The wackos are crawling out of the woodwork

In the spirit of equal opportunity, the Huffington Post is providing a platform for that Sensitive New-age Guy Deepak Chopra*. For an M.D. (lapsed?) he seems remarkably ignorant when it comes to science. For example, one of his “leading principles” is “Consciousness may exist in photons, which seem to be the carrier of all information in the universe.” Paging Steve Weinberg….

UPDATE: Michael Shermer deals with Deepak in a kinder, gentler, and more comprehensive manner.


* Last heard of on a Buddha Bar Volume II track called “Desire (The Lover’s Passion)/Do You Love Me/Come to Me/Desire”, vocals by Demi Moore.

Call the men in white coats, no sharps

So Tom Cruise thinks he was a noted playwright in a prior life. What a raving loonie…..

“Shakespeare was deja vu for me,” said Tom Cruise. “It was so cool. I felt as if I had seen his words already, knew them all by heart. Then, after I began studying scientology, I realized the words had come from my heart in a previous life. That’s why I say that as glorious and enviable as my present life is, making ‘War of the Worlds’ and all those other great movies can’t compare to writing ‘Romeo and Juliet’ or the sonnets.”

Well, that final point is certainly true. But “glorious and enviable”??? Reminds me of Zaphod’s line in HHGTTG: “If there’s anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught and shot now!!”

(Via Huffington.)

You know it's Monterey Historics weekend….

I spent last night in Carmel Valley visiting family. It was hard to find somewhere to stay because this weekend is the annual Monterey Historics at Laguna Seca. You know it’s that time of year when there’s a Ford GT-40 parked outside Safeway, Porsches and Ferraris are as common as dirt, and it takes a brand new Lamborghini or a couple of Bentley Arnage’s to catch your attention. As I came off the Laureles Grade yesterday afternoon and turned onto Carmel Valley Road, I passed a pale yellow Jaguar D-type, street-legal, complete with the fairing behind the driver’s head. Gorgeous. (Though after much searching through A9, I’ve reluctantly concluded that it might have been this replica – oh well….)

Small is beautiful

For some reason I find this notion of a micro compact home wholly intriguing. micro compact homeIs it really possible to create a living space in a 2.6 metre cube?

The design of the micro compact home has been informed by the classic scale and order of a Japanese tea house, combined with advanced concepts and technologies in Europe.

The tiny cube provides a double bed on an upper level and working table and dining space for four or five people on a lower level. The kitchen bar is accordingly arranged to serve these two levels. The entrance lobby has triple use and functions as a bathroom and drying space for clothing. Storage is provided off each of these four functioning spaces.

To emphasize how small it really is, here’s a picture of a unit being hauled by an SUV. There are more details at We-Make-Money-Not-Art (definitely worth a browse), and more pictures (with German text) at sueddeutsche.de. Apparently you can buy one for 50,000 Euros….

(Via BoingBoing, not surprisingly.)

Please tick box if you know how to make a bomb

I’m glad to see that the bureaucratic mentality that asked me to to declare whether or not I planned to “overthrow the Government of the United States” when I first came to the US is still alive and well. From Harry Mount in New York:

Before Euan Blair took up his job this summer as an intern working for the House of Representatives in Washington, he had to fill out a DS-157 visa form from the American Embassy in Grosvenor Square.

The DS-157 is a special extra anti-terrorist form that asks Euan to give honest answers to questions like “Do you have any specialised skills or training, including firearms, explosives, nuclear, biological or chemical experience?”

It’s a pretty pointless form. If Osama bin Laden or Saddam Hussein were applying for a visa, they’d hardly tick the box marked “Yes – please explain.”

But, in any case, they wouldn’t have to.

The form is only for men aged 16-45 wanting an American visa. Saddam Hussein (b. 1937, Iraq) and Osama (b. 1957, Saudi Arabia) don’t have to go through this extra level of American security. Euan Blair (b. 1984, England) and I (b. 1971, England) do.

[…]

Issuing precise, catch-all prohibitions on the sort of post you’re allowed to send, or precise age ranges for extra visas, just means that terrorists work out ways of getting round the restrictions. They develop 15-ounce letter bombs that you are allowed to send by plane. They train adolescents and geriatrics to become suicide bombers.

If [you are going after] terrorists, you catch them by going to war with them abroad, or by using intelligence to track them down in your own country. You do not catch them or kill them by restricting what they send through the post or what diplomatic forms they fill out.

(From today’s Expat.telegraph, a newsletter that I subscribe to containing a few stories and many ads that might be of interest to expat Brits around the world.)

Has it really been eleven years?

This evening, I finally got around to doing something that I’d wanted to do for eleven years: visiting my old colleague and friend Rick and his family in Boulder. Some background: Rick joined Sun back in 1986, working with me on the 386i workstation. He and his family moved to Palo Alto, and then to Boulder, where they built themselves a house just outside town on a 7000′ ridge overlooking the Front Range. That was eleven years ago, and despite my best intentions my travels never took me in that direction. Rick left Sun a few years ago, and we drifted out of touch with each other.

A few weeks ago, when I knew I’d be travelling to this part of the world, I contacted Rick, and this evening I finally made it. The house, and the location, are spectacularly beautiful (see sunset picture); what was even more delightful was that all of us slipped right back into our easygoing friendship as though it had been eleven days instead of eleven years. (I say “all of us”, though the two children I remembered have sprouted alarmingly, and have been joined by third.) And as the rest of the family retired to bed, Rick and I rapped on: about music, about Macintoshes (he has a 17″ PB, I have a 12″), about the computer business, about their amazing power system (imagine a five day UPS for your entire house!), and about old friends. And finally I took my leave, and drove down the narrow gravel driveway, to the dirt road with the wicked hairpin, to the canyon road, and then through Boulder and back to my hotel.

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(But I shouldn’t have waited eleven years. Friends this good are worth staying close to.)

Sushi Zanmai

An unexpected delight this evening: wonderful sushi – in Boulder, Colorado of all places! – at Sushi Zanmai. Some of the best I’ve had outside of Japan and San Francisco. We were lucky, and got there at 6pm, just ahead of the crowd. (Memo to self: parking really sucks in downtown Boulder).

Stupidest op-ed piece in memory?

One of the things about travelling is that you often wind up reading newspapers that you don’t normally encounter. Thus it was that when I came down to breakfast at my hotel in Louisville, Colorado, the only newspaper available was MacPaper USA Today. I flipped to the op-ed page, and came across a spectacularly stupid piece by Peter Schweizer entitled Strategies or diversions? His thesis was that Bush’s strategy of invading Iraq rather than concentrating on al-Qaeda should be compared to Roosevelt’s decision to prioritize the defeat of Germany over that of Japan.

“With a logic that Bush would find familiar, FDR was lambasted by his critics for his WWII military strategy of defeating Germany first before focusing on Japan. They considered Germany a diversion. Wasn’t it Japan and not Germany that had attacked us at Pearl Harbor, asked Sens. Arthur Vandenberg and A.B. Chandler? One foreign minister called the idea ‘suicidal heresy’.”

The amazing thing is that he extends this argument over twelve paragraphs without once mentioning the fact that Hitler’s Germany was already engaged in bloody conflict all across Europe, and that as soon as the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, Hitler declared war on the United States. Let’s see….

  • FDR: faced with two foes, both of which have declared war, both of which are killing Americans and allies: chooses a balanced, albeit controversial, strategy to defeat both.
  • GWB: faced with an amorphous non-state opponent that has attacked the US, makes an incomplete stab at one related group (the Taleban in Afghanistan), and then invades another country (Iraq) that posed no threat to the US and had not been involved in the attack

Yup, that sounds comparable to me [sarcasm alert]. This Schweizer guy makes it sound as if Germany was peacefully minding its own business, leaving all of its neighbors alone, and when Japan attacked Pearl Harbor, Roosevelt suddenly took it into his head to put Tojo on the back-burner and lash out at Germany. What utter bollocks! Does the Hoover Institution really pay this idiot to write?

In defense of uncommon sense

A couple of days ago I read an op-ed piece in the New York Times by John Horgan, entitled In Defense of Common Sense. Horgan is (in)famous for his announcement of “The End of Science”; now he rails against the fact that modern science is counterintuitive and violates common-sense.

“Scientists’ contempt for common sense has two unfortunate implications. One is that preposterousness, far from being a problem for a theory, is a measure of its profundity…” [Can Horgan really cite an example of this? I’ve never seen one outside the field of semiotics, which isn’t a science.] “The other, even more insidious implication is that only scientists are really qualified to judge the work of other scientists. Needless to say, I reject that position, and not only because I’m a science journalist (who majored in English). I have also found common sense — ordinary, nonspecialized knowledge and judgment — to be indispensable for judging scientists’ pronouncements, even, or especially, in the most esoteric fields.”

I found this kind of stuff offensive on several grounds. From an evolutionary standpoint, it’s nonsense – why should the set of cognitive skills that evolved in support of a hunter-gatherer existence be well adapted to the study of subatomic particles, DNA, or pulsars? From a sociological (and ultimately political) perspective, it suggests that scientific rigor and willingness to follow where the data leads should be trumped by a populist appeal to lay opinion; Lysenkoism and Kansas School Boards lie in that direction. Note his use of the word “contempt”: he clearly wants to suggest that scientists feel contempt for those who live by common-sense, i.e. non-scientists. That’s the kind of thing I’d expect from, say, Pat Buchanan.

In the latest issue of The Edge, Leonard Susskind from Stanford effectively exposes the flaws in Horgan’s piece. However rather than quoting from Susskind’s elegant essay, let me cite the whole of Daniel Gilbert‘s blunt refutation:

“Horgan’s Op-Ed piece is such a silly trifle that it doesn’t dignify serious response. The beauty of science is that it allows us to transcend our intuitions about the world, and it provides us with methods by which we can determine which of our intuitions are right and which are not. Common sense tells us that the earth is flat, that the sun moves around it, and that the people who know the least often speak the loudest. Horgan’s essay demonstrates that at least one of our common sense notions is true.”

That’s wonderful. The second sentence ought to be printed on the front page of every science textbook.

Travel, with a bonus

This evening I’m off on a rather longer trip than usual: fly to Denver, a week of meetings at our Broomfield campus, fly to San Jose next Saturday, three days of meetings in Menlo Park next week, then fly home next Thursday (out of Oakland via Denver). Apart from a brief family visit next weekend , it’s pretty much all work. One nice bonus: the BOS-DEN and DEN-SJC legs both wound up being “Fare class A – discounted first class”. All of the comfort without the expense – delightful.