A Suprise Visit From Dad

I was up at Kit’s yesterday and today. Dad decided that one his way back from Boston, he’d drop by and really not tell anyone until he was on his way. Anyways, nice seeing him. I’m back at Mines though…only four days left!

The Crucible

Katie Markel (Must login to see results) was in The Crucible, a play put on by Broomfield High’s theater deptartment. While the the play was a little long, topping off at just over three hours, it was good. It’s about the Salem Witch Trials and I think the thing that stuck with me the most is just the fact that we A) need to have faith in our judicial system; and B) need the judicial system to operate on the basis of fact.

Newcomb’s Paradox

I guess Quinn likes quizing us (by us, I mean people he knows). Here’s one he just sent out:

Box #1 is guaranteed to contain $1000 no matter what. Box #2 either contains one million dollars, or it contains nothing. You can either 1) take both boxes, or 2) take only Box #2.

Seems simple enough right now, but there’s a story behind Box #2. A brilliant alien psychologist has been studying your every behavior since birth. This hypothetical alien knows you better than you know yourself, and can predict your actions as accurately as possible. This alien is in charge of deciding whether to put the million in Box #2 or not. If the alien predicts you will chose both boxes, he will have put nothing in Box #2. If the alien predicts that you chose ONLY Box #2, he will have put a million dollars in it.

If you really want the answer, check out the Wikipedia article => http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Newcomb%27s_paradox

Niiiiiiicola (Rymes with Ricola)

Just got off the line with Nicola Stephen. Yes, the Nicola Stephen from Scotland. She was very suprised to hear from us (Peter and I). The best part was that it only costs 2 cents a minute when you go through Skype. Anyways, after about 30 minutes of talking to her on the phone, I finally realized she could download Skype and we could take to her on the computer. So, Nicola now has a Skype address. If you care to have it, drop me a line and I’ll tell you.

First Time Donor, Second Time Fainter

I signed up to give some blood last week for three reason. First, it’s on a long list of things I’ve never done but want to try at least once; second, I have a chance to win a free iPod Shuffle; and third, I’m interested to know my blood type.

Anyways, I went in at 1:50ish, did all the paper work. Got my finger poked (which really wasn’t all that bad, nothing compared to what people said it was going to be). And then waited. I got called up and everything went just fine. They wrapped up my elbow and off I went to go get some food and juice. However, about 15 seconds after I stood up and started walking towards the food, I started to feel light headed. Similar to when you stand up from the couch really quickly. Then I started to loose vision, similar to if you have been on the couch all day. However, when my vision didn’t return (indicating that not enough blood was reaching my cranial region), I sat down. The next 20 seconds were sort of confusing. I remember Bailey asking if I was feeling all right and me saying no. Some other people talked and had me stop eating the NutraGrain bar I was attempting to eat. They put me on my back, raised my feet, and put some cold towels on my forehead, neck, wrists, and ankles. I very quickly regained sight and coherence after that. They then walked me back over to the chair and had me sit down, tilting me back again.

15 minutes later I was good to go, although they wanted me to wait another 10 minutes in lobby area before I left. Bailey also offered to walk with me back to the dorms. So I waited a few minutes and she came and joined me in the lobby area and then she fainted (or almost fainted). If you’ve ever seen those video’s of the pilots doing G-force training and then blacking out, that’s pretty much what it looked like and I would also imagine that the cause is the same: lack of blood (ergo oxygen) to the brain.

What I can’t figure out is why the body gets hot. So if anyone has some insight on that, please let me know.

I Love It When People Think I’m Wrong and I’m Not

Every once in a while, some idiot who thinks they know everything questions my authority and is dead wrong. It becomes even more aggravating when said person works under you and despite not know what they’re talking about, they still talk about it anyways. Such is the case of John Bishop (name changed to protect the guilty). My favorite part was when John and his “friends” noted a blatant inaccuracy in your numbers for how many people could listen to the stream at any one time inside the mines network. You stated that the network was more than capable of handling 5000 users at 128kbps. This comes out to 640000kbps, or 640Mbps. This happens to be more than six times the 100Mbps that the Mines LAN runs at, a fact the members of the committee that also work in networking will notice. Even if the LAN is Gigabit this would take a very significant portion of the entire bandwidth available. Just thought we’d point out some problems and technical inaccuracies in the report that was turned into the tech fee committee.”

While the numbers do look like it would be impossible, it is, in fact, not. Due to the miracle of multicasting. Perhaps the best part is that John was at the meeting with Academic Computing and Networking where they specifically brought up the issue of multicasting and I explicitly said, “Yes, we will have multicasting.”

So what does this teach you? Andrew is always right1

  1. execpt when he’s wrong 

Back From Jackson

Just got back from Jackson. The trip was somewhat eventfull. I arrived in Jackson a quarter after ten. We headed back to Peter’s old place. I changed and Peter got some stuff he forgot. Then we took off. We drove until about 4 am when we made a stop. We camped at a rest stop. However, it got really cold and I went back into Peter’s car. We then started back up at 7 and rove until we hit Ft. Collins because the Power Steering went bad and we attempted to fix it, although three hours later we had no results. Stopped by Keifert’s and Weber’s on the way in too.

Taking Off

Taking off for Jackson Hole. I’ll be back tomorrow around 5 pm. If I’m not back my midnight tomorrow night, send out the search party.

Mom, I have extra mediction, so don’t worry.

Dad, I took my coat.

Call me on my cell if you need anything.