Ignite Seattle!

Where I’ll be on Tuesday evening: Ignite Seattle!

Ignite Seattle is a geek event that combines on-site geekery, sharing, and innovation (and drinking). The next one will be held upstairs at the CHAC on Tuesday, February 13th. The Make Contest will begin at 6:30; the Ask Later talks will begin at 8:30.

If you’re in the neighbourhood….
UPDATE: Well, I didn’t make it after all – I got yanked into a 5:30-7:30 meeting, from which I’ve just escaped. The top priority now is food (and vino); I’ll have to defer ignition….

Happy Darwin Day

The Bacon-eating Atheist Jew posted a delightful Human Evolution Quiz to celebrate Darwin’s 198th birthday. The questions started out fairly easy, but I soon realized that I need to brush up my hominid evolution. Sample question:
25. Most scientists agree that the oldest known hominid was a) Homo habilis b) Australopithecus afarensis c) Australopithecus boisei d) Home Homo erectus
Hmmm…… Wait, wait, don’t tell me!
Typo corrected – thanks Yule!

Switching phones (again)

Back in September I reluctantly gave up my trusty Treo 650 for a Blackberry 8700c, because at the time the only way to get remote access to Amazon’s IT services was through RIM. The 8700c was fairly reliable, though there were some annoying UI glitches, and it wasn’t very fast. The scroll wheel seems like a good idea, but try navigating Google Maps with it! (Hint: use Alt+wheel for left-to-right movement.) More seriously, I became increasingly frustrated with aspects of the enterprise integration, with calendar updates being notoriously hit-or-miss.
Recently Amazon IT started trial support for Windows Mobile devices, and when I was in California 9 days ago I got a chance to check out Steve‘s new phone. And so this Saturday I switched: I’m now the proud owner of a Cingular 8525 PDA/phone. It’s a full-blown 3G device: tri-band UMTS/HSDPA, and quad-band GSM/GPRS/EDGE. It’s really fast!! It has WiFi (which was trivial to set up), a decent camera, and a slide-out keyboard. Memory expansion is via micro-SD card: I’m not exaggerating when I say that the 1GB card that I bought is the same size as my little finger nail.
It’s going to take a while for me to get used to this beast: it has a lot of built-in applications, and there’s a thriving software ecosystem out there for Windows Mobile (unlike the Blackberry). I’ll let you know what I find. I’ve already been able to rip and scale a DVD into a format that I can play on the 8525.
Meanwhile, I’m going to sell my 8700c to an Amazon colleague – although when he sees the 8525, who knows….?
UPDATE: The 8525 is a version of the HTC Hermes device. Lots of details here.

Notes On A Scandal

Today I went to see Judi Dench and Cate Blanchett (and the wonderful Bill Nighy) in Notes On A Scandal. (Warning: that link probably opens on a page that will start audio pouring out of your speakers. I wish web browsers had a “mute” button – some blasted advert started blaring as I was trying to Skype with my mother yesterday.) Judi Dench’s character is a delightfully ghastly piece of work, and (unlike some reviewers) I thought Blanchett’s fey ambivalence worked out well.
However the thing that struck me was the gasp.
A few weeks ago I went to see Pan’s Labyrinth with Jon and Laura. (You may remember that an earlier attempt had been fortuitously thwarted.) One of the most striking things about this account of fascist Spain in the 1940s was the juxtaposition of delicate, whimsical fantasy and callous brutality. At one point, the fascist officer performed a sudden and unexpected act of pure violence that was so shocking that the entire audience gasped in horrified disbelief. And in retrospect, it seemed an entirely appropriate reaction.
Today there was another collective gasp from most of the audience, when a 15-year old school boy said that he’d been “dreaming about your hot, sweet c*** all morning.”. [Asterisked to avoid nanny-filters.] The thing that struck me was that this was a peculiarly American reaction; in England, where the film is set, George Carlin’s seven words are so unexceptional that they are routinely printed in newspapers (without asterisks). Yet here in Seattle the “c” word produced the same reaction as a brutal murder. How strange….
Anyway, back to the film. It’s quite good, especially Judi Dench’s performance, and the school scenes are particularly effective. It doesn’t have the magic of, say, Venus or The History Boys, but it’s still well worth seeing. Psychologists and teachers may want to give it a miss, though: it might be something of a busman’s holiday for them.

The nadir of British multiculturalism

I’m all for people celebrating their varieties of cultural heritage, acknowledging their history, and so forth. But for me such things end at the school gates. I’m vehemently opposed to sectarian or religious schools of all stripes. (I’m not particularly enthusiastic about any kind of private schooling, but in practice there are always going to be children whose individual needs and aptitudes cannot be accomodated within the public system. But this should depend on the needs of the child, not the prejudices of the parents.) Once you allow bishops, priests, rabbis, and creationist car-dealers to dictate the curriculum, you’re going to wind up with situations like this:

The principal of an Islamic school has admitted that it uses textbooks which describe Jews as “apes” and Christians as “pigs” and has refused to withdraw them. Dr Sumaya Alyusuf confirmed that the offending books exist after former teacher Colin Cook, 57, alleged that children as young as five are taught from racist materials at the King Fahd Academy in Acton. In an interview on BBC2’s Newsnight, Dr Alyusuf was asked by Jeremy Paxman whether she recognised the books. She said: “Yes, I do recognise these books, of course. We have these books in our school. These books have good chapters that can be used by the teachers. It depends on the objectives the teacher wants to achieve.”

And what might those objectives be? Well:

[Mr. Cook] also alleges that when he questioned whether the curriculum complied with British laws, he was told: “This is not England. It is Saudi Arabia”.

To Christians and Jews who would argue that such books don’t belong in the classroom: I agree. And the same goes for your own religious texts, which also contain viciously intolerant language.

Butterflies and Wheels

A few weeks ago I stumbled over the syndication site Butterflies and Wheels, and added their RSS feed to NetNewsWire. I’ve gradually realized that I’m spending more time on stories that they promote than almost any other source, including such stalwarts as the BBC, Comment is Free, HuffPo, El Reg, BoingBoing and SlashDot. Recommended.
P.S. On the subject of cool sites, let me mention two of my personal favourites: the Akihabara News (geek heaven), and Flight Level 390. No flame-fests, just stuff to make you smile, and wish you were there….

Faith and contingency

Author Sam Harris and blogger Andrew Sullivan have been conducting an interesting debate of letters on the subject of religious belief. The latest piece by Sam Harris is particularly thought-provoking. Key paragraph:

You also appear to see some strange, epistemological significance in the fact that you cannot remember when or how you acquired your faith. Surely the roots of many of your beliefs are similarly obscure. I don’t happen to remember when or how I came to believe that Pluto is a planet. Should I say that this belief “chose me”? What if, upon hearing that astronomers have changed their opinion about Pluto, I announced that “I have no ability to stop believing…. I know of no ‘proof’ that could dissuade me of [Pluto’s planethood], since no ‘proof’ ever persuaded me of it.” I’m sure you will balk at this analogy, but I’m guessing that your parents told you about God from the moment you appeared in this world. This is generally how people are put in a position to say things like faith “chose me.” The English language chose both of us. That doesn’t mean that we cannot reflect critically on it or recognize that the fact that we both speak it (we might say it is the “air we breathe”) is an utterly non-mysterious consequence of our upbringings. Indeed, you do admit the role that such contingency plays in matters of faith. As you say, if you had been raised Buddhist, you’d almost certainly be a Buddhist. But you refrain from drawing any important conclusions from this. If you had been raised by atheists, might you even be an atheist?