Quote of the Day
Epiphye Corp.'s business plan is about an inch thick, neither fat nor skinny as these things go. The interior pages are slickly and groovily desktop-published out of Avi's laptop. The covers are rugged hand-laid paper of rice chaff, bamboo tailings, free-range hemp, and crystalline glacial meltwater made by wizened artisans operating out of a mist-shrouded temple hewn from living volcanic rock on some island known only to aerobically gifted, Spandex-sheathed Left Coast travel bores. An impressionistic map of the South China Sea has been dashed across these covers by molecularly reconstructed Ming Dynasty calligraphers using brushes of combed unicorn mane dipped into ink made of grinding down charcoal slabs fashioned by blind stylite monks from hand-charred fragments of the True Cross.
That is probably the most epic description of anything I've ever read.
Quote of the Day
I have a couple of friends that either have already served in the military or are currently serving. And I've noticed one thing in a book I'm reading[1] that seems to be pretty close to what my friends have confirmed.
Guys and gals from his high school keep coming round to visit, and Bobby soon learns the trick that his father and his uncles and granduncles all knew, which is that you never talk about the specifics of what happened over there. No one wants to hear about how you dug half of your buddy’s molars out of your leg with the point of a bayonet. All of these kids seem like idiots and lightweights to him now. The only person he can stand to be around is his great-grandfather Shaftoe, ninety-four years of age and sharp as a tack, who was there at Petersburg when Burnside blew a huge hole in the Confederate lines with buried explosives and sent his men rushing into the crater where they got slaughtered. He never talks about it, of course, just as Bobby Shaftoe never talks about the lizard.
While this quote isn't exactly accurate it does have parts of the truth.
My friends rarely ever talk about what they did or saw when they served and for a good reason too. Typically it's because there's no way we can relate to their experiences and the story or feelings are completely lost on us. Only once did a friend share a story and it was after a somewhat traumatic experience, so it wasn't exactly normal circumstances for him to decide to tell us about it. So next time you see someone who served, thank them and respect them enough not to pry a war story out of them.
- Cryptonomicon by Neal Stephenson [↩]
Quote of the Day and Something Cool
So I was sitting in my discrete structures analysis class today when a student asked a question about the homework. It went a little like this:
Student: How should we format pseudo-code in the homework?
Professor: Ah see pseudo-code is in that grey area. It's somewhere in between code and english.
Professor: You see me do it one way in class, the book does it another way and the homework assignment does it an even different way.
Professor: Think of it this way, pseudo-code is a lot like pornography: you'll know it when you see it.
Professor: So I'm not very worried about how you do your pseudo-code as long as I understand it.
The other cool thing that happened today was that I found out the owner of my favorite coffee shop is a pro-gun person. Apparently some of his relatives own a gun shop and he's done some shooting competitions. All very cool. It definitely explains why none of the employees ever freak out about me carrying my 1911 which looks giant on my hip compared to others. I'm a tall skinny guy if you didn't already know.
Computer Science Professor
I think I may have found my new favorite professor. After having 3 lectures total with him I've noticed that he rates cleverness of his proofs//examples in terms of how much beer you could win by betting others at a pub on the outcomes.
