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Your money at work, sorta

Halliburton, the corporation of which the honorable Dick Cheny* was CEO before he became Vice President, posted record profits in the last few months. It attributes the profit to assistance with the Iraqi war. …oh, and to corrupt no-bid contracts with our government. Yes, mustn’t forget those.

You think the northwest US has high gas prices? You should consider Iraq and Kuwait, where it is $0.15 per gallon, the US is getting it for more than $2.50 per gallon from Halliburton.

* “So are they all, all honourable men.”

Terrible baby names, a list

From my hometown’s hospital baby list, names from the last few months:

  • HughShawna
  • Exzavion
  • Dlashyana
  • Iycariaous (son of Learnesha)
  • Roddicus
  • JaKyrie
  • Cinissia
  • DonalviniJah
  • Dcorion
  • Deaivon
  • Ja’Mari

Well, at least they aren’t Michael and Ashley.

Red, white, blue, and camoflauge green

Mary Ellen and I joined Kellie and Jeff in Jacksonville for Military Propoganda Day. One might get the impression that the military goes forth into the world, battling evil-doers with the power of loud rock-and-roll and endless statistics on their hardware.

Kellie performed the most dangerous stunt of the day: Asking a Marine Corp member if he is “in the Army.” Fortunately, Jeff was able to reach the ejection lever and she survived.

Dreaming

Whenever I learn a new programming language, I know that I’m really assimilating it when I find myself dreaming about it, or “in” it. Lately, I’ve been finding myself dreaming about Go in the same way. It seems odd, and I can’t really explain it because it’s not much like other dreams, linear, obeying causality (as much as dreams usually do) and so on. I see situations of threat and life, and…

Wow, just now as I’m thinking about it to write, I realize that I don’t even remember seeing stones or a board or opponent in my dreams. The game is bare. It’s like I’m seeing the rules directly, without all the material in the way. I notice I don’t remember whole games either, just smaller groups.

Anyway, at least with programming languages, I can dream of imperative statements and how I’d express them in the idiom of whatever language my dreams are obsessing over. A programming language is immaterial, so I don’t find it unusual that I do purely mental or will-based manipulations with the language. With Go, I find I don’t have much control over what I “see.” The game situations are a snapshot in time of a game, and time, an essential element in all of my other dreams, isn’t important at all; the shapes and positions already hold a sort of history of what happened in the game and I don’t remember time elapsing or the situations change. I’m very much passive in the games in my dreams, and it’s a little strange to me.

Gotta buy some Pringles(r)

The food at Panera is usually a little, eh, “fancy” for my tastes, but I think I’ll soon be glad that there’s a restaurant about a quarter mile away from me. Why? Panera is offering free wireless Internet access soon. I hate (american) potato chips, but a few bucks spent on a can of Pringles might do me some good.

My New Fighting Technique is Unstoppable!

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That guy is funny.

Sunburned noggin

Ouch! The weather was so nice that I stupidly acquired a sense that the Universe was a beneficent, kind place in which I could promenade about, with nary a care or worry. So, I lowered the roof of my convertible and drove around town this weekend… without sunscreen.

I’m now reminded of the eternal and irrevocable fact that Mother Nature is a bitch and that I’m generally woefully unprepared to deal with the elements, even when they are disguised in pleasant breezes and temperatures.

Go topic: Joseki

In China around 400 CE, Go was called *”Shudan,”* which also means “hand talk” or “hand discussion,” suggesting that the game is a silent negotiation for control of territory, with the placing of stones instead of verbal exchange. That name was eventually replaced by others, but that name is very interesting to me because it helps explain what joseki are.

Joseki is a Nipponese word that means “settled moves.” Since Go has been actively played for the last 4 and a half millennia, it’s understandable that a lot of thought has gone into sequences of moves that may be common.

What’s interesting about joseki is that they’re well thought-out sequences of moves that benefit both players. You may be wondering “why would one want to play in a way that benefits one’s opponent?” (A good question.) The answer is that joseki benefit each player differently; you trade one benefit (like territory) to your opponent for a benefit to your own game (like influence). Knowing what each joseki (and there are thousands of them, by some accounts) trades is perhaps just as hard as remembering the sequence of moves.

Still, it seems silly to want to benefit one’s opponent unnecessarily, so you may wonder if it’s possible to break out of the sequence at some point and steal more benefit than you would normally get in the “deal.” The answer is: maybe. Of course, you are not required in any way to follow through with a joseki sequence, but you must keep in mind that dozens of millions of minds have analyzed joseki and they are in general bulletproof. Any stray from the sequence is almost certainly a mistake if your opponent can take advantage of it.

Studying joseki is pretty difficult in itself, but one of the hardest things to overcome is the almost inevitable automatic underestimation of one’s opponent if he or she doesn’t play joseki “correctly.” If you value joseki enough to learn them, then when your opponent misses a step, it’s very hard not to think that he or she made a fatal mistake and then gleefully go on to make your own fatal mistakes.

The hard reality is that knowing joseki doesn’t automatically make you better player overall. With every move, even in the middle of joseki, you must think through the consequences of every stone played. Every stone played in Go — not just in joseki — is a trade of some variety. The perpetual silent bartering, with your opponent and with the rules of the Universe and causality, is one of the thing that makes Go such a fascinating game.

The Matrix Release’d, and other movies

Chris Stewart and I watched “The Matrix Reloaded” again a few days ago, and I have to admit that the “architect” speech makes much more sense after so many months of idle consideration. I think I finally understand the “Reloaded” storyline, at least as much as it can be understood. There’s still a lot of hokum and superstition and sloppiness with words and context that prevents a real analysis of the story, but we don’t have to take it seriously. As far as entertainment, it’s still pretty good.

I saw “Kill Bill.” T’was Excellent. The “Return of The King” trailer was pretty darned good too.

I disturbed Stu’s pleasant lunch today with the revelation that Meat Loaf plays Bob in “Fight Club”.

“What kind of dining set defines me as a person?”

Hasta la vista, seriousness

About two years ago, The Onion published an interview with Berkley Breathed, the reclusive author of the comic strips “Bloom County” and “Outland.” Breathed discussed why he retired and why he can’t write cartoons about politics any more.

Onion: Are there still political issues that incense you?

Breathed: Nope. Bill Clinton just took all the fun out of this stuff. Even Trudeau, brilliant as he is, couldn’t do anything much with the last eight years, really. It’s like doing a parody of The National Enquirer. Can’t be done. We’re over-saturated with commentary and with absurdity, and we’re numb because of it. Nothing shocks, so what’s the fun? And irony, oh, the goddamned irony, that courses through the popular culture like a cancer. If nothing is serious anymore, then there’s nothing to satirize. Look at George W. Bush. He knows the game. He knows he’s a maroon, as Daffy Duck would say, and refuses to take himself seriously. He cut off our satirist balls. We’re like a gaggle of eunuchs running around the palace, wishing we could hump the princess. The game’s changed forever.

As another example of absurdity ruling politics, the State of California elected a pro-choice, pro-gun-control, soi dissant-Republican film star to be governor. Is that really the best they could do?

I hope California gets everything it deserves.