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Derek Jan 2001


Journal: News & Comment

This is "Penmachine.com: January 2001," a page that archives an entire month's entries from my online journal. The latest material for that month is at the top. For my newest entries, visit the home page.
Wednesday, January 31, 2001 - newest items first
# 11:49:00 AM:

I lost my job today

This morning, my employer since August 12, 1996, Multiactive Software Inc., laid off a number of people -- including me. Now I have a few weeks to:
  1. Update my expertise page.
  2. Look for a new job.
Since I'm mostly a stay-at-home dad, I only want something part time. If you know of any leads, e-mail away.
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Monday, January 29, 2001 - newest items first
# 8:29:00 PM:

Get down tonight!

If you played video games twenty years ago (and if you have QuickTime installed), you'll enjoy this little film.
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Friday, January 26, 2001 - newest items first
# 12:40:00 PM:

Today's updates come fast and furious

Okay, this is the last one for today, but possibly the neatest. While reading the San Jose Mercury News's Palm handheld edition this morning, I saw a link to George Washington University librarian Gary Price's "Fast Facts" page. As David Plotnikoff of the SJMN notes in his column, Fast Facts is "an amazing compendium of specialized online almanacs, statistical yearbooks and other quick resources, covering topics from agriculture to zoology. The site has everything from the number of moviegoers in Norway last year to step-by-step instructions for landing a space shuttle."
If you have a use for both of those, my hat's off to you.
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# 10:30:00 AM:

Happy birthday, Lolo

The youngest of my two daughters was born one year ago today at St. Paul's Hospital in Vancouver. Now she walks and smiles and likes to read picture books. It's been quite a year.
Her sister will be three on Valentine's Day.
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# 10:29:00 AM:

How did California's power crisis happen?

In the nineteenth century, almost no one used electricity for anything productive. Now we're all fearfully dependent on it, as California's current power crisis shows. You can't run the Internet (or your house, or vital medical equipment, or the government) very well with no electricity.
I've been wondering how it came to this in the U.S.'s "Golden State." Feed magazine just explained it very well, and with quite a snarky attitude too.
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# 8:42:00 AM:

It keeps me alive, but still I am wary

I have diabetes, and I stay alive by injecting myself with insulin three times a day. I use synthetic human insulin, produced not by people but by genetically engineered bacteria. So, bioengineering saves my life every day.
Still, the four years of training that got me a B.Sc. in biology gives me enough of an understanding of biotechnology that I remain wary of its possibilities -- especially when we make genetic modifications to animals and plants used for food.
On Tuesday, the New York Times published an article (free registration required) about how such wariness from scientists and laypeople alike -- combined with arrogance and incompetence by companies making genetically modified (GM) foodstuffs -- has stymied GM foods from gaining much acceptance in the worldwide marketplace. Which, I think, is probably a good thing.
On another diabetic note, Salon argues that some diabetics using automated insulin pumps (which I don't) are actually some of the first cyborgs. It's a hard argument to deny.
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Wednesday, January 24, 2001 - newest items first
# 2:39:00 PM:

The mutability of language

Countries such as France (and provinces including Québec) have official agencies to preserve the "purity" of their language. English has no such authority, and, I would argue, is richer for it.
Still, it does get mangled in creative ways sometimes, and not just by people like me who work in marketing.
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# 11:58:00 AM:

Feeling warmer? Or not?

Some parts of the northern hemisphere are suffering record low temperatures this winter. Others are having record mild spells. Even here in Vancouver, we have much lower than usual snowpacks on the local mountains, which makes for lousy skiing.
Is this evidence of accelerated global warming? After all, global warming doesn't mean everywhere gets warmer -- just that there tend to be more extremes, with the average temperature getting higher.
I suspect the answer is yes. The bad news of this new century may very well be dominated by the consequences of climate change, the way the last one was dominated by wars, genocide, and the threat of nuclear annihilation.
And on that cheery note, I'd like to say that this is a really spiffy notebook computer.
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Thursday, January 18, 2001 - newest items first
# 9:25:00 AM:

Look out below

The Russian Space Agency plans to destroy the 15-year-old, long-suffering Mir space station by steering it into earth's atmosphere to break up -- and to let anything that doesn't burn on re-entry fall into the Indian Ocean.
Few people have been alarmed by the plan, even though the last re-entry of a formerly-occupied space station, NASA's Skylab (in July 1979), sprayed space junk over (fortunately) largely unoccupied swaths of Australia. There was quite a hubbub before Skylab's uncontrolled descent, including worries about the very slim chance of debris hitting a nuclear power plant -- and even an immortal theme song by The Monks (a spoof punk band).
Punk rock not being what it was then, I haven't heard of any plans for a Mir theme song. But if you do, please let me know.
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Wednesday, January 17, 2001 - newest items first
# 1:36:00 PM:

Another worthy language site

This one is based in the U.K., at worldwidewords.org. Lots of stuff, plenty of trivia, and a suitably low-key British sense of humour. For instance, they (correctly) note that the word webinar is "not a felicitous formation."
I tracked World Wide Words down through Apple Computer's EdView educational Web index.
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# 10:43:00 AM:

More infiltrations

In yesterday's note, I forgot to mention that we also explored some abandoned mineshafts and prisons(where we climbed the guard tower and found the old gallows chamber). My roommate at the time even found himself a prison guard's uniform jacket.
Don't try this at home. On second thought, do. If you're young and without a spouse and kids who don't want to see you injured, anyway.
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Tuesday, January 16, 2001 - newest items first
# 5:00:00 PM:

It has a name: infiltration

In university, I had a group of friends prone to unusual activities. We called them "excursions," but it turns out we were not alone -- and that most people who do similar things call them "infiltrations."
Ours included exploring the steam tunnels beneath the University of B.C. and the storm sewers underneath the city of West Vancouver, riding freight trains, and adventures in a few railway tunnels (on one of which I jumped on a train midway, and unknowingly left my two companions behind -- without a flashlight). A few years later, one of our members extended his rail-riding by going all the way to New Orleans from Vancouver on freight cars.
Anyway, Salon magazine just published a feature about the online network of people who do such things. It's a fun read.
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Wednesday, January 10, 2001 - newest items first
# 4:17:00 PM:

The search for perfect software

Here's one of my favourite quotes: "If the software isn't perfect, some of the people we go to meetings with might die." It's from Bill Pate, one of the software engineers who works on the Space Shuttle.
His group is one of the only ones in the world that makes essentially bug-free software. It is possible, despite what your experience with commercial personal computer software might tell you. Read moreto find out how the Shuttle software development process works.
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Monday, January 08, 2001 - newest items first
# 1:17:00 PM:

The impersistence of memory

Okay, so my little "ten years on the Internet" post managed to be both correct in many of its facts and completely out to lunch on the timeline. (In fact, the tenth anniversary had long since passed when I posted it.) I'll let Steve -- the protagonist, who is now a Senior Systems Administrator at Simon Fraser University -- clarify:
Well, the timelines are a bit off. From my (fading) memory, it goes like this:
TZ was started on an Apple ][ in April of 1983 (I believe). It quickly expanded to use to 640k drives (big at the time). Sometime in 1984, I found an HP750 drive in the Buy & Sell for $30. It was off an HP3000 minicomputer. Since I didn't have a channel interface on my Apple (:)), I had to build an interface. That took most of my grade 12 year to perfect, so it was the summer of '85 by the time it was working. I ended up having to use a second Apple2 to control the interface and communicate with the drive. It in turn spoke to my Apple2 running TZ over a 9600bps serial line. That didn't matter much, because my modem speed was only 300bps. I set up an AE (Ascii Express) board that you got to from a menu option in TZ. The AE line managed the software that was uploaded and downloaded to/from the giant drive. I ended having to lock down the hours of the AE line to midnight-8am, since otherwise it monopolized the use of the BBS. As a result, every night at midnight, the drive spun up, and then stayed on until about 8:15am (it had a timeout that would shut down the drive after some period of inactivity).
In 1986, a lamp fell over and shorted the ground of the drive to 120v. I was never able to really revive the drive after that.
In '87, I built an IBM PC out of parts that Richard had given to me that he pulled from his clients' upgraded machines. I had a basic 4.77 Mhz PC w/ 10mb hard drive. On this, I built 'TZ 2', written entirely in assembler and using raw tracks/sectors to store messages. The board was only open to my friends - I think it gradually grew to a total of about 100 members (compared to the old one, which had some 1500). I gradually converted its storage to file-based storage and in '89, I believe, I added a freeware BBS (I can't remember it's name - begins with a 'W') that supported UUCP for e-mail and NetNews. I set it up to work with Curt Sampson's server, who in turn connected to Wimsey. Curt Sampson is still around today. I saw him again at an EnglishBay LISA meet a couple of years ago. I can't remember which ISP in Vancouver he owns.
In about '91, when I moved over to Network Operations at SFU, I stopped using Curt's server and set up a server at SFU called "tz.ucs.sfu.ca". It received all mail and usenet for our 'TZ' and I would walk the data home on a floppy each night (primitive, I know).
I toyed with the wireless gear when we moved to an apartment in New West that had line-of-sight to SFU - that was the summer of '92 - but no go.
By then, of course, the Internet was well established and there were lots of avenues to get on. When we moved from New West, the server was relocated to Bob's house, but its use gradually died out as people moved fully over to the Internet (and the World Wide Web really took off)
But Derek, considering you were remembering someone else's life, more or less, you were pretty darned accurate!
Hard to believe it was so many years ago.
I now have a 3mbps link to my house, a computer that's 1000 times faster than TZ's with 1000 times more storage & 1000 times more RAM and I manage a terabyte of storage at work.
Also, another participant from the time, Richard Campbell, reports that:
I believe the drive was an HP 750, and it was originally only 20Mb, Steve did some sort of software improvement to it that got it up to 50Mb.There you have it. I was only wrong about the hard drive by about five years! Pretty soon (in 2003), it will be the 20th anniversary of the Twilight Zone BBS -- and of the purchase of my first 300 bps modem.
Okay, enough already.
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Friday, January 05, 2001 - newest items first
# 12:48:00 PM:

I am an old-timer at 31

NOTE: On January 8, 2001, I posted a large batch of corrections to this badly-remembered tale. Please check them out above.

I can't pinpoint the exact date, but I know the place in cyberspace where it happened. Sometime soon is my tenth anniversary of using the Internet, and it began on a long-gone dial-up computer bulletin board system (BBS) here in Vancouver. The BBS was called the Twilight Zone, and had been built and run since 1984 by my friend Steve Hillman, who has since gone on to be a long-time employee of Simon Fraser University's computer operations department.
Steve was, and is, a pretty crafty hardware and software guy. To illustrate: The Twilight Zone (a.k.a. "TZ") ran from an Apple II with a modem and one phone line. Like most BBSs, only one person could call in at a time, so in today's terms, it was something like a serial Internet Service Provider (ISP), capable of handling no more than a single customer at any time. At one point Steve acquired an old Hewlett-Packard (I think) 50 MB hard drive. This was in the mid-80s, when 50 MB hard drives were the size of dishwashers -- and consumed more power. Steve's had probably been designed for a mainframe or minicomputer, but that didn't faze him.
He built his own interface card for this drive, and wrote his own driver software. On the drive, he stored download files that were too big for the floppy disks on the Apple, as well as his own local mirror of some Usenet newsgroups and Internet e-mail for TZ's users, of which I was one.
He soon discovered that the 50 MB drive consumed so much power that it was significantly increasing his parents' power bill each month. (TZ lived in his room in the attic of their Kitsilano house.) So he did some more hacking, and soon enough the drive only powered up when someone calling TZ requested files it contained -- thus, in the middle of the night he was sometimes awakened by the drive rumbling to life.
The Internet connection was primitive (Steve called it the Usenet connection, in fact -- that was the most important bit). Here's how it worked.
At a predetermined time in the middle of the night (eventually he revised it to several times a day, I believe), TZ -- if it wasn't busy with someone calling in -- would automatically dial up Wimsey, one of Vancouver's first ISPs, which has now apparently been absorbed into Inter.Net Canada. TZ would upload any e-mail and Usenet postings from its users since the last connection, and download new e-mail and Usenet postings for them. Then, the next time someone dialed in (at between 300 and 2400 bps -- not the 56,000 bps even modems are today), we could read new posts and e-mail. Our replies would go out the next day.
Being able to send e-mail around the world in less than a day was pretty cool. (Now I expect it to go out within seconds, of course.) Reading Usenet was also cool. There was no World Wide Web at all -- it wouldn't exist in any form for at least a year.
Our addresses then were all @tz.wimsey.bc.ca. We used pseudonyms, and mine had been The Grodd since my earliest BBSing days in 1983. So I was thegrodd@tz.wimsey.bc.ca -- that was my first Internet e-mail address. When Steve started working at SFU, he moved the Internet connection there, so I became thegrodd@tz.ucs.sfu.ca. At one point, Steve even experimented with a wireless connection between TZ and SFU -- something that's still pretty cutting edge ten years on.
Later, the 50 MB drive died a smoking death. We took the heavy steel, pizza-size, orange oxide-coated hard disk platters on our annual summer camping trip to Long Beach on Vancouver Island and used them as (potentially lethal) frisbees that would sail up, up in the howling west coast wind, slicing afterward into the soft sand -- and the occasional driftwood log. (No heads, fortunately.)
By late 1992, my Internet connection was through the University of B.C., where I eventually became something of an expert and sat on the university's Task Force on Appropriate Use of Information Technology. Now the Internet is my job.
I wonder where the Internet and I will be in another decade?
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Wednesday, January 03, 2001 - newest items first
# 12:07:00 PM:

It took less than a day

I warned you on New Year's Eve to keep an eye out for the black monoliths. Look what happens when you don't listen to me.
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Derek Dec 2000


Journal: News & Comment

This is "Penmachine.com: December 2000," a page that archives an entire month's entries from my online journal. The latest material for that month is at the top. For my newest entries, visit the home page.
Sunday, December 31, 2000 - newest items first
# 10:47:00 PM:

Welcome to 2001

Keep an eye out for black monoliths.
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Friday, December 29, 2000 - newest items first
# 11:27:00 AM:

A place to which I'll never return

For Christmas, my dad gave me deep-sea explorer Robert Ballard's new book The Eternal Darkness. Although it's about the truly deep ocean -- thousands of metres down, where light from the sun never reaches -- it reminded me of my brief time as a scuba diver, more than a decade ago.
Scuba diving reaches only the thinnest top skin of the ocean. Recreational divers are limited to about 30 metres in depth. By contrast, the average depth of the ocean is something like 4,000 metres, while the very bottom, in the Challenger Deep of the Mariana Trench, is over 11,000 metres down. Only two men have ever been there, in a 1960 dive aboard the bathyscaph Trieste. (Twelve people have been to the moon.)
Anyway, I was a scuba diver, plumbing the thin skin of the ocean, from 1988 to 1991, when I developed diabetes. Though it is still theoretically possible for me to dive, the blood-sugar anomalies that are part of my disease make it unsafe, at least in my judgment. Still, I remember vividly from my diving days some of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. One incident in particular stands out.
While taking a summer course for my marine biology degree at the Bamfield Marine Station in 1989, I went underwater nearly every day -- sometimes twice a day. As part of my summer research project, I was collecting sea pens (colonial animals related to corals, sea anemones, and jellyfish) from the bottom of Bamfield Inlet, a minute or two's swim from the station itself. It was generally an unremarkable dive -- not in deep water, not far from land, not in any spectacular underwater location. I spent the time concentrated on the sandy, mucky bottom, gathering sea pens in my mesh bag, monitoring my air supply and time under, and making sure I knew where my dive buddy and I were. A spotter kept an eye on our bubbles from shore.
At the end of our dive, we navigated toward the station underwater, aiming to hit the surface as close to shore (and far away from passing boats) as possible. I looked up for the first time in a while.
Ahead of us, the sun shone down through a forest of giant kelp, growing in a band between the steep Bamfield shore and the deeper water where we had been. The deep greens and dappled light are hard to describe, but photos like these ones give you an idea how it looked. Sort of. But drifting there, weightless, after spending half an hour in the gloom of a muddy bottom, was almost mystical.
I miss experiences like that. But I remember them.
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# 10:57:00 AM:

Yes, I actually enjoy this stuff

In case anyone doubted that I am a true language geek, here is my latest find (forwarded by a fellow language geek): an entire article dedicated to the question of whether "millennium" has one n or two.
It confirms my long conviction that the word requires two n's -- held since my days wondering about the spelling of Han Solo's ship Millennium Falcon in Star Wars. Which brands me as another type of geek altogether, of course.
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Friday, December 22, 2000 - newest items first
# 11:03:00 AM:

Happy birthday, Oma

I neglected to note it here on the day itself, but Monday, December 18, was my grandmother's 90th birthday. She was born Hedwig Olga Anders in 1910, in what was then part of Prussia and is now (I think) in Poland. She has lived through two wars and lost two husbands: Karl Müller in 1947 (to tuberculosis contracted in a Russian PoW camp), and Milos Purkart in 1981 (to heart disease). While evacuated from her home in Berlin in the late stages of World War II, she skillfully bartered with rural farmers to feed and clothe her kids when food and cloth were scarce and money worthless.
In Germany before the War, she had worked cleaning government buildings. After coming to Canada in 1955, she helped her second husband run several resuaurants, including the then-legendary Schnitzel Haus and Hofbräu Haus. Her two children, Erika Stoiber and Jürgen Karl Miller, are both successful professionals in Vancouver, Canada. J. Karl is my dad.
Into her eighties, she was still regularly walking around Stanley Park -- a 10 km trek. Although she had a stroke in 1995 that partially paralyzed her left hand, my Oma has continued to live on her own in a condominum on Vancouver's Coal Harbour. She still makes great food. Last week, she slipped and broke her other wrist, unfortunately, so she has been staying with one or the other of her kids until it heals. So I'd like to say a public happy birthday and wish her well. She has made no history, but she has been part of it, and is a remarkable woman.
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Wednesday, December 20, 2000 - newest items first
# 11:26:00 AM:

A tiny sample of shattered life

Yesterday evening, a large glass measuring bowl fell from a shelf in our kitchen, hit the coffee maker, and exploded like a bomb. My wife and two daughters were in the kitchen at the time, and only my youngest (11 months old) was spared from the flying glass. My wife received a couple of cuts to her face, and my older daughter (almost three) had minor wounds on both her feet.
The sound of the crash brought me running out of the bathroom. We all spent the next couple of hours removing glass splinters, putting on bandages, and cleaning up the mess. We had to throw out a number of things, including some food and the coffee maker.
I hope it's not trivializing, but the experience gave me a (thankfully) very small taste of what it must be like when something really serious but unexpected happens, like an earthquake, a robbery, or a real bomb. I can only imagine the disorientation, shock, and chaos that are a regular part of life for people living in war zones or under other reigns of terror. It made me glad we don't.
A friend of ours was teaching in Kobe, Japan when it was struck by an earthquake in 1995. His apartment was supremely messed up, but he was lucky that his building didn't collapse, as others nearby did. He remained for a few weeks, but in the end being there was too difficult, physically and emotionally, and he moved back to Canada. He is now a teacher here.
In our simpler life, everything's cleaned up now, except for the occasional random shard of glass we find. I bought a new coffee maker later last evening, and by 11:00 p.m. we were all in bed, safely asleep.
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Tuesday, December 19, 2000 - newest items first
# 12:16:00 AM:

Is music bred in the bone?

More than five years ago, I got married (at a lovely lakeside house), quit being a full-time drummer, and made writing and editing my career. Or so I thought.
Since 1995, I've played a few fill-in shows with my old band, The Neurotics (a.k.a. Hourglass), but recently those shows have become more frequent.
Today, two things made me realize I was turning back into a musician:
  1. I replaced all the drum heads on my kit -- because I realized that some of them were a decade old. Then, while testing out the drumset, I began to rediscover the joy of playing (of course, my recent free trip to New York didn't hurt either).
  2. I started looking at musical catalogs, browsing music Web sites, and visiting music stores again, just for fun.
There's a chance I may get to be the regular drummer for my former band once more. When I left in 1995, I was 26, recently out of university, and still unsure of my role in life. Many of my acquaintances were musicians. Now, I'm 31, married and the father of two girls, long out of school, well established as a technical writer and editor, and pretty happy as a part-time stay-at-home dad. Most of my acquaintances now are computer geeks or other parents.
But my daughters like it when I play drums for them -- they dance, they bang along, they smile and laugh. I'm glad I'm starting to enjoy it myself again too. Maybe it's unavoidable. My grandfather was a choir director and composer (as well as a carpenter), my dad was always the guy who played guitar at friends' parties, and even those two kids of mine seem to have talents for singing and playing instruments -- as much as anyone can tell when they're both under three, anyway.
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Saturday, December 16, 2000 - newest items first
# 1:08:00 PM:

Sloshing in a winter wonderland

The southwest coast of British Columbia has Canada's mildest weather, but we're not immune to winter. A couple of nights ago we had our first snow of the season, followed by a howling windstorm. And, as often happens here, the next day was brilliantly sunny and beautiful beyond description.
Now (also as usual) it is raining, turning the pretty snow into grey, sodden slush. The rest of the country may make fun of us for not knowing how to drive in the snow, but at least theirs stays powdery and light. I wouldn't want to be on the Prairies right now, where with the wind chill temperatures are in the minus-50 range -- but at that temperature snow and sand must be the same to drive on.
Since it rains a lot here in the winter, people like me are prepared with plenty of wet-wear clothing. We may look ridiculous, but we're dry.
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Tuesday, December 12, 2000 - newest items first
# 10:08:00 PM:

Why evenings are best

As my daughter (who will be three on Valentine's Day, 2001) was falling asleep tonight under the light of our Christmas tree, I noticed that she and her younger sister (now ten months old) look nearly identical when they sleep, though they are two years apart.
It was a warm and fuzzy feeling.
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Friday, December 08, 2000 - newest items first
# 5:13:00 PM:

Some better Vancouver photos

In my December 6 note below, about my trip to New York, I tried to find a photo of snow on the local mountains here in Vancouver to show how beautiful they are. The one I found then is okay, but I've since discovered a better alternative. There are some nice ones at Vancouver Views too (but beware the animated flags and other questionable Web design elements).
Don't everyone move here at once, now.
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# 8:47:00 AM:

I didn't care at the time. I do now.

Twenty years ago today, a man named Mark Chapman shot and killed John Lennon, the former Beatle. I was eleven at the time, and all I can recall is watching women crying in the streets of New York on television.
I liked the Beatles then -- I had enjoyed making a spectacle of myself mock-performing while the 45 rpm single of "Get Back" played on one of our jukeboxes, which my dad brought home from his job repairing them -- but I didn't make the connection with Lennon in 1980. I liked disco. He was just some guy. (Hey, I was eleven.)
Only in the following decade did I get it. Ten years later, in 1990, I was making part of my living playing drums on Beatles songs in a sixties cover band. I still do that today (see "The city that never rests," below). Through the Beatles I came to love rock 'n' roll, from Little Richard and Chuck Berry through AC/DC, Midnight Oil, Nirvana, and on -- and I went back too, to Muddy Waters and Otis Rush and Robert Johnson.
Last week, I sat behind the drums again in the basement of a hotel maybe ten or fifteen minutes' walk across Central Park in New York City from where John Lennon lived, and died. Three other guys and I played "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" and "With a Little Help From My Friends" and "I Saw Her Standing There," and more. Some of them, like "Here Comes the Sun," my band has probably played many more times than the Beatles did. We played songs the Beatles wrote, and songs they loved, and songs by people who loved them.
Funny that while I've played all those songs, Beatles and not, hundreds of times, the Beatles tunes -- especially the early ones, when Ringo really pounded and Paul went "wooo!" -- are still among the most fun to perform, and to hear. "I Saw Her Standing There" was the first track on the first album the Beatles released, coming up on forty years ago. Musicians know, though, that if things are going a little slow, that song can still get people dancing in seconds.
I never knew John Lennon, and maybe wouldn't have liked him if I did. But I'm glad he was around. It's too bad he didn't see his kids grow up.
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Wednesday, December 06, 2000 - newest items first
# 10:33:00 AM:

The city that never rests, never mind sleeps

This past weekend, I took a whirlwind trip to New York City in order to play drums with my old band, the Neurotics, at a private party at the very exclusive Sherry-Netherland Hotel at Fifth Avenue and 59th Street in Midtown Manhattan. We left Vancouver early Thursday morning and returned before noon on Saturday. It was my first trip to New York. As a naive first-timer, here are my impressions:
  • They call it the City That Never Sleeps. It's more than that. It's the City That Never Rests. We arrived late on a Thursday night, and the streets were busier -- with pedestrians, cars, buses, trucks, taxis, and police officers -- than anything I've ever seen here in my west-coast backwater, or even in London or Moscow. The sidewalks were packed. The cars were honking constantly. Cops said "move along!" Yow.
  • Most of the stereotypes are true, but they tell little of the story. The buildings are massive and tall. The cab rides are stomach-churning. People are generally better dressed than in most cities, and there seems to be an equal number of overweight balding men who ought to be named Lenny, even if they aren't, and overly made-up women in fur coats walking very small dogs. You get jostled a lot, but people aren't really that rude in general. There are random sewery smells. Delis and ridiculously expensive restaurants sit cheek by jowl. Most things cost too much.
  • Walking around Midtown, we constantly stumbled across famous places we'd heard about all our lives. "Oh look, there's Saks Fifth Avenue!" Or Bloomingdale's. Rockefeller Center. The Empire State Building. Central Park. The Chrysler Building. Grand Central Station. Macy's. Times Square. Park Avenue. Madison Avenue. Broadway. 42nd Street. And we never even got far enough south to see the World Trade Center, the Brooklyn Bridge, or the Statue of Liberty. We made it as far north as 81st Street in the Upper East Side, at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
  • For a city that is, on average, colder in the winter than Vancouver, people seem remarkably ill-adapted to the chill. Many people wore a lot more warm clothes than we did, and buildings were often overheated, so that coming in from the minus-5 (Celsius) air outside was like stepping into a sauna.
  • The food is consistently good, from the smallest corner deli to real sit-down restauarants. Oddly, the many bars and other drinking holes are extraordinarily poorly lit. Several times, I passed by a place on Thursday night and thought it was closed. Peering through the window, I saw it was packed with people standing, talking, and drinking in the half-light. Strange.
  • Other than the many famous places listed above, shopping is unremarkable, because NYC is populated with the same stores as everywhere else, from the Gap to Starbucks. In other words, I could buy most of the same stuff at home, cheaper. So I didn't buy anything except a New York logo touque (or, as they call it, a "hat").
  • Because of the high density, the repetition of stores is remarkable. In Midtown at least, there's a McDonald's, Duane-Reade pharmacy, packed-to-the-walls electronic store, T.G.I. Friday's, Tad's Steakhouse, or -- yes -- Starbucks on almost every block.
  • There are no back alleys or single-storey structures, in general. Each city block is a solid mass of buildings flush with the sidewalk, sometimes many, sometimes one huge monolith. This time of year, many are decorated for Christmas, and it's simultaneously quite pretty and imposing.
  • Even in polyglot Vancouver, I've never heard so many languages spoken or seen such a variety of faces in such a short time.
I can see how someone living in New York, with its pace and variety, might find everywhere else a bit dull. But Vancouver is my home, and it is beautiful, especially on a day like today, with the sun shining and snow fresh on the mountains.
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Journal: News & Comment

This is "Penmachine.com: November 2000," a page that archives an entire month's entries from my online journal. The latest material for that month is at the top. For my newest entries, visit the home page.
Wednesday, November 29, 2000 - newest items first
# 12:02:00 AM:

"Well, that was easy," say Canadians

With the Americans still dithering over whether they've elected a president, Canada managed to get our election over with in record time.
Of course, almost nothing changed. The Liberals under Jean Chrétien are still in power (with a few more seats), the Canadian Alliance (formerly the Reform party) is still the opposition (with a few more seats), and the remaining parties -- the Bloc Québecois, the New Democratic Party, and the Progressive Conservatives -- all continue in Parliament (but they all lost seats).
Chrétien has now won three elections in a row as leader of the Liberals. Perhaps more impressive, he has been elected in his riding in Québec eleven times -- in every election since 1963.
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Wednesday, November 22, 2000 - newest items first
# 5:12:00 PM:

The ultimate in Web design

As someone to whom words are generally more important than design, I tend to prefer Web sites that are built simply. But this one is ridiculous.
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Saturday, November 18, 2000 - newest items first
# 9:53:00 PM:

The next big step

Today, my wife took our oldest daughter, who will be three years old in February, to see her first movie. It was Rugrats in Paris. Apparently the little one was very civilized, but about two-thirds of the way through the film she said it was "time to go," so they went.
My first movie was Star Wars, in 1977. I still find it hard to believe that my parents didn't take me to a movie until I was eight, but it seemed normal at the time. The again, I think my parents have probably seen less than five movies in a theatre in the intervening 23 years. They are not much of a moviegoing couple -- they prefer to dance.
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Friday, November 17, 2000 - newest items first
# 4:26:00 PM:

Wrestling with words -- in winterwear

I just discovered that CBC News has a cool sub-site dedicated to arguments about words -- something I obviously enjoy -- and with a Canadian perspective, too. Give it a browse.
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# 11:37:00 AM:

Free photos from me to your desktop

Inspired by a link on Alistair.com to a site run by a former coworker of mine, who now lives in Australia, I thought I'd note that I have made a number of my photographs available at the MacDesktops site. You can download them for free and use them as computer desktop backgrounds, or whatever you prefer. (Please avoid trying to make money from them, though. They're mine.)
In case you care, the most popular one so far is the Puffer Fish, which I photographed at the Vancouver Aquarium this summer with a 50mm lens, ISO 200 Agfa film, and some surprisingly steady hands.
As Mister Rogers says, "Fish. I wonder if fish think."
Have fun.
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# 12:44:00 AM:

Happy birthday, Harriet

Okay, I missed it by a few days, but last week Harriet the Tortoise, who lives at a zoo in Australia, celebrated her birthday.
So?
Well, Harriet was collected from the Galapagos Islands by Charles Darwin.
Yes, that Charles Darwin, who scooped her up in 1835. Last week, Harriet turned 170.
My grandmother turns 90 next month. When she was born in 1910, Harriet the Tortoise was already 80 years old. (80 years is about the life expectancy for an average North American woman today.) Many think Harriet is the oldest animal on earth -- she's lived about 48 years longer than the oldest human did, and is still chugging away. Some of Canada's own bowhead whales might be older -- maybe much older -- but Harriet's age is confirmed, and she's certainly the oldest land creature ever known.
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Wednesday, November 15, 2000 - newest items first
# 12:26:00 PM:

More updates at Multiactive

At long, long last, we on the Web Team at Multiactive Software have jettisoned almost all of the old, legacy Web pages that have been hanging around in various guises since 1995, through five different Web site managers (including me) and more come-and-gone members of the Web Team itself than I can count. Our new, fresh, almost-cohesive site includes everything about our major product lines:
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# 11:51:00 AM:

Netscape 6 arrives -- but does anyone care?

Several years overdue, AOL/Netscape has finally released an official version of the Netscape 6 Web browser. (The last version was Netscape Communicator 4.7 -- they skipped 5 altogether.) It's an interesting product, completely different from its predecessors, very customizable, and apparently very good at adhering to Web standards. Unfortunately, it kind of sucks on my Mac. Older Macs in particular (that is, anything released before 1999) run it rather slowly, and anything before Mac OS 9 has problems because of how many files Netscape 6 keeps open in the background. Some features are very un-Mac-like -- which is to be expected, since the browser is essentially identical in its Mac, Windows, and Linux/Unix versions. Some keyboard shortcuts don't work. And it has colour-handling problems on systems with more than one monitor that run at different colour depths.
From what I've seen on the Windows computer I use at work, Netscape 6 is better there. The rendering engine (called "Gecko") that actually displays Web pages is very fast on any platform, however. And since it is open source -- meaning anyone can access, use, and modify it -- I expect Gecko to appear in all sorts of other products. Netscape may never dominate Web browsers over Internet Explorer as it once did, but it's not going away anytime soon.
In short, Netscape 6 is usable, but so far isn't up to Internet Explorer, older versions of Netscape, or upstart browsers like iCab and Opera.

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Friday, November 10, 2000 - newest items first
# 9:50:00 AM:

Usability problems lead to chaos, and eBay benefits

Scott Rosenberg of Salon magazine has a good column on how usability problems with some ballots in Florida may end up costing Al Gore the presidential election. Usability is more commonly applied to Web design these days, but in all disciplines, it's the extreme situations (like elections in which a few hundred votes make a difference among tens of millions) where tiny usability issues can have enormous consequences.
Perhaps a result of those ballot usability bugs, and though the papers' editors probably dislike the infamy, early press-run copies of a number of newspapers that prematurely announced George W. Bush as the definitive winner of this week's U.S. presidential election (and then issued revised headlines later in their press runs) are now for auction on eBay. Shades of "Dewey Defeats Truman," the false headline which arose in part because, decades ago, a newspaper's non-union staff was rushing to try to get out an election-night issue while many unionized staff were on strike.
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Thursday, November 09, 2000 - newest items first
# 10:06:00 AM:

Better the phone than the evil weed

British researchers have correlated a sharp decline in teen smoking in the U.K. with increased use of mobile phones, speculating that "mobile phones may satisfy the same teenage needs as smoking -- offering adult style and aspiration, individuality, sociability, rebellion, and peer group bonding."
That's a good thing. Then again, maybe in forty years someone will make a movie like The Insider about how mobile phones really were a significant cause of brain cancer...
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Wednesday, November 08, 2000 - newest items first
# 10:21:00 AM:

Is Microsoft Word useful for writers?

It seems like a silly question, but the world's most popular word processor, Microsoft Word, has a lot of poorly designed features and outright bugs that annoy people who write for a living. I helped start a discussion on the topic at the online magazine TidBITS, and it became very wide-ranging, including writers like me who've been driven away from Word, and Microsoft employees working on Microsoft Office 2001 for Macintosh.
I'm one of the Word defectors. I write using three other programs:
  • BBEdit, an extraordinary text editor from Bare Bones Software.
  • Nisus Writer, a quirky but powerful word processor from Nisus Software.
  • The editing window of Microsoft's own Outlook Express for Mac -- my e-mail program.
It says something (both about Word and about me) that I prefer Microsoft's e-mail program to their word processor for writing. The last version of Word I liked was 5.1a for the Mac, released in 1992. I still have it installed and use it on occasion.
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# 8:05:00 AM:

Then again...

Yesterday, I wrote "The outcome of the American election is much less clear. We'll all know tonight."
Well, maybe not.
As I write, Florida is re-counting its deciding ballots, with the difference between Bush and Gore at less than 1700 votes -- so something like 0.002% of the American nationwide vote will decide the contest. Is that good sign or a bad sign for democracy? Every vote counts, obviously, but are the candidates so alike and is the U.S.A. so split along party lines that whoever wins hardly has a mandate?
As the curse goes, "May you live in interesting times."
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Tuesday, November 07, 2000 - newest items first
# 11:13:00 AM:

Elections - one down, one to go

Today is the U.S. national election. We have one here in Canada on November 27. Whatever its flaws, Canada's parliamentary system has two obvious benefits over the U.S. model:
  1. We have a multitude of parties -- in this election, five major ones that already have seats in Parliament.
  2. Campaigns don't drag on forever. Our November 27 election was called (on the Prime Minister's whim, but that's another debate) a little over a week ago, so the whole campaign lasts slightly over a month. Since the U.S. has regularly scheduled elections every four years, the campaigns seem to start about half way through the term, and last 18 interminable months, or longer.
Right now, there seems little doubt that Jean Chretien will win his third term as Canada's Prime Minister. The outcome of the American election is much less clear. We'll all know tonight.
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Monday, November 06, 2000 - newest items first
# 11:46:00 PM:

Freelancers ask, "Just what are we selling, anyway?"

Freelance writers and the New York Times (as well as some other publications) have long held a simmering dispute about what the NYT is allowed to do with articles sold to it by freelance writers -- people like me (well, okay, I've never been in the Times). Now, the argument is heading to the U.S. Supreme Court.
Essentially, the writers say that when they sell an article for publication, it is only for print, and that if the publisher wants to add it to an electronic database or publish it on a Web site, the writer should get additional payment. The publishers disagree, saying that databasing an article is the kind of "revision" copyright law allows.
I'm not sure where I stand on this one. Certainly, it's nice if freelancers get paid for each different medium their work appears in -- as a freelancer, I'd certainly like the money. On the other hand, having the complete archives of the New York Times available, even years later, in electronic form, is certainly handy for people in general -- including other writers doing research.
The lawsuit apparently deals with articles written between 1990 and 1993. I hope that by now the publishers and freelancers have worked out their contract language so the status of database and Web archives is clear. If not, someone's been spending too much time in court and not enough writing.
Incidentally, in case you didn't know, the reason this kerfuffle involves only freelancers is because copyright law -- not just in the United States, but in most jurisdictions worldwide -- clearly dictates that any writing work done by an employee or contractor is the property of the publisher, not the person who did the writing.
The most interesting recent example of that law at work is the famous column-turned-speech (turned-pop-song) "Wear Sunscreen." Originally written by Chicago Tribune staffer Mary Schmich in 1997, it became an Internet urban legend when falsely attributed to author Kurt Vonnegut as a commencement speech at MIT (he's never given one there -- Schmich's or anyone else's). Later, the column was transformed into a hit song, but Schmich wasn't entitled to any songwriting royalties. Those belong to the Tribune, which had no obligation to share them with her, since it had paid her staffer's salary when she wrote the piece originally.
The lesson? Working freelance is risky and frustrating and involves a lot of paperwork -- but you maintain ultimate control of your work. In my case, freelance pieces I create then then sell after I work on them are mine. Anything I write for my day-job employer or as part of a contract assignment belongs to whoever hired me. Worth keeping in mind for me. Maybe for you too.
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Wednesday, November 01, 2000 - newest items first
# 12:56:00 PM:

Should it be E-mail, e-mail, email, or eMail?

Wired News, which long ago pioneered the use of the word "email" as a single word, without a hyphen, recently changed their minds. I've always preferred the "e-mail" spelling they now use, and it's especially useful now that there are so many other "e-" (and "m-" etc.) words to go with it.
It may seem trivial, but Wired News's change is actually rather unusual. In English, words tend to go from separate ("electronic mail") to hyphenated ("e-mail") to one word ("email") -- almost never the other way. No one is likely to start using "to-night" again, for instance.
No standard has yet appeared in English for "e-mail" (and "e-commerce," and "e-business," and "m-commerce"...). In our language, nobody's in charge, so it will simply take some time for a canonical spelling to coalesce. I'm hoping for "e-mail," but if I had to bet money, I'd expect "email" will eventually be the way to go. All the other weird variants, such as "E-mail" with an always-capital E, and "eMail," will simply disappear along with the hyphenated one.
How long will it take for the change to be final? Maybe by the time "tonite" and "thru" are the official spellings of those words. Maybe sooner.
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