Author: geoff

"It was twenty years ago today, Sgt. Pepper told the band to play"

I just received an email beginning:

Dear Geoffrey:

Congratulations on your 20 years of service with Sun!

In recognition of this milestone, we are pleased to offer you an award for your contribution and dedication to our company. To view your award options, please visit the website below. [Etcetera.]

Who’d have thunk it? [And come to think of it, where did that expression come from?]

I remember one hot summer day going to see Barry Folsom at the Sun sales office in Waltham. Barry had just been hired by Bernie Lacroute to head up the planned-but-as-yet-unstaffed East Coast Division of Sun. I asked Barry if his job offer was still open (he’d tried to hire me into the Rainbow group at Digital); he responded by asking me if I had any thoughts about how to accomodate IBM PCs in this new Network File System stuff that Bill Joy, Bob Lyon and Rusty Sandberg had come up with. “Yeah, I think so; I’ve been looking at NFS for our [Mosaic] OS,” I mused, and the rest is history.

Some thoughts on a new gadget

I just got myself a new Sony PSP. psp-in-hand.jpgHere are a few random thoughts accumulated over the last couple of days.

  • Sheer computing power. Two 32-bit CPUs (MIPS R4000@333MHz), a GPU capable of 35 million polygons/sec…. More specs here.

  • As soon as I’d configured the WiFi to access my home network, the PSP phoned home for a software update.

  • Where’s the web browser? Yes, I know the trick with the embedded game browser, but that doesn’t count. My guess is that Sony will wait until they’re ready to support streaming video on demand.

  • Standards, bloody standards. The PSP manual says that it takes a USB cable with a “mini-B connector”. I bought one… it didn’t fit. Eventually I got a different “mini-B” cable that worked OK.

  • Several nice packages for the Mac to sync with the PSP, including PSPWare and iPSP. I’m testing them both before picking one and shelling out the registration fee. PSPWare is OK so far, though the iTunes integration needs work. (It only supports MP3, not Apple’s AAC, but if you give it a playlist of AAC files to sync it does nothing, silently. It could let me know….) It uses Quicktime to convert video files into the special MP4 format used by the PSP, and the conversion rate isn’t too good on my 867MHz PowerBook.

  • Video blogging?! I found ANT, which is very cool. Engadget has a piece on how to make ANT and PSPWare play nicely together. The result? PSP-casting…

  • The games, oh yes… I got Ridge Racer (auto racing) and Darkstalkers Chronicle (2D fighter). So far I’ve spent most of my time with Ridge Racer, alternating between game play and open-mouthed amazement at the graphics. I’m waiting for Ghost in the Shell, which looks like it’ll be the hottest FPS.

  • Good grief, not another proprietary disk format! Will they never learn? (Probably not.) And why does Sony have to keep pushing its own flash memory format, the Memory Stick Duo? Yes, OK, prices are competitive (it comes with a 32MB card; I bought a 512MB replacement), but still….

  • Bottom line: it’s stunning. Graphics are better than the PS2, WiFi, audio. Please can Namco do a PSP SoulCalibur? Pretty please? The only potential weakness I can see is the battery: Sony’s claims of 4-10 hours have translated into 3-4 for gaming, less if the WiFi is in use.

On not knowing whether to laugh, cry, shrug and walk away, or gaze in fascination….

Dion Hinchcliffe is embarking on a project which I think I’m going to watch with morbid fascination: Taking Stock of Web Service Description. Specifically, he’s going to put up a simple order entry web service, and publish a description of the service in a number of different candidate service description languages (SDLs). The mind-boggling part is the list of candidate SDLs:

“The list of SDLs to try to use is: WSDL 1.1, WSDL 2, NSDL, SSDL, WRDL, RSWS, WADL, Resedel, SMEX-D, RDF, RDF Forms, OWL/OWL-S, WSML, and WDL.”

That’s fourteen different languages. Plus he’s going to explore how to use these with three different programming languages: Java, C#, and Ruby.

Back in the Craig McMurtry blog entry that I cited recently, he wrote: “One must grant though, that a primary and very good idea behind Jini lives on in Indigo. That idea is that there should be an excellent, simple programming model usable across any kind of networking infrastructure. In the years since Jini, though, we have learned a lot about how NOT to design those programming models, and those lessons suffuse Indigo.” With all due respect, Dion’s experiment demonstrates pretty clearly that there is no consensus whatsoever on the “how not to” question. It also seems to confirm what I said: that one size will not fit all, and that we’re going to need a variety of technical solutions ranging from Jini to WRDL and beyond.

My joke

Before the web, the best Internet jokes were disseminated via the Usenet group rec.humor.funny, run by Brad Templeton. A discussion on an internal Sun email alias just now reminded me of my one and only r.h.f contribution

Music, maestro
Seen in yesterday’s Parade magazine that probably accompanied a couple of million Sunday papers: an advertisement for a beautiful little scale model violin. According to the ad, it’s a 1/24 scale replica, measuring 8 inches long.

Screw the violin, I want to see the fiddler who can tuck a 16 foot violin under his or her chin….

[This was posted to r.h.f on Sunday April 25, 1993, at 4:30 am EDT, apparently from my Sun workstation called tyger.east.sun.com. I wonder was I was doing at the office that early on a Sunday morning. Or maybe I was travelling, and logged in remotely. On reflection, I suspect that I emailed it to the moderator, Maddi, and she finally posted it to r.h.f. on Sunday. Just think of the mind-boggling level of detail that the web captures for posterity….]

European Grand Prix (Nurburgring)

The story today is about tyres and gravel. It used to be the case that gravel traps were supposed to stop cars, quickly and safely, but in today’s race car after car was running off the track, through the gravel, keeping going, and able to drive back onto the track. Schumacher, Alonso, Raikkonen, Massa…. And the tyre problems for Raikkonen, Massa, and others were spectacular. First, watching a strip of rubber from Massa’s left front slice off the end-plate of the wing, and then just now, as I’m typing, Raikkonen’s crash at the start of the last lap, while he was leading; his flat-spotted right front tyre vibrated so much that his suspension finally failed.

My man DC wound up in 4th place (beating Michael Schumacher!) after leading at one point; he might have been 3rd if he hadn’t incurred a drive-through penalty for speeding in the pit lane.

Oh yes, the result. Alonso/Heidfeld/Barrichello.

The art of cheese

As many of my colleagues have bemoaned in their blogs, the weather here in New England has been miserable for the last few weeks. However today dawned bright and warm, with a nice breeze: still a little humid, but otherwise a perfect spring day. So we headed down to the North End of Boston to poke around the Italian groceries and bakeries. We had lunch just across the street from the Paul Revere House, and visited it afterwards.

The people that “restored” it early in the 20th century seem to have brought more enthusiasm than historical rigor to the project. They actually reconstructed it as it had been first built at the end of the 17th century. To do this, they removed many of the features and additions that Paul Revere would have known when he lived there 90 years later. There’s a lesson there, I feel.

Before heading home we stopped in Salumeria Italiana, a wonderful Italian grocery on Richmond Street, and picked up some bread and several kinds of cheese. Among these was a Blu del Moncenisio, which turned out to be one of those truly great cheeses that one encounters every now and then. I’m a sucker for blue cheese (preferably with a baguette and a robust red wine or port), and this was a marvellous example of the cheesemaker’s craft. Recommended.

Did someone say "theocracy"?

The Indianapolis Star is reporting that: “An Indianapolis father is appealing a Marion County judge’s unusual order that prohibits him and his ex-wife from exposing their child to ‘non-mainstream religious beliefs and rituals.’ The parents practice Wicca, a contemporary pagan religion that emphasizes a balance in nature and reverence for the earth. Cale J. Bradford, chief judge of the Marion Superior Court, kept the unusual provision in the couple’s divorce decree last year over their fierce objections, court records show. The order does not define a mainstream religion.”

What’s really bizarre is that Bradford normally hears only criminal cases. Apparently he chose to get involved in this domestic matter because he read a “confidential report” (yeah, right) from a counseling bureau. “‘There is a discrepancy between Ms. Jones and Mr. Jones’ lifestyle and the belief system adhered to by the parochial school. . . . Ms. Jones and Mr. Jones display little insight into the confusion these divergent belief systems will have upon (the boy) as he ages,’ the bureau said in its report.” So we’re not just dealing with a constitutionally-challenged judge….

A bit of history: down the chute at CDG

I was sorting through some old (paper) files this evening and came across some photographs from about 15 years ago. They were of an event that, as you can imagine, I’ve never forgotten: evacuating an airliner by going down the emergency chute. Since several people have bugged me about this over the years, I thought it was worth posting the pictures.

In brief, what happened was this. I was flying home from Paris on a wet and windy November day: CDG-BOS on a TWA L-1011. We taxied out and started the take-off run, but just below V1 we lost the #3 (starboard) engine in a sheet of flame. Maximum autobrake but no reverse thrust, of course; the runway was wet, the plane was heavy, and we barely stopped at the end of the runway. As we turned onto the taxiway, several passengers reported smoke coming from under the starboard wing. We’d blown several tires and they were smouldering. Fire in close proximity to a wingful of fuel is bad news, and we evacuated via the port slides. For some reason I was sent down first to help to catch people as they came off the slide. A fire truck (visible in the second picture) extinguished the smouldering undercarriage, and eventually we were bussed back to the terminal.

Before they could make alternative travel arrangements for us we had to retrieve our baggage and carry-on items. So we were bussed back to the plane, and were allowed to re-enter (in small groups, under the watchful eye of the airport police) to recover our things. It was after I’d got my briefcase (and two bottles of the nouveau Beaujolais), while I was waiting for the remaining passengers, that I remembered that I had a camera in my bag. Standing in the drizzle under the nose of the L-1011, I used my last bit of film to capture the scene.

The first five thumbnails are the pictures that I took. I scanned them in and used Arcsoft’s PanoramaMaker to stitch four of them into a composite. The original photos were a bit scratched up, but I hope you enjoy them.


Cultural dissonance

While the U.S.A. is getting its knickers in a twist over gay marriage, children’s TV depicting a kid with “two mommies”, and books by gay authors, DER SPIEGEL is reporting that “there is a very real possibility that Germany’s next government will be a coalition between a woman — who will likely become Germany’s first woman chancellor — and a gay man”. Right on!