Saturday, May 07, 2005

Scientific Progress Goes BOINC

Since sometime in 1998, my primary screensaver has been the SETI@home client. The system was designed by UC Berkeley as a means of harnessing massive amounts of computer power with a minimal amount of financial investment.

The SETI@home project was developed around two premises:
  1. People are fascinated with the potential existence of intelligent life elsewhere in the universe;
  2. Large work projects can be divided into small "packets" that can be downloaded over the internet and processed while the computer is not being used.
The idea was brilliant, and hugely successful. The amount of work that SETI chews through in a single day surpasses all the supercomputing work done in major research establishments by a factor of thousands. The success of the project has allowed numerous rewrites of the code, allowing the project to analyze the data much more thoroughly.

Recently, SETI@home began migrating their client to a new project called BOINC, which is a new architecture that allows your computer to participate in a variety of supercomputing endeavors:
  1. ClimatePrediction.net - Study climate change;
  2. Einstein@home - Search for gravitational signals coming from pulsars;
  3. LHC@home - Improve the design of the CERN LHC particle accelerator;
  4. Predictor@home - Investigate protein-related diseases;
  5. SETI@home - Search for radio evidence of extraterrestrial life;
And the list is growing. The power of BOINC is not only allowing the individual user to choose what scientific endeavors he wishes to participate in, but the architecture allows almost any scientific research project to be hosted via the BOINC portal. This could likely be a potential alternative to those researchers who have computationally-intensive research, but their budget does not allow the purchase, rental, or development of a supercomputer.

Turning the world-wide web into a supercomputer is one of the most brilliant ideas conceived in computing history. There are likely millions of desktop computers sitting idly as you read this. All those processors could be put to good use.

I discovered the BOINC client last week after upgrading my computer to OSX Tiger. My computer refused to launch the SETI@home client while I was away from my computer. So due to my operating system upgrade, I was also forced to upgrade to BOINC. So far, it looks like it's becoming a smart choice.

Friday, May 06, 2005

Freedom Dissertation, Part 2

[Ed note: This entry ended up becoming a continuation of a discussion that began with this post. Similar themes have been discussed in this blog, namely, these recent entries: One, Two, and Three.]

While I was slugging it away at the office this afternoon, I was paid a visit by the gentleman who works in the office next door. He has subcontracted the company I work for to do some environmental work on a property he owns, and he popped his head into our office with the intent of asking my boss a few questions with respect to environmental logistics, as it related to the property in question.

The reason why he came into our office is irrelevant to my entry; my boss was out in the field, and he ended up talking with me instead.

WM is a local entrepreneur. He has interests in an undisclosed number of businesses, plus he owns numerous properties in my city. He is worth millions. It would be difficult to speculate on his net worth, but I estimate it would likely be somewhere between ten and fifty million.

I enjoy speaking with him on occasion, as it is obvious that he is a successful businessman, and any free advice you can get out of a successful businessman is priceless. He ended up talking about a few of his business experiences, and I listened intently.

He said something that struck a real chord with me. It's likely related to something I have written a long time ago; it is definitely something I have given considerable thought to.

We were discussing how the scales of impartial law are often tipped by big money. For example, it's almost impossible to get a judge rule in your favor if you decide to go head-to-head and sue a major corporation. These mega-corporations are able to hire the best lawyers, and drag trials on for years. The "little guy" cannot compete with this, as their resources will likely be drained in the short term.

WM then spoke about an acquaintance of his (who happened to be a millionaire) who was arrested for murder. This sounded awfully like the infamous OJ Simpson case, but I will give him the benefit of the doubt, as it could have been any millionaire. This man claimed his innocence, and used his resources to hire the best defense he could afford. WM explained this murder suspect invested nearly a million dollars into his case, and eventually was able to prove, beyond any reasonable doubt, that he was not the murderer. The exonerated suspect then told WM that if he were poor, he would have been spending his life behind bars.

As I was listening to this tale, a sense of irony overcame me. We then discussed one of the most infamous criminal cases in Canadian Law History - the exoneration of David Milgaard. David served 22 years in prison, before he was able to prove via DNA evidence that he was not guilty in the rape and stabbing death of Gail Miller. Milgaard then filed a lawsuit against the Canadian Judicial System for his wrongful conviction and was awarded $10 million in restitution.

So the rich guy has to pay a million dollars to prove his innocence, while the poor guy does 22 years and then wins the lottery. It amazes me, in the strange ways the world works.

This got WM talking about the correctional system. "You hear them all [convicts] talking about freedom this, and freedom that. The freedom to do what you want to do; the freedom to go places, or to make choices," he began, "I don't know what these guys are complaining about, they get three square meals a day; they get exercise; the get to read, write, get an education or watch a bit to television."

By this time I knew exactly where he was going. "I've been running my businesses for thirty years," he continued, "I'm not free; I work seven days a week. The phone is ringing non-stop; I have meetings and emergencies to deal with on a daily basis. I don't get to do anything I want."

He left our office shortly thereafter, but I sensed a lot of truth in his words. When I examined my schedule, it amazed me that I had next to no free time; and when I did have a few spare hours, I was usually too tired to do much more than sleep.

I am working three jobs so I can make a living wage. I am trying to save whatever monies I can, just so one day I might be able to have a short, semi-comfortable retirement. Unfortunately, investing sixty to eighty hours per week in your job(s) will undoubtedly suck every ounce of enjoyment out of your life.

As long as we have to work our fingers to the bone in order to survive, we will never be free.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Another Reason to Watch The Tube

Here's another reason for Star Wars fans to be really cranked this spring: On April 25 2005, George Lucas announced that in the near future there will be not one, but two Star Wars spin-off television series. Very few details about the overall themes of the two series are available, though one is an animated feature that will be very similar to Clone Wars, which hit select television networks in 2003.

The second series will be a live-action spin-off that will feature "familiar characters", though excluding major charachers such as Anakin, Obi-Wan, etc. It is expected that this series will fill the gap between Revenge of the Sith and A New Hope.

By now it's no secret that Lucas is planning to re-release the original trilogy (episodes IV, V, an VI) in 3-D to commemmorate the 30th anniversary of the theatrical release of the original 1977 Star Wars. It sounds like an interesting idea, but I thought the release of the "Special Editions" in 1997 was to realize Lucas' original vision for the film. It sounds to me that he's trying to milk this franchise for all it's worth. What's next? Star Wars IMAX?

I'd rather see George Lucas focusing his efforts on completing the entire Star Wars Saga, and produce Episodes 7, 8, and 9.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

On Achieving Immortality

My brain is a miraculous piece of faulty engineering. To put it bluntly (yes the pun is intended) I'm about as sharp as a beachball. My mind ends up working overdrive 24/7 and several times during the day I catch myself saying "Wow! Is that ever brilliant! I should blog this!"

This happens consistently when I am away from the computer. It happens often when time constraints, or the environment prevents me from blogging.

Then, late in the day, when I am sitting at my computer, I open a Blogger window, expecting to write about every subject I had considered over the past day.

But that blank screen staring back at me, seems to cause my imagination to become equally blank. And then I get really pissed off. I managed to use every ounce of creative energy before I could make it to a computer.

I have some mental issues that I cannot adequately explain. But I can do my best within these entries to convey, to the best of my ability, not just what goes on in my attic, but my feelings on my purpose in life.

I am not happy with some of the cards I have been dealt. I think it's unfair that I can expect to live 75 years and accomplish everything I want to in my life. I don't think it's fair that out of those 75 years, a full-third of my time will be spent asleep. I am too ambitious and I have too much to accomplish in my short life. I also think it's unfair that once I depart for the great beyond, my existence will eventually be forgotten. Every brilliant thought of mine, every proof, every fact, every action, and every argument I ever had will disappear. I have been on a mission to achieve greatness for an undisclosed number of years, and I really don't want to think my efforts have been in vain.

Steve Jobs used to tell his employees that their mission, as members of Apple was to make a dent in the Universe. The greatest people that have ever existed have left visible (and metaphorical) marks in every one of us. You don't have to look further than Mohammed, Buddha, or Christ to see the kind of impact a powerful, charismatic, and loving person can have on this world. Philosophers, artists, composers, and scientists throughout history have enjoyed similar admiration, spewing out their "gospel" to the world.

Everyone of these people believed in their craft; as do I. I may be a mere mortal, but I have seen how so many people have managed to cheat death. Oëtzi is likely the oldest human being that we know a considerable amount of. His mummified remains, and his possessions have told us much about prehistoric technology, diet, and even gives speculative insight into prehistoric culture. If you would like to know more about the Iceman, I suggest you read Brenda Fowler's book. Being preserved for many millennia has made Oëtzi achieve a form of immortality. Sure there are remains of hominid species that are millions of years old, but they usually don't tell us (comparatively) a lot of information, especially with respect to primitive culture. One of the most fantastic finds in human evolution were the footprints at Laetoli, which proved that our ancestors have been bipedal for at least 3.5 million years.

Musicians, philosophers, playwrights, and authors have been able to achieve immortality. Scholars have been able to translate and decrypt some of the oldest texts ever found. The Dead Sea Scrolls, for example is likely the oldest translation of the Bible. Conversely, the Rosetta Stone allowed us to decrypt ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics. Ancient Greek literature, such as Homer, has been translated, allowing us to learn the history of the Greeks.

The great authors and playwrights, Chaucer, Shakespeare, among countless others are still alive in our minds and our hearts. They shall live on through the ages, just as Newton, Einstein and even Darwin will.

But there is a catch. These people will only life on as long as we allow them. This is largely connected to our society, as well as our ability to communicate through spoken and written means. Eventually we will all die off. Eventually, the human race will cease to exist, and everything we have sought to achieve, will be in vain.

The dent we have created in the Universe will eventually close.

Oh Damn...

My brilliant idea I discussed in yesterdays' brief post has hit a snag. I don't think it will be feasible in the near future.

The software exists and is accessible. But one of two problems exist:

  1. I have to upgrade to OSX server so I can install and run the necessary software. If you haven't checked lately, a copy of OSX is about $600.00 CDN. I just spent $150.00 upgrading to Tiger.
  2. I have to pay for server space.
At this point, I need a zero-cost solution for my little endeavor. Either I must keep looking, or wait until someone develops a free solution to my predicament.

It's too bad, this little feature would have been very cool for all of us to enjoy.

Monday, May 02, 2005

An Epiphany

Epiphanies strike at the oddest times, and often the strangest occurrences will generate brilliant ideas.

I believe I have found the "gimmick" that I mentioned in last nights' post. I don't want to spill the beans quite yet, but I am in the process of investigating the feasibility of implementing my little idea.

What I can tell you, is that it will occur at a given time during the week, and I have yet to determine the time.

More info will come as soon as I know if this little pipe dream will become a reality.

The Scariest Place On Earth

This evening, I got dragged to the Bloomingdales for White Trash -- better known as Wal-Mart. I absolutely despise this store. It's crowded, noisy, and mostly full of useless junk that is manufactured in China. My true hatred for Wal-Mart runs deeper, but cannot be explained in a few mere paragraphs. An excellent description of Wal-Mart's business ethics are detailed in Naomi Klein's No Logo. There are numerous copies available at Amazon.com. If you haven't read this book, what are you waiting for?

Wal-Mart puts me in the worst of moods. I can only put up with so many spoiled, bratty kids before I start considering that it would be an ideal time for a random act of violence against a complete stranger.

Have you ever had a good look at the people at Wal-Mart? I'm not just talking about the staff, I'm also talking about every patron who wanders those fluorescent-lit isles. What a sorry sight. This has got to be the worst place on Earth to pick-up women. Next time you get dragged there, have a good look at the people. I swear I have never seen one good-looking person in that building. I get depressed just watching all these losers, dressed in their tattered rags, wandering the isles with their vacant eyes, with 2.5 kids in tow, buying more useless junk for their mobile home. I am almost ashamed to be in that store.

I figure I can mock White Trash, simply because I am White Trash myself. I work a blue-collar job that barely pays a living wage; I live in a White Trash neighborhood, and I get drunk at White Trash bars.

But I am fighting very hard, so that one day, I might crawl out of this demographic, and become a middle-class suburbanite slob. I suppose I can then make fun of Yuppies.

The Money Pit

This is a picture of my car the first day I bought it. I thought I got a great deal and that it would give me many trouble-free years. Well, that was before a couple fender-benders (that weren't necessarily my fault), acts of vandalism, and a hit-and-run. I've also replaced the tires and a few belts on the engine. I swear I'm sinking a thousand dollars per year into the welfare of my car, not including my monthly payments.

I love my car. I take care of it, and I hope that my due diligence will be rewarded when the time comes for me to sell it. But I am really getting sick of spending all this money to keep her road-worthy.

I took my car to the doctor today so I could have it serviced. My car has been guzzling oil on the highway, which has had me concerned for more than a year. I have asked the service technicians to have a look at it, but they overlooked it in the past. All they did was change the oil, check the fluids, and give me a new air filter if it was required.

This time I made it painfully clear that I wanted them to investigate the mystery of the disappearing oil. And check they did. By 8:20 in the morning, I received a call from the serviceman saying that the piston rings would likely need replacing, as there was all kinds of sludge built up, and the piston rings were no longer creating a good seal.

So I gave him the go-ahead to do the extra work. I was also very lucky, as the replacement of the piston rings were covered under my warranty -- and lucky for me; my warranty expires next month.

By the end of the day I had a car in tip-top shape. Had this happened after my warranty expired, the service would have cost me $1,300. Luckily, the maintenance service only cost me 100 bucks.

This is what you get when you buy a leaseback. I have been taking my car to this serviceman since I have owned the car, and he knows I take good care of it. He highly suspects the person who leased my car previously drove the piss out of it.

After owning my car for three years, I sincerely hope there are no more surprises under the hood.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

I Miss The Royal

[Ed Note: This post has been sitting idly, unpublished for the better part of two weeks. It's about time to publish it for what it's worth.]
Everybody had their stomping grounds; everybody has a place that they call their home away from home. Some people call it Moe's, other call it Cheers, but it's the same for everyone, it's the watering hole where we are comfortable, everybody knows your name, and where you can unwind and relax. When I lived in Lethbridge, I found comfort in the campus bar, The Zoo, which I mentioned in the recent post here. But my favorite bar of all time, also happens to be the first bar I ever went to: The Royal Hotel.

I don't even want to think about the number of nights I've wasted in that bar, nor do I want to think about the number of brain cells I have destroyed within. The bar has become a staple of my past, my present, and my future. I have dragged family, friends and even strangers to my stomping grounds, trying to explain to them, and show them, what it is that makes the Royal so great.

But in the last three years, the Royal has lost its' edge; its' ambiance; its' character.

The Royal is a dump of a bar. There are few places I have been to in my travels that are dirtier, or have a rougher crowd. I have seen health inspectors shy away from the bar, as they feared for their lives once stepping foot inside the local watering hole. I have seen nursing students take samples from the draught taps, have them analyzed, and vow to never set foot in the bar ever again. I have seen people of all walks of life enjoy themselves in that bar. I have seen bums blow their welfare cheque in one night, I have seen Hell's Angels drink and argue, I have seen women take off their clothes (especially those who shouldn't), I have even seen doctors, lawyers and even College Professors sit down and listen to the eclectic music that the live bands had to offer. The Royal is really diverse.

And believe it or not, very safe. In almost thirteen years of going to this bar, I have only seen about three fights. People are too drunk to fight in this bar. They are either too drunk, or too high to care. There are many "cleaner" bars in town where the testosterone is so thick in the air, that you can cut it with a knife. I have seen more fights in one night at a "clean" local bar than I have ever seen in my lifetime at the Royal. It is true that the Royal has the motto: "The Good Times Bar"; you do forget about the trivialities of your day, and you can really unwind.

When I first started regularly attending the Royal, it was not uncommon to find two guys and three ladies smoking a joint in the men's bathroom. Those days have since passed, since the management of the Royal took a zero-tolerance policy to the trafficking and abuse of illicit drugs in their bar. The change has been for the better. The place has cleaned up quite a bit since I began attending, even though I have always felt safe walking into that bar.

About three years ago, the bar took a dive for the worse. The owner sold the bar to another local entrepreneur, who had some brilliant ideas on how to run the business. The owner decided that changes to the beverage prices were in order, as well as changes to the entertainment schedule. He also decided that the place could use a little fixing up, so he began to renovate.

The bathrooms got a major overhaul (which was necessary, I might add). The ugly carpet that was throughout the bar was removed and replaced with linoleum tile. The shooter bar was moved and expanded, the lottery terminals moved to another section of the bar, the pool tables were moved, and the foosball tables were removed from the bar. To make the bar a little less nocturnal, the owner installed glass-block windows in the bar.

Nowdays, the bar doesn't even resemble anything like it used to be. The place seems so cold and sterile now that the carpet is gone. As much as the windows look great, letting light into the bar was a bad idea. A lot of clientele came to the Royal on the sole premise that there were foosball tables there. All those foosball players have found new bars to hang out in. The move and the expansion of the shooter bar, including the migration of the pool tables to the rear of the building cut down on the seating for those who come to the bar to watch the bands. A lot of people go to that bar for the sole reason that it is the only bar left in town the features Classic Rock bands on a weekly basis.

Mind you, it still is the Royal, even though it has lost a lot of its' character.

I first went there when I hit legal age, as I was a fledging musician, and I wanted to network with other musicians. Back then, there was an open stage two days per week. The bands were all talented, and played six nights per week. In my college days, we would go there, buy dollar draught, help ourselves to free popcorn, and get drunk with ten bucks. We would normally get rowdy, and end up throwing popcorn at one another. We hardly ate any; it was more fun to throw popcorn at one another.

The Royal has also been a staple of my music career. I have lost count at the number of weeks I have played there. When I startled playing there, the weekends were a blast. To say the place was packed would be an understatement. There would be three hundred classic rockers poisoning themselves, dancing, and making all kinds of racket. I have seen some of the greatest parties within those walls.

Even when the place wasn't packed, the Royal had a cool vibe to it. We would often check out bands on a Wednesday or Thursday night, when it was relatively quiet, and hang out with the band. It was sometimes even better going there on a Sunday or Monday night, when everything was quiet and we had the bar to ourselves. Some of my best memories of that bar are on the nights that there were only three or four of us friends, drinking copious amounts of alcohol, hanging out with the bar staff.

The bar manager had a habit of playing pranks on his friends, including us. Many times we would return to our tables from a trip to the bathroom, only to find our cigarette packs reversed. He has shrink-wrapped a few Harley's in his day, which was normally met with a few cuss words followed by some hearty laughter. He had a paddle, which he would threaten a few attractive females with the intent of "spanking them". That is, until a female friend of mine got ahold of the paddle and proceeded to break it on the manager's hind-quarters. One other night we covered the bar in silly string, and one night, he got out the garden hose, and proceeded to drench us all. It was unbelievable fun.

But a lot of the fun is gone. I may attest it to the fact that I have grown older and more responsible. I don't go out during the weekdays anymore, as I am usually so tired due to my lack of rest. A lot of the people I used to hang out with at the Royal have moved on. Some have moved to different cities, others have stopped attending the Royal altogether, and others have even passed on.

The strangest thing is that I miss the old, dingy below-building code atmosphere. It is no secret that I have attachments to places I hold dear; I still have an inexplicable attachment to my parents' house, just as I have the same attachment to the University of Lethbridge (believe me, I have even kissed the concrete pillars of that institution many summers ago). I have that same attachment to the Royal of Old. Whether it's a fear of change, or if it has to do with a comfort level with my surroundings, I do not know.

I do know I am most comfortable in familiar surroundings. And I like my space. And for some reason I cannot explain (besides claustrophobia), I do not like being in confined spaces.

365 Days and Counting...

In five days, we will witness the first milestone -- the first anniversary of mcfro.blogspot.com. I figured this would be the ideal opportunity to reflect on the past year, it's successes, and what may come in the future.

As you can see from the attached image, this site had some very humble beginnings. Even though I wrote like mad last May, I received next to no traffic. Things began to improve by August when I began to notice an increase in traffic. The two dips in November and February can be clearly related to my involvement in Grease, and my kidney stone attack, respectively. This month, however, I have seen a dramatic increase in traffic to my little website. Your guess is a good as mine as for the reason why my traffic has effectively doubled. Perhaps in the coming year there will be subsequent increases in my daily readership.

What I have noticed in many of the blogs that I visit daily, is that they have a gimmick that keeps people returning to their site. In many cases that gimmick is as simple as good, entertaining writing, such as Tony Pierce. GorrilaMask.net has the Daily Spank Bank, pictures of beautiful models, all scantily clad (if they are even clothed at all). I think keeping an archive of near-pornographic material on my site is juvenile; sure it will generate a lot of traffic from horny pubescent males, but that's not the kind of site I wish to have. What would be more reflective of my personality is to have a thoughtful, informative site that everyone can enjoy. Tony warns against this. In his "How to Blog" entry, he suggests that you should speak about religion and politics, that you should curse like a sailor, among many other refinements. He has a point, but I am going to be weary about his advice. The web would be a terrible place if there were 100 million "busblogs" out there. As much as I have raved about him in recent months, I don't want to be a Tony Pierce clone; I want to make my own statement.

Gorilla Mask also has another ingenious gimmick that generates scores of traffic. It's the annual Death Pool, a demented game where participants list their top choices on which celebrities (showbusiness, political or otherwise) will leave this mortal coil within the next 12 months. I am not even sure what kind of prizes are involved, if any, but it is definitely sick enough to grab my interest. I am considering the possibility of implementing such a gimmick, though I have yet to conjure up a completely original idea. And no, it will likely not be as demented as the Death Pool.

As stated in this prior post, I discussed the possibility of increased frequency of images on this website. This has already begun, though the images are not necessarily directly from my life. I am sure you are all interested in images of my recent experiences. A digital camera would be an asset for such, but it may be some time before I break down and purchase one. Tony Pierce was successful in begging for cash so he could buy an iPod, in fact he was so successful, he is currently begging for donations so he can buy a car. Hey Tony: do you have to claim these kinds of "donations" as income when you file your tax return? I have issues with accepting donations that don't go directly to charity. I suppose that's the moral socialist in me talking.

Directly related to images, is the banner situated at the top of the page. I am researching the feasibility of creating a number of banners, and having them load randomly with each site visit. I have found a script that will accomplish what I want it to, but the problem resides with the proper file hosting solution, which at this point, must be low zero-cost.

I also would like to see a little more discussion in this blog. In the entire year, there have been a total of two comments from outside sources. A few of you have opted to contact me via email, whom I personally thank. I want to know what you think. What would you like to see? What issues are bothering you? Am I right? Am I completely off my rocker? I will accept criticism if it is constructive. Comments like "MC Fro, you suck." will be deleted as there is no argumentive measures. Sadly, it was comments like this that eventually led Matt Good to remove not only the commenting features on his site, but he also removed the link to his email address.

Last summer, when I wrote my entry regarding Video Games, Bullying and Columbine, I was disappointed to see that it didn't generate much response. I was quite proud of that entry -- and I spent the better part of a week writing and revising my post so I could communicate my arguments as clearly as I could. Since Columbine and bullying are subjects that many people have strong feelings about, I figured I was destined to get some nasty email.

Surprisingly enough, that very page is now ranked second with respect to entry pages of my blog (the first is of course, the main page).

I have been wrestling with the idea of providing direct links to my favorite entries in the sidebar. This is specifically meant for the newcomers to read what I consider to be my best work. That may be quite an ambitious project, as I will have to go back and re-read everything I have written in the past year. That revision to the website may have to wait until summer, when I am a little less preoccupied with my music career.

I have thoroughly enjoyed writing for all of you this past year. This little side-project of mine has become a creative passion, and I fully expect to keep writing. I am looking forward to seeing all of you, and many more on the second anniversary of mcfro.blogspot.com.

Saturday, April 30, 2005

Tiger Stripes

As fully expected, at 18:00 hours yesterday, I found myself at the neighborhood computer shop, greedily purchasing Apple's next-generation operating system, Tiger. My computer had been fully upgraded within an hour.

This recent post clearly indicates a few of the new technologies I was excited to obtain for my use, therefore I don't feel like being redundant; you may read about the technologies in my post, or navigate here. Spotlight and Dashboard are incredible new technologies; and the new version of Mail is very impressive. I was also impressed with Quicktime 7, soon to be available for Windows, which includes the new High-definition codec H.264. I watched a few special HD features available on Apple's Website, and I was blown away. The H.264 codec is better, I mean, way better then DVD video!

I also got a nice performance boost from Tiger, as the operating system is optimized for the 64-bit G5 processor. My computer is fully operational in under 20 seconds from a cold-start-up. I consider that pretty amazing given the immense size of this operating system.

The one technology that didn't end up meeting my expectations was Safari. It is very fast, but a few of the technologies could have been engineered better. The built-in RSS reader isn't as robust as Firefox's, and I don't particularity care how Safari manages bookmarks. The final straw occurred when I realized that many of the Blogger features were not present. If I were to add hyperlinks, or change the formatting of my text, I would have to code them manually. I like "push-button publishing". I already waste too much time writing and editing my posts. I can't be bothered to waste more time fretting over html tags. I did that six years ago with my first attempts at designing websites. It appears that Firefox will continue to be my default browser.

I have noted a few glitches with Tiger, but they all centered around third-party software. The glitches are very minor, and my computer has not yet frozen, nor have I experienced a kernel panic (I experienced about 4 kernel panics while using Panther). I fully expect that these glitches will be ironed out in the coming weeks as more Mac users upgrade their operating systems.
[Ed. note: My Windoze computer at work manages to freeze and suffer a kernel panic about 4 or 5 times per week. Friday was particularly bad, and I finally had enough and re-installed the operating system. Needless to say, I was rather perturbed by the time I left work.]
Overall, OSX Tiger is getting rave reviews from critics all over the world. I must concur that this upgrade is worthwhile for any Mac user. Spotlight and Dashboard are worth the price of admission alone.

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Work Ethic

On my daily commute to and from work, I normally listen to CBC Radio One, as I find the commentary to be intelligent, and enlightening. It is often that I find the discussed subjects riveting, controversial, and I often tell myself that the subjects often debated would be worthy of discussion in this blog.

Such was the case today. This morning, as I was listening to The Eye-Opener, they held an interview with a lady who discussed the importance of a strong work ethic in young professionals today.
[Ed. note: I apologize, as I forgot the interviewee's name, and my search of the web for related content proved fruitless.]
The interviewees' comments and arguments heavily centered around today's young adults, with respect to recent University graduates, and contrasted them with the attitudes of the older professionals (in the same field) who are due to retire. She sensed a fundamental difference in the attitudes of both generations. She argued that today's youth (including those in their twenties) have no work ethic; that they are spoiled rotten, have had everything handed to them on a silver platter, and never had to work for anything in the life. She further expounded on youth's reluctance to work beyond forty hours per week, citing that people of her age were accustomed to investing more than sixty hours per week in their professional endeavors. Since it has been almost sixteen hours since I have heard her arguments, I am a little bit fuzzy about the details.

I remember being a little perturbed about her arguments. I both agree and disagree with her arguments. This likely has a lot to do with the fact that I am a member of Generation-X, and she is discussing the differences between the Baby-Boomers and the "Me" Generation. Sadly, like everything else in my life, I have managed to "fall between the cracks".

Recent University graduates are entering the workforce with the notion that upon graduation, they expect a top-notch position with unrealistic benefits. Climbing the corporate ladder is cutthroat; competitors will eat you alive. Top executives have had to fight their entire lives to achieve the positions they currently hold, or at the very least, hope to achieve. I severely doubt that these workaholics who are nearing retirement will gladly give thier high-paying jobs to any inexperienced University graduate who wears ball caps and T-shirts to work.

Conversely, those who are due to retire have spent their entire lives acquiring their personal wealth. They have been married to their jobs for thirty or more years. If you have any job that pays you a substantial amount of money, you will know that you are expected to invest far more than forty hours per week at your job. As a professional executive in almost any company, it is assured that you will not see your significant other, nor your children for days on end. Your job is your life. Forget ball practice; forget your anniversary; forget vacations, and forget your children. You will end up spending most of your adult life inside a cubicle. If you are lucky, you will get an office to yourself.

Today's young professionals seem to understand the importance of the quality of life that exists outside of the office tower. They want to spend time with their family, while their children are still young. They want a social life; they want recreation. The difference is that they want instant gratification. The young have been spoiled since day one. If at first, they don't succeed, they call Dad and ask them to cash-in on their trust-fund. Conversely, the mature professionals have spent their entire adult lives seeing the inside of a cubicle. They have had to work for every dime they have ever earned.

Since I am caught between these two generations, it should be obvious that I don't know on which side of the fence I sit. I can relate to both Generations. There are many of my peers who have coasted through life; who got everything they ever wanted; there are also those who have had to claw and fight for every single reward, like myself.

I am currently working three jobs so I can attain the standard of living that I expect. I often work 18 hour days from 8 in the morning to all hours of the night. It is not uncommon for me to work past midnight, in order for me to accomplish all I want to in a given day. Sleep is a luxury for me, as I often get less than six hours' rest per night.

There are times that I resent those who make salaries that greatly surpass mine, and who are younger than I. I feel like when I got dealt my hand of cards, I got a shitty deal. But I concur that one day, I will be able to live a less stressful life; one that includes quality time spent with my significant other, and with my children, when I decide to raise a family.

For all you young graduates out there: Piss off and wait your turn. Learn to slug it out in the trenches before you go crying to Daddy and rape his trust fund. You aren't as special as every teacher you ever had told you. Learn to keep a job.

For all you workaholics who are due to retire, take a good look at your life. Ask yourself if the life you had the last thirty years has been worth living. Can you remember much more than the four walls that surround you day in and day out? Does it amaze you how your children grew to adulthood so quickly? When was the last time you left your job early? Can the enjoyment you experience in your adult life be surmised in the annual two weeks you take for vacation? Do you even get two weeks' vacation in a given work year?

If you fall into the above category, do us all a favor and off-yourself, as it is clearly obvious that your life is completely miserable and without substance. At least the only thing the young punks got right is maintaining the quality of life that makes our lives worth living.

Warp Drive


This morning, as anticipated, Apple announced the immediate availability of the new line of Power Mac computers. Though this is not a groundbreaking release, all the models show an improvement in processor speed, file storage, and in the base level of installed RAM. Most noteworthy of mention, these computers have dual-layer DVD-ROMs included in their architecture. This essentially doubles the amount of information you can burn on one DVD.

Apple's flagship model now clocks in at 2.7 gigahertz on each processor. That's an incredible amount of number-crunching power. With power comes price. These towers are designed for research, graphic design, and multimedia production. Designed for professionals, the dual-processor models start at $2499.00 CDN.

Advocates of the Intel platform will tell you time and time again that the Pentium-4 chips clock much faster than the IBM Power PC chips that Apple utilizes. Don't be misled by their arguments. Apple is climbing the ranks of number-crunching power. The latest results by Apple state that their towers out-perform the competition in almost every computing task. I will not hesitate to mention that Apple may (or may not) have skewed the results in their favor.

This release comes in anticipation of the release of Apple's next-generation operating system, Tiger, due Friday. The average computer user will soon know what it means to have a next-generation interface at their fingertips. And yes, I expect to be one of the first people in my city to own this operating system.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

Equal Rights, Equal Marriage.

I have added another public service announcement to the PSA section of the sidebar. Please take the time to sign the petition.

The moral issues revolving around homosexual marriage has been plaguing Canadian Parliament for nearly two years. If we deny gays the right to marry, then we are denying them basic human rights. Unfortunately, all those who are opposed to gay marriage are only citing theological arguments.

In my eyes, this is not a religious issue, this is a human rights issue. Homosexual human beings are still human beings. To deny them the basic right to marry, and the legal benefits of marriage that couples endorse, is to call them less than human.

In order for a government to be effective, we must exercise the separation between Church and State. I have no problem with anyone's beliefs, nor do I have a problem with anyone's right to religious enlightenment.

The problem I have is the influence the Church has on those who are in power. This article in Salon.com explains how the then-Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger allegedly influenced the outcome of last November's US Presidential election. Even after 2000 years, the Catholic Church still has power to influence the world's governments.

I guess I know who really wears the pants in the Global Community. How naïve of me to think it was the US President.

Saturday, April 23, 2005

mcfro.blogspot.com Has "Gone Public"

When I created this site about a year ago, I discovered a nifty little corner of the web called BlogShares. I ended up forgetting about it until very recently. I decided that trading blogshares in a ficticious stock market would be a good way to waste my valuable time, as well as lure potential readers my way.

As of today, mcfro.blogspot.com is now listed on BlogShares. The site is listed as "MC Fro's Blog" on the blogshares site. If you can't find my blog, then you might want to try searching by URL.

Let's start trading.

UPDATE: I have changed the BlogShares listing to the websites' proper name: mcfro.blogspot.com.

Just Buy It

You'd better believe on April 11, at the first free moment I had, I went to the music store and bought a copy of Garbage's latest album, Bleed Like Me.

I got my Garbage fix. That should last me the next three years. Though I wonder if there will ever be a fifth album. Mind you, at one time, I had my doubts that there would ever be a fourth album.

Do me a favor and just buy it. It is pure Garbage goodness.

Garbage albums aren't instantly likeable. They take a few listens before you realize the brilliance behind every release. I bought their debut album (in 1996) mainly for Stupid Girl, but over the course of that summer I began to love the equal mix of rock, punk, pop, industrial, and dance that Shirley, Butch, Steve and Duke managed to create. Watching the videos, I knew she was gorgeous, and she had a sexy voice. It wasn't long until I learned that Butch, Steve and Duke were some of the biggest producers that popular music had to offer. Garbage drummer Butch Vig produced Nirvana's Nevermind, Smashing Pumpkins' Siamese Dream, Sonic Youth, and a myriad of others. That should say enough about the talent of this band.

By 1998, I was a die-hard Garbage fan, and I could not wait for their sophomore release. Within 2 days of Version 2.0's release, I bought my copy, only to be hugely disappointed. What I heard out of my speakers sounded like garbage (in it's literal sense), but it didn't sound like the Garbage I had come to love. The music was heavily-laden with drum loops, samples, and lost a lot of that guitar edge that made the initial Garbage release so tasty.

It took a couple weeks, but there was a definite turning point where I realized the true brilliance of the album. It quickly became one of my favorite albums of all time. I have probably listened to the album a thousand times since I bought it.

Needless to day, I was very, very hungry by the time of their 2001 release of Beautiful. And was I ever disappointed when I first popped it into my CD player. Their sound became even more poppy and mainstream. Hardly any distorted guitar was present in the final mix. There was next to no inkling of any teenage angst-driven music. I was hoping for some kick-ass rock; instead it was slow and depressive.

Beautiful took about 4 listens until I finally "got it". Sure, it was reminiscent of pop music circa 2001, but it did have many of the hooks and attitude that Garbage was so well-known for. I had to finally accept that I was listening to the Garbage for the 21st Century. And it was good.

It's no big secret that Beautiful didn't do so well in the sales department. After the tour, and the subsequent writing phase, Garbage nearly self-destructed. I imagine that the band did a lot of soul-searching, trying to decide if they had another groundbreaking album within their bones, or if they would be kicking a dead horse, and inevitably joining the ranks of countless has-beens.

I am so glad they decided to dig in their heels and have another shot at super-stardom.

Bleed Like Me is both old and new. It is a wonderfully-crafted merger of all their previous efforts. Best of all, the sexy, angry rock has returned. Much like other Garbage albums, this one is taking its' time to grow on me, but my initial few listens are telling me that we have a winner.

From what I gather, this album is doing well on the charts. Their debut track "Why Do You Love Me", debut at #7 on the UK charts. That's a good sign, as this has been their best debut since the release of Stupid Girl in 1996.

Holy crap, that was nine years ago. If I don't watch myself, I'm going to date myself.

Just buy it. Shirley's worth fifteen bucks.

Thursday, April 21, 2005

The Captian And His Sinking Ship

Perhaps you caught Prime Minister Paul Martin's address to the nation this evening. If you didn't, he addressed the nation with his thoughts and feelings about the Sponsorship Scandal, the Gomery Inquiry, and the Liberal plan of action to rectify the situation.

I think the accompanying image pretty much sums up how I feel about Mr. Martin's address.

I find it incredible that the former Finance Minister had no knowledge of the misappropriation of countless millions of taxpayer dollars. I also find it convenient that he fired those he thought responsible for the scandal, on his first day as Prime Minister. I am further ashamed that Mr. Martin has not swallowed his pride and resigned -- yet. In the world of business, when something goes terribly wrong, the fault ultimately lies on the management; in this case, the former Finance Minister, Paul Martin. Why is he still trying to run this country, when he should have been shit-canned?

Canadian politics at the federal level has been a bloody mess since Jean Chrétien stepped down as Prime Minister in late 2003. In fact, things weren't even going so well at the time of his retirement. But since the election of a minority government last spring, no good has come out of Parliament Hill. No progress has been made on any major issue, including same-sex legislation, or the BSE crisis. Sure, the Liberals tried to re-introduce the marijuana bill, but not like that's going to do much good. We aren't all a bunch of lit hippies who wear mood rings, drive VW vans and listen to Simon and Garfunkel. While marijuana decriminalization will solve some societal problems, it will leave the door open to a whole pile of others.

It was quite apparent that Paul Martin's address to the nation was merely begging for a stay of execution. He promised he would call a federal election within thirty days of publication of the Gomery Report. Big Whoop. That report isn't due until December, which means the soonest we would see a federal election would be February 2006. Martin is obviously hoping that the smoke will clear by that time, and allow him to clear his name, and save the Liberal Party from near-extinction.

It was obvious by the responses from the leaders of the other political parties that they aren't buying Martin's shit-burger deal. I hope to see an election be called within the next month. I want Martin out of the PM's seat, out of Parliament, and out of politics.

What then? Prime Minister Stephen Harper? Prime Minister Gilles Duceppe? Prime Minister Jack Layton? Every one of these alternatives chill me to the bone. Perhaps that's how Paul Martin managed to squeak in the PM's seat the last time.

When you are in the polling booth, sometimes you have to choose the lesser of four evils.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Human Data Compression

Yesterday, I attended a rehearsal with the Grease band, where in addition to the songs we have known for many months, we were to learn about a half-dozen songs very rapidly. One of the songs is "Time Warp" from the Rocky Horror Show.

I was a little jealous when I was not asked to participate in the local production of the Rocky Horror Show, but I imagine that some day, I will have my chance to play Dr. Frankenfurter. Unfortunately, my longing to participate in the Rocky Horror Show has nothing to do with this post, so once again, I must put a topic on the back-burner -- to be forgotten until the desire resurfaces.

At last evening's rehearsal, the bandleader played a recording of the Time Warp for the band members, in order to get an idea on the key, riffs, and overall structure of the song. As I sat behind the drumset, I had my ears wide open, and I was fully focused on the music.

I had the whole piece memorized with one listen.

Before I fell asleep last night, and my brain was processing five thoughts per second, the issue of memorization crossed my mind, and I began thinking about the musical prodigies of history.

Especially Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Mozart was a musical genius; he demonstrated superhuman memory skills, he was incredibly talented, and intelligent. He had exceptional composition skills, and was proficient in almost every musical instrument of the time. I don't have the time to give you a synopsis of Mozart's life, but I recommend you watch the movie Amadeus, as it is quite accurate in the account of the events of Mozart's life, as well as his persona.

Mozart was known to have a photographic memory, which was well-documented in the movie. He could memorize an entire concerto with one listen. He would often compose entire symphonies in his head before committing one note to paper. His manuscripts were flawless. All these feats are even more astounding given the limits of 18th century technology. Last evening, while I was contemplating my rapid memorization of the Time Warp, I considered Mozart's uncanny mental prowess.

The memorization of large volumes of data has a lot to do with the way our brains manage and process information. Mozart must have used a number of tricks to allow him to store huge volumes of data, with little to no loss of data integrity. When I considered the way I memorized the Time Warp, I surmised that I used a type of mental data compression in order to assimilate a large amount of information in such a short period of time.

If I explain all this in musical terms, I will probably lose most of you with a bunch of jargon you may or may not know, so I have considered using a different analogy to convey my point.

First of all consider a landmark, or piece of architecture that strikes you with awe, at its' immense size or detail. Consider the Sistine Chapel. I have never been there, but even through photographs, I have been awestruck at the architecture and detail of the chapel. As a tourist, there is no possible way that one can absorb every detail, every crevice of the landmark, nor is it possible to absorb every detail Michelangelo painted on the ceiling. The level of detail is overwhelming. Strangely enough, we all have some recollection of the detail of the building.

Consider the process in which we all read. If you think way back to your youth, when you just began to learn how to read, you might recall it being a rather exhausting effort. I recall being taught to pronounce every single letter phonetically, and these letters became syllables, and then entire words. Entire words became phrases, and sentences; sentences became ideas; sentences became paragraphs, and paragraphs were representative of more complex ideas. You can extend this scale as large as you wish, but at the very root are individual characters.

When we memorize a sentence, a phrase, or poem, or any other written material, do you think we memorize every individual letter? If we tried to memorize every individual letter, we probably could not remember more than a few words. Our brains have become adept at recognizing words as individual units, instead of long strings of letters and punctuation. I am sure linguists and psychologists would argue that we memorize phrases, groups of words, even general ideas, as larger, more general pieces of information are easier for our brain to manage.

It's a lot like telling a joke you recently heard. You often remember the punch line, and you make up the rest. It's a way that we can assimilate large pieces of information. The important pieces are retained, and the rest is filler.

This is the same process that speed readers use to quickly assimilate large volumes of information, however it does take some training. When the common person reads, they do not read individual letters, much like a young child does, but their brain sees each word as individual units of information. Speed readers are able to go beyond the individual word and see entire phrases as one unit. They have learned to compress information at a higher level.

Contrary to popular belief, speed readers do not have photographic memories. When they are reading a page every ten seconds, they are only assimilating general ideas of the text. You cannot get them to quote passages word-for-word; instead they are looking at the bigger picture.

When I was listening to the "Time Warp" at last night's rehearsal, I was using the same tactic. Memorizing individual notes takes dozens of listens -- and takes far more time than I have available. I am sure Mozart similarly used these tactics to memorize entire compositions with only one listen.

What the layperson often does not know, is that music is a lot like spoken language; it has rules, grammar, and punctuation. There are rules to follow when writing music, there are motifs, and formulae which are used to develop musical themes. Composers of the Baroque, Classical and Romantic periods of music followed a much stricter code of composition then what is followed today. So, if a person was well-educated in the process of music composition, they could predict the direction a piece of music would take.

That being said, I am not criticizing Mozart by any means. He was far more talented than what I could ever hope to be. I consider him one of the most brilliant composers of all time. But the process I have outlined above is my hypothesis on how he could possibly memorize such huge volumes of music, and compose entire symphonies before placing one note on parchment.

On a slightly different tangent, the ability for the brain to process large volumes of information at the many levels I have described is likely the key to academic success at the post-secondary level. It seems that university students receive the greatest rewards when they can understand the bigger picture (macro), yet have the ability to memorize the important details at the "micro" level. Abstract thought, reasoning, deduction, and induction also play a large role in a student's level of success in their academic studies; which arguably, is related to a student's intelligence. Ultimately, a student will succeed if they can assimilate, process, and manage the information presented to them in a reasonable amount of time.

It was nearly too late in my academic career before I learned how to adequately manage the high volume of information I was given. I have my lousy grade-point-average to show for that. If I had learned those tricks two (or more) years prior to graduation, I would likely have a Ph.D. by now.

I am still considering the idea of returning to University to complete another degree. When I do, I am going to be unstoppable. I smell a 4.0 GPA in my future.

Programmers Write Code; Brilliant Programmers Steal It

The process of inserting images into my blog entries are a rather tedious and repetitive endeavor. It has been so long since I have written html code, that I have usually navigated to one of my blog entries that had an image, then copied and pasted the code and changed the image URL.

There are a number of image hosting solutions available to bloggers. Windows users are able to use Hello BloggerBot, as well as a myriad of others. Mac users are able to use Flickr, which seems like a good free solution, but I often wonder about the bandwidth issues.

I have been using ImgSpot for my image hosting as it is a free service, there are no bandwidth restrictions, nor do you need a membership. ImgSpot seems to do everything I need it to do for the time being, though I may consider trying Flickr in the future.

Embedding the image file into html code is rather simple. The problem arises if you wish to wrap text around your image (as I like to do). This requires a number of extra html tags, and I always seem to forget the proper order in which to place the tags.

In the last few days, I surmised that since the order of the tags remain the same, and the only change in the code is the URL of the image file, I could write an Applescript that would insert the tags without me having to search my archives for the neccessary code. It seemed simple enough.

As I quickly learned, writing code is not for the novice programmer. Applescript is a language that is designed to closely resemble the English language, but even so, I can't seem to get the syntax right. Computers are rather unforgiving that way.

Then the 30-watt bulb that is covered in cobwebs went on inside my cranium. This was a rather simple script, I should be able to find one that will insert a default string of text within a text field. With some searching, I found the required code within a discussion group. All I had to do was change the parameters of the script, and recompile the code.

I'd much rather borrow code for my projects, rather than fight with computer syntax.

Now that the process of inserting images into this weblog has become a little simpler, I expect there will be an increased frequency of images in the future.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Apparently, We Were Called "Absynthe"

Last Saturday, I was hired to play another gig with SK in Bow Island -- a town about 40 minutes west of where I live. Much like other gigs I have played with SK, we did the show with little preparation.

Bow Island is a rural community, with a population less than 2000. We figured that given the rural nature of the town, that we should diversify our repertoire and play about a dozen Country songs in addition to our typical repertoire, which usually consists of Classic and New Rock.

We arrived at the bar with plenty of time to spare, and the first thing we noticed were the huge advertisements announcing our performance. Entire windows were covered in poster paper, and painted in large letters was "Appearing Live April 16th: Absynthe. No Cover Charge".

We thought this was a little humorous, as we never thought up a name for the band. The members of this band changes as frequently as the gigs, so a name was almost irrelevant. I have always thought this act was referred to as "The SK Band". RH, the new bass player, whom I had very recently met, turned to me and said: "Well, I guess we're called Absynthe."

We stepped into a deserted bar. The only occupant was the barmaid, watching the television out of sheer boredom. I had the sinking feeling that this was a sign of things to come, as I played in this bar five years prior during my tenure in Legacy. The last time I played in this bar, we got a lukewarm response from the bar patrons -- the few that were there.

After we set up our gear, and had a bite to eat at a nearby restaurant, "Absynthe" returned to the bar to play our gig. By this time, there were a few patrons in the bar, already drinking heavily. We decided to get the night underway by playing our Country repertoire. The music was not well-received. In contrast, I thought we were playing very well. The sound from the stage was excellent, and in a few short minutes all the members of the band managed to gel with one another. The music sounded tight, the harmonies were in pitch, and we had energy. The problem was, the crowd didn't want to hear Country, and they made it quite clear to us that we had better play some kick-ass rock in the next set.

By the time we finished our first set, the bar was packed. There were people of all ages within -- and they all were in the mood to party. After a twenty minute break, Absynthe returned to the stage and began playing some good old Classic Rock, which they enjoyed much better. The dance floor was packed the entire night, and the people got rowdy.

During one of our breaks, a young female befriended the bass player and I, whom was interested in a few things we had to say. She complimented us, saying we sounded really good. We thanked her for her compliments, since there wasn't much else we could say without sounding cocky. She asked us how long the band had been together. RH and I told her "About three hours," which was met with laughter. "Oh, you're just pulling my leg," she replied: "Seriously, how long has the band been together?"

By this time, RH and I could barely contain ourselves. We both looked at each other for about one second, then turned to her and repeated in concert: "Three hours. Seriously." The attractive female could barely believe what she had heard. We sounded like the band had been together for a few years. It was a huge compliment for us, but both RH and I know that some amazing things can happen when professional musicians jam on the fly.

The night was hugely successful. We played until 2:00 in the morning, the crowd wanted us to continue playing, in fact, the management enjoyed our entertainment so much, they asked us to return to the bar in the future. I think I would like to come back to that bar if we play to a packed house. This would also be an excellent venue for Müle Shöe to perform.

It was about 4:00 in the morning by the time we had the PA equipment unloaded into the studio back home. RH and I exchanged phone numbers as we enjoyed each other's company and musicianship. I think it is very likely that we will do business again in the future.

I was a very tired man by the time I got into my house at 4:30 in the morning. I treated myself to a nightcap, as I did not have one alcoholic beverage the entire evening. Three days later, I am still recovering from the antics of Saturday night, even though the experience was well worth the lack of sleep.

Tired of Waiting For A Gmail Invite?

The most coveted email addresses today are likely the Gmail addresses. Since the inception of Gmail, which offered up to one gigabyte of on-line storage for your message, all other web-based mail services have been fighting an uphill battle. Getting a Gmail account was a difficult matter. The catch was that you had to be "invited" to sign up for a Gmail account. If your situation is like mine, I have never received a Gmail invite.

I have been informed that I did get at least one Gmail invite, but it ended up in my Junk Mail folder, and thus it was deleted without my knowing.

If you thought the war for web-based email is over, you might want to think again. To directly compete with Gmail, Yahoo! will be offering 1 gigabyte of email storage for all new and current users, commencing in May -- and you won't have to wait around for someone to send you an invite either.

I think a gigabyte of email storage is overkill. I have not had email quota issues with my Yahoo! mail account since junk mails were no longer counted against your storage quota. My current 250 megabyte quota is sitting around 1% capacity in my Yahoo! account.

Yahoo! mail still rocks. It may not be the most popular, nor offer the highest storage quota, but it does everything I need it to do.

As for MSN Hotmail, a few weeks ago I signed up for an account, and without disclosing that email address to anybody, I started immediately receiving spam in that account. I smell something fishy.

Saturday, April 16, 2005

True Love Is A Nice Set of Tits

Advertisements are the bane of the Devil. After nearly three decades of being bombarded by marketers telling me exactly what it is I need to buy in order to be happy, I have developed the superhuman power to ignore them. I don't look at the ads in the paper, on the web, and I don't watch commercials on television. Nor do I hear them if I am listening to the radio.

But rarely, I find an advertisement that strikes me for some reason or another. While I was on the web today, I came across an advertisement that struck a chord when I saw it. The advertisement itself did not offend me; it was the inferred message that did.

Have a good look at the accompanying advertisement and consider what you see. Read the text and put it into context of the image. This advertisement says a lot more than what fifteen words can say.

We all know that "sex sells"; sex is primal, and we all think about it -- probably more often than we know or care to admit. The use of attractive models to sell a product or service has been the primary ammunition of the marketing arsenal since the sexual revolution (and probably much longer than that). This advertisement is no different.

What bothers me the most about this advertisement is that the caption that says: "Find True Love", while right above it is a pair of beautifully-crafted breasts. The ad does not show the model's face, nor does it say anything about her personality or her interests. The entire focus of the ad is on her "assets" -- and what this ad is telling me is that true love can be found within a nice pair of breasts.

The top caption of the ad covers the model's face -- not unlike placing a paper bag over her head. This just further supports the objectification and subjugation of women. In this case, her face is unimportant, as well as her personality or feelings. The only thing that is important in this ad, is that she has a nice rack, and it is wet. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to deduce that a wet body is symbolic of a female's readiness for copulation. Believe it or not, this ad infers these messages.

Look at the models' body language. Although you cannot see much of her, a lot can be said about the pose conveying a highly sexual message. The body is wet. You cannot see the model's face, but it appears to be turned in a upward direction, exposing the neck (another non-verbal message of vulnerability). The arms are lifted above the body to provide extra definition to the breasts. The arms also leave the sensual parts of the female body exposed, as an unwritten message to viewing males that she is leaving herself vulnerable to sexual exploitation. By this, her body language tells you she wants to be touched, invaded, even controlled.

I wish people weren't portrayed as objects in advertisements. Even male models are exploited with their washboard abs and huge pectorals. It just sends such an inaccurate message to our youth about what is considered desirable in our culture. Ads like this is exactly why there are so many teenage boys shooting up on steroids, and so many girls starving themselves to death.

We don't always notice them, but we are bombarded with these messages on such a regular basis, that they manifest themselves in our subconsciousness. There will be no end to the usage of sex in advertising. We will never win a direct battle against the corporate monolith of the advertisement; but we can educate ourselves and identify the messages that permeate our livelihood. We can make a difference; we can choose. We can choose to ignore the messages that exploit women, the human body, human sexuality, or other abominations of the human spirit.

I highly suggest you read Naomi Kleins' masterpiece, No Logo. There are copies available on Amazon.com for a couple of dollars. It is one of the best books I have ever read, and it has changed the way I think and feel about big-business antics with respect to marketing and low-cost mass-production. When you are done reading it, do yourself a favor and give the book to a teenaged relative. Even if it takes them years to read the book, they will thank you for it.

How Cool is This?


Nine Inch Nails will be releasing their highly-anticipated album With Teeth on May 3, 2005. The new single The Hand That Feeds has already hit the airwaves worldwide. But the coolest news regarding this release was released today.

The Nine Inch Nails anthology has been notorious for releasing albums that have remixed versions of previously recorded material. First, there was Fixed, which featured remixed songs from the EP Broken, and then there was Further Down The Spiral, which included remixed tracks originally featured on the album The Downward Spiral. This does not include all the remixes that were featured as B-sides on the other halos.

I have known for many years that Trent Reznor was a Mac nut, and the majority of his albums have been recorded digitally using Pro Tools on Mac platforms. Having "worshipped" Trent's music for a large portion of my early adulthood, I was always interested in the recording and production process of his masterpiece works. Today, I got my first glimpse into the layers upon layers of raunchy guitars, screeching keyboards, angst-driven vocals, and loops of static.

Today, Trent Reznor made available to the world, the recording session for The Hand That Feeds as a free download via the NIN website. The song has been encoded in Garageband format, so anybody with a current version of Garageband (i.e. Garageband 2) can import the session, and make their own remixes of The Hand That Feeds. How cool is that? To my knowledge, no recording artist has ever done anything like this before.

Without wasting any time, I downloaded the recording session to my computer. I have an older version of Garageband, so I was unsure if the session would even play on my computer. I did get a great number of errors while the session loaded, but I managed to get the file to play. I also got a number of errors due to the lack of available RAM (I would suggest having a minimum of 1 gigabyte of RAM before you attempt at editing the session), but I was nonetheless ecstatic. I can't wait until I can start messing around with the loops and create my own Nine Inch Nails remix.

This has got to be the coolest thing I have seen in the longest time. Bravo, Trent.

Thursday, April 14, 2005

The Killer Instinct

Once again, the brain is running in overdrive. My brain has been processing information non-stop for the last five hours. I am hoping that if I write any of this down, that I might be able to free up some room in the "attic".

I, not unlike the other six-odd billion primates on this planet, want to be successful. Some people get lucky breaks, while others are forced to slug it out in the trenches for many years before they can harvest the fruit of their efforts. I am one of those unlucky many that are currently slugging it out in the trenches. I have probably made some poor choices along the way, but the end result is that I am still fighting, and I have not conceded defeat in achieving everything I have ever desired.

Donald Trump said something that struck a chord in me during tonight's episode of the Apprentice. He said (and I paraphrase): "Don't ever quit; never give up". I think these are words that a successful person should live by. I also think that every successful person already knows that advice, so his motivational speech isn't all that groundbreaking. Nonetheless, I still respect "The Donald", for he is far more successful than I.

Even before tonight's broadcast of the Apprentice, I was seriously considering the issues of wealth, of hard work, of power, success, as well as a few of the other related issues I have recently mentioned in this blog. Am I the only one who thinks that the rich have got it easy? What I mean by this question is that the wealthy seem to have an easier time acquiring and maintaining their wealth than the rest of us. I began to ask myself why, for I believe the answers are the key to true success.

The first key personality trait that a person requires to be successful is the fire; the "killer instinct" some call it. Others call it drive, desire, or commitment to their profession. You have to believe in yourself, your goals, and stop at nothing in order to accomplish your achievements. This is exactly what Donald Trump had said in tonight's broadcast, but there is a lot more than meets the eye. Most people forget to read the fine print. This often means sacrifice on many levels.

If you want to be successful, the focus of all your energies is integral. You should be prepared to go without sleep or food so you can accomplish your tasks, and meet important deadlines. I sleep very little these days, and when I do sleep, I am usually half-awake, thinking about what needs to be done in the next day or two. There are countless University graduates who think they will be successful solely because they have a post-secondary education; that they deserve the 9-to-5 job. Sadly, a 9-to-5 job does not guarantee success. CEO's of many corporations spend more than 40 hours per week at their job. In fact, their career is also their livelihood. From my vantage point, the success of a corporation is often determined by the success of the CEO.

Diversity is also key to those who are successful. The cliché holds true: never put all your eggs in one basket. Every successful entrepreneur I know has their money, time, and interests divided among many different endeavors. I am no different. I have my day job that I work 8 to 5 every day. I am also self-employed, where I work up to six evenings per week. I gig on weekends not just because it is fun, but also because it is a form of income. I have also been considering the possibilities how I could further diversify myself. If you read this blog regularly, you already have an idea on what I would like to expand my interests in.

What was in the forefront of my mind the whole evening, is what it is, exactly, that separates the very rich from the rest of us. After some deliberation, the answer became clear:

The very rich make money even while sitting on the pot.

In other words, they are still getting richer while doing nothing!

The rest of us aren't so lucky. If we are sick, we lose money. If we take a day off, we lose a day's wages. Our time is valuable because it is our labor that ultimately pays the bills. The successful do not have to resort solely to this form of income.

The reason became clear when I considered the diversity of their interests. The rich not only make money by working, they also make money due to investments. They have savings in the bank, they hold stocks, and bonds (a rich man's way of gambling), they also own art and property; two things that appreciate in value. This is often called residual income, and it has the potential to make someone very, very rich. The catch is that you often need assets before you can generate income by passing the time.

This is also the first mistake that most of us make. Loans and credit are very dangerous because they work against the investor. Studies in sociology as well as human geography have demonstrated that most of us live as much as 30% beyond our financial means. We are constantly borrowing money in order to pay for items that we want, but do not necessarily need. "Payday loans" and credit cards are generally the worst. You miss one payment, and the interest you are charged is astronomical. You end up paying so much for these items, that the investment won't even be worthwhile. Here's a word of advice; never buy technology or anything with a high depreciative value on credit. You will never get any return on your investment. There as so many big-box realtors that off you "no money down, no interest for 12 months", that countless people are duped into thinking that they can buy nice stuff (and usually buy articles way beyond their means) and still think that they are getting a great deal. The only deal you will ever get is by paying in cash instead of credit.

Entrepreneurs also know about cloning.

When I say cloning, I of course do not mean it in the literal sense. Any small business owner will tell you that there comes a point where he has to delegate certain tasks to a subordinate(s). In this way, you can hire people who are trained and/or qualified in certain key areas, so the business owner can solely focus on the expansion of his or her business. This means that the hiring of laborers for grunt work (if the business requires hard labor), secretarial or office staff, accountants, even engineers and lawyers can become worthy assets of any company. This premise is integral to success of any business, but it is also the key (and breaking point) of countless get-rich-quick schemes.

My rule of thumb is build everything yourself, and then you don't have to pay-out to anybody who sits above you.

As I mentioned earlier, success and financial stability is solidified by the entrepreneur's assets -- especially when it comes to real estate. Now rich people make and lose money overnight while playing the stock market, and I am of the opinion that playing with stocks is about as safe as playing with explosives. Real estate, in most cases is an investment that will almost guarantee you a return. Only in rare occasions will you ever see a property devalue.

Select members of my family lineage have made themselves successful because of their investments in Real Estate. The building I work in is owned by a local entrepreneur who owns a while pile of local Real Estate. Countless others have made a comfortable living by owning rental properties. And generally speaking, when you own property, you see a monthly return on your investment.

You own enough properties, you can sell them all off when you decide to retire and live comfortably for a very long time.

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Careless Geriatric Drivers

I can usually tell what kind of day it's going to be within the first hour of waking. Today was no different -- and once the day takes a turn for the worse, the entire day is shot.

I was taking my normal commute to work this morning when I nearly totaled my car. I was driving down one of the major arteries of my city, when I spotted a Chrysler leaving the parking lot of a neighborhood Medical Arts Centre. I saw him from about 100 meters back, and noticed he wanted to turn left onto a 4-lane road. I also saw him inching forward, anticipating his turn.

In fact, he began turning left on the road as I quickly approached him -- and he was on a collision course with my vehicle. I slammed on my breaks and came to a screeching halt not 3 meters from his car. From my vantage point, I could tell that this driver was so old, all I could see was his knuckles on the steering wheel. What the idiot driver did next, I could hardly believe. He stopped his car, blocking two lanes of traffic. There was no way I could go around him.

That's when a gasket blew somewhere in my skull. I completely lost it, I was so angry. It was a damn good thing that I had my seatbelt on, as I am sure I would have jumped out of my car and done something I would live to regret. The first thing on my mind was to destroy his drivers' license. Resorting to verbal and physical abuse was the immediate second thought on my mind. I stared at him with the most vicious face I could, full of wrath, burning holes through him with my evil eyes, and I madly pointed my fingers at him to get the hell out of my way. As he crossed my path, he looked at me, and hopefully with his dim eyesight, he could see me telepathically tell him: "And your children, too".

Part of me really wanted my car to collide with his. His vehicle was in the wrong; I was on a major street, the parking lot is controlled by a stop sign. But I just got my car fixed. I have paid an astronomical amount of insurance premiums in the last few years. And the last time I totaled my car, the experience was traumatic enough, that I never want to go through the experience again.

If the roads were icy, the collision would have happened, and it would not have been a pretty sight. I am thanking my lucky starts that even though the roads were wet, there was enough traction to allow me to stop, and ultimately avoid the collision.

I ended up being pissed-off the entire day.

Then, in the afternoon while I was running some errands, I narrowly avoided another accident. Not two blocks from where I was nearly struck in the morning, and old white boat is leaving a parking lot, turning right onto a 4-lane street. He was at a stop sign, but decided to stop and shoulder check once his vehicle was halfway into the lane, and I was fast approaching. I slammed on my brakes again, and came to a full stop with a few meters to spare, otherwise I would have taken off the front half of his car. Guess what? He was another old and blind driver, who apparently had one foot in the grave. Once again, I had to let the offending driver get out of my way, even though I had the right-of-way. I am thanking my lucky stars that nobody had been tailing me at either incident, or it might have been my car that got turned into a tin can, with me being the main ingredient.

In hindsight, I am somewhat surprised that I never used my horn in either near-miss. In fact, I almost never use my horn. I suppose there is good reason for that, because I cannot stand being honked at myself. Using a horn on me is a good reason to replace your windshield. The horn enrages me, and once again, the seatbelt comes to save my life, as it usually keeps me firmly planted to my seat. This is also the reason why I do not keep a crowbar in my vehicle, as it would more than likely be used as a bludgeoning weapon, rather than for tire replacement. Yes, the horn is a direct-link to my insane realm -- and I have no idea why it affects me so. But when someone honks at me, I always end up playing some scenario out in my head where I get out of my vehicle, force the driver open the hood of his car and proceed to rip out the horn with my bare hands. I then envison slashing the tires, smashing the headlights in, destroying the windshield and slamming his thick skull in the car door. That should give the offending driver a clear message that they should never honk their horn at me.

Yes, I suffer from Road Rage, and from what I have written, you can tell I have a pretty bad case of it. If you watched me drive, you wouldn't realize my affliction. I don't drive like a bat out of Hell, and I don't hog the road. But I do have a zero-tolerance for asshead drivers who think they own the road. And if I could, I would like to take those incarnates (cocky, rushed, careless road hogs) off the road permanently.

I cannot believe that there aren't as many accidents in this city as there are. The drivers are among the worst I have ever seen. Apparently the demographics have shown that drivers 16-25 are at the highest risk of getting into a collision. From my experience, it is the drivers aged 65 and up that are the worst drivers.

In the last three weeks, I have narrowly avoided five collisions (and they occurred on two separate days). The offending drivers of each and every vehicle that narrowly escaped the wrath of my insurance company were all above the age of 65.

I really would like to know what these people are paying in insurance premiums. I will agree that young drivers are a risky demographic, but we also get taken to cleaners by the insurance agencies. I have just spent three years of my life paying astronomical insurance premiums, and I am sick and tired of paying what I do. Seniors get all kinds of tax breaks, insurance breaks, and even "seniors' discounts" of almost every imaginable commodity. If these geriatric drivers are so bad, why aren't they paying insurance premiums that are comparative to those of the 16-25 demographic? If those seniors had the choice of paying the premiums of my younger "careless" counterparts, perhaps it might be enough to keep the worst ones off the road.

The Lord Giveth...

And the Tax Man Taketh Away.

The one deadline in the year that I don't fuck with is the April 30th deadline to file my income tax return. There have been a few years when I've been chomping at the bit, but generally I manage to file my tax return within 2 to 3 weeks before the deadline.

This year, I got a little freaked, as it seemed that with respect to my musical career, the floodgates have been opened. I am working 14-16 hour days, usually until midnight, with rehearsals, gigs, and teaching my pupils. I am currently rehearsing with three bands (I have never had that many bands on the go at once), so it seems that I am being asked to be at multiple places at the same time. Looking at my schedule for the next few weeks did not leave many days open that I would be able to tackle my tax return. At the first opportunity (today) I did just that.

Since I operate my own business, filing my tax return isn't as easy as everyone else's. There is a lot more work involved with respect to business income, expenses, liabilities, etc. Unfortunately, this year the tax return wasn't so kind to me. I had to pay.

2005 is quickly becoming an expensive year for me. I am generally spending more than I am making, and I am trying to recover my expenses by taking any extra-curricular job I can. That means weekend gigs, and extra students.

I think I need a big raise.