencing in the animal kingdom
  • Economic behaviors that would enable buyout of the Egyptian oppressor without requiring bloodshed
  • The Tampon

Dawkins argues that instead of the limited and quaint world offered to chieftains in dusty books by their interpersonal god, it is science that gives us a much more beautiful world to live in.

Burden of Proof

Many religiously minded people put forth the argument that “since one cannot prove X does not exist, it is just as reasonable to take the counter-position, X does exist”. Dawkins handily dismisses this claim using the “Russell’s Teapot” story. By this same reasoning, the aggrieved Kiwi in the article below has just as much right to be trusted as the police that locked him up:

SYDNEY — A New Zealand man has been sentenced to community service after telling police he was raped by a wombat and the experience had made him speak “Australian”.

Arthur Ross Cradock, 48, from the South Island town of Motueka, called police on February 11 and told them he was being raped at his home by the wombat and he needed help, The Nelson Mail newspaper reported.

Source

Well, as we can’t prove the man wasn’t raped by a wombat, we’ll have to not hold him accountable for his actions subsequent thereto ( “speaking Australian” ).

{{Aside: Although, I can think of a certain world political leader whose horrible rhetorical talents might be helped by meeting the Henry Higgins wombat. }}

The defense is simply nonsense. If we were to accept this argument then “The Devil Made Me Do It” would have to be made a valid legal defense ( and surely in this Christian nation of ours, that would occur overnight, right? ).

I always find this a compelling question, most religious folk would naturally say they believe in jurisprudence and fair trial. But if they likewise assert they believe in a supernatural, persoally-involved diety, “Possession” would have to become a valid defense. The science of equity i.e. “law” or belief in non-visible, singularly personal motivations beyond rational control: you can’t have both.

And one might say, that’s well and good, but who’s it harming, this ill-considered religiosity? Allow me to retort, er, report.

Non-interventionism == Death

Police: Girl Dies After Parents Pray for Healing Instead of Seeking Medical Help

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Source

If a parent were to say that non-present, invisible voices told them to rape their children repeatedly and keep them in a cage in the basement it’d be called monstrous or attributed to mental illness.

What do we make of a person praying for help instead of turning to science? Let me note that in the history of modern times there are 0 recorded miracles, but medical treatment of diabetic ketoacidosis has long history reliable treatment vectors. Parents, let me ask you, when the chips are down are you taking your sick darling to the hospital or the church? I should suggest if you choose the latter, it would be convenient whilst there to make funerary arrangements.

Note further that this is not an edge case:

  • Heaven’s Gate Cult
  • Jim Jones
  • Massada

In any case, I found it a very interesting lecture and it’s certainly provided me questions over which to meditate. I hope that you do the same.

[SXSW2008]: Something’s gotta change

Wednesday, March 26th, 2008

One of my most bitter disappointments about SXSW2008 this year was the lack of tangible take-aways from the sessions. A quote that really inspired me before last year’s festival was this by John Gruber of Daring Fireball:

SXSW is the only conference I know where designers and developers hang out. Designers have design conferences. Developers have nerd conferences. http://daringfireball.net/2007/02/sxsw_2007_rands

True to this statement, I attended as a guy who knew a good bit of Ruby, knows a lot about Perl, and lives in a Unix-y environment. I left with a lot of great knowledge from disparate fields. That didn’t happen this year and I fear it may mark the shark-jump moment for SXSWi. I’ve written my concerns about the future of SXSWi and would appreciate any feedback. Please put comments in this entry.

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Reading a little fiction

Tuesday, March 18th, 2008

After I got back from SXSW I needed some hard-core abandoning involvement in the world time. I had taken a peek at Diane Setterfield’s The Thirteenth Tale, which I had ordered some time back but had not yet read, and he first chapter managed to get me involved.

It’s a gothic story that had a hook that immediately engaged me. A shy archivist engages a famous, aged, literary master to write her biography. This task is slightly more daunting than usual because the author has achieved fame and renown for giving incorrect details to those who have asked to know her biography. She explains how their eyes change from demanding and seeking the truth, to wanting “the warm comfort of a fat lie”. The writer, Vida Winter, suggests that within the recent past she has been approached by a guileless man who plaintively had asked that she “simply tell the truth” and that the need to speak the truth, perhaps in conjunction with the disease that is eating her within, prompted her to make an honest go of it.

…but she needs the rigor of an archivist to hold her to telling the true tale, and not weaving the scraps of stories that she still has in her satchel into another façade to enchant, entrance, and mislead the hearer.

Good set up, no?

True to a Gothic tale there are secret gardens and a decrepit manse in Yorkshire, men slowly maddening in locked rooms, ladies carried away to the asylum, a fire, children of questionable birth and the mystery of what would happen if your sense of identity were bound in two, not one beings ( more common than one might think ).

In all, it was a very fine read where the Modernist experiment in unreliable narrators telling tales ( Mrs. Dalloway or Memento? ) was wrapped in another layer, having the character put the unreliable tale in a crucible and ask the reader to work with her to distill away the confusion.

I recommend it.

I love the subjunctive

Thursday, March 13th, 2008

Let there be no doubt, I love the subjunctive mood. It is oh, so very fine. Just think of it, a whole mood for expressing things imagined, desired, wished for, aspired to, and on occasion thoroughly contrary to fact.

  • If the sun were shining, I could plant a garden.
  • If I weren’t all hayfevery, I’d feel like running up a hill.
  • If the president weren’t a goofus, he’d be leading the world versus kicking it in Africa

Betimes I wonder, do I, like the overly flowery narrator in Camus’ «La Chute)» over-use the subjunctive; perhaps to the point of misuse?

I checked out the cute Mignon Fogarty ( lulz for my Francophonic friends ), AKA Grammar Girl’s thoughts on the matter which ultimately pointed me to Bartleby.

Something that came out in Mignon’s podcast and in Bartleby is that when the supposition, that imagined or wished for simply could never happen, the subjunctive is appropriate. If it might happen one ought prefer the indicative mood.

This question is humorously explored by Loudon Wainwright II in his humorous acronomic folk-song “IWIWAL”. Decompression of acronym and further thought after the jump.

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One the evening of day 1 while Mike and I were returning from a quick run to a convenience store, we approached the doorway of the Hilton. I grabbed the door and opened it. Mike, still talking to me took an eager step forward and noticed some non-SXSW elderly attempting to come out of the door. Mike then, stopped suddenly and a gentleman coming off of the sidewalk behind him had to stop suddenly causing him to visibly grimace in exasperation.

Said I: “Yeah, it’s called being mannerly.”

So, let me state this.

  1. When you approach a door, open it, if someone is directly behind you, let them go through the door ( if she is a cute female, you will see the reason this attitude was generated )
  2. When you step through a door or someone holds one open for you, pay note, is someone on the inside coming out? If so, let them come out. If the way is free, please enter.
  3. If someone holds the door open for you, it’ appropriate to thank them

I’m sorry your parents didn’t teach you these things, or you lived in a place that de-sensitized you from how to be a civil ( derived from civis meaning citizen, meaning a person of the city, there’s a reason manners and dense living go hand-in-hand ), but ‘round here in Texas, we’ve not let that be eradicated.

Update: And yet again. As we entered the packed session on wireframing, as we entered and tried to find a way not to step onto feet, some dude with his laptop bag and his portly frame basically barreled his way through the narrow door. As he walk passed, a certain individual typing this was heard to mutter “Nice manners!”.

Embarrassing. It’s a pity they don’t know that they should be embarrassed by their impropriety (see: Böll’s The Clown)

[SXSW2008]: Day 3

Sunday, March 9th, 2008

At the end of Day 2, we adjourned from the Convention center and then headed over to the park across from the facility where the drink company FUZE was offering FUZE-cocktails. The FUZE was moderately tasty, but the FUZE+Tito’s vodka was absolutely nasty.

Accordingly we headed out to the Avenue A | Razorfish party at SIX on 4th and Colorado AKA, the bar built into the Spaghetti Warehouse ( quelle bizarre ). The music was good and Lauren discovered that she likes whiskey sours ( with a Steven-added garnishing cherry ).

Our posse then travelled over to Iron Cactus on 6th where Lauren advised all present to enjoy their Acapulco plate which, true to her recommendation, is delicious. Afterwards the posse seemed interested in going out and hitting more parties, in particuar the 16-bit. For a second year in a row, Lauren and I bailed early on Saturday night, went home and rested while the out-of-town set were free to drink and wait in line as long as they cared to.

We also held reckoning with the fact that we would lose an hour. Good thing to remember.

After the jump find:

  • Notes from “Wireframing in a Web 2.0 World”
  • Textbooks of the Future: Free & Collaborative
  • Conference Room Fun
  • Data as Art: Musical, Visual Web APIs

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