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As most of you know, SFU Burnaby was closed today (sorry, Paul). So, I had an unexpected day off. Or, more correctly, an unexpected day to work at home.

So, what did I do with my day?

I saw that they had closed the campus before I went to bed, so I could sleep in. My mother phoned at 8:00 to… uh… tell me it was snowing? I grumbled something about the University being closed. “Oh, were you asleep?” “Yabayngh.” I phoned back later and confirmed that it was indeed snowing. I took a few more pictures.

Then I heard the landlady shoveling the sidewalk. I went out to do it for her, thus a five minute conversation ensued about what I was trying to do. It almost ended with me saying “give me the damn shovel and go back in the stupid house where it’s warm!” She’s afraid of going outside. Possibly because it was icy, or possibly in general. As usual, I only caught about every third word.

While I was at it, I brushed off the car. The locks were a little stiff, but I managed to get in. Since then, the temperature has gone down, and they’re totally frozen shut. I had to walk over to the Safeway to get a few supplies, instead of getting proper groceries.

Did some laundry. That was a long time coming—the supply of socks was running a bit low.

But mostly, I worked on my CMPT 120 final exam, which I’m hoping to have done and sent to duplicating by Wednesday. By the way, I have one more reason to not cheat on assignments: the instructor isn’t exactly in a generous mood when making up your exam. I might not get the drunken “favourite instructor” honour at the next LAN party.

A full day, I’d say.

It’s snowing in Burnaby as I write this. That’s strange, particularly since I don’t remember it being all that cold when I was out earlier.

Having been inspired by Anne (who said she was doing the same), I went out to take some pictures. My Rebel XT is at school, but I did have the Canon A710 that I got Dad for Christmas (but haven’t sent yet). It has image stabilization, so it seemed quite well suited to night shooting and the long exposure times that come with it.

Indeed, image stabilization is cool, as you can see from the results.

The first shot I took, that metered to a full second was too long for my hand and the image stabilization to hold still.

While I was waiting for my beverage at Starbucks, I found the exposure compensation setting on the camera (so I could tell it not to try to get a bright picture, and leave it a little underexposed—that shortens the exposure time). Back out on the street, things got better.

The exposure time on that last picture is 1/4 second. That’s really long for a clear hand-held shot. I wouldn’t get anywhere close to that without the stabilization. Thumbs up.

But, my vanilla creme wasn’t nearly hot enough to offset the cold and damp that came from going to get it. Should have stayed home and made hot chocolate or something. Thumbs down.

The stuff coming out of my tap is looking a lot more like water and a lot less like languid mud.

I decided a few days ago that it wasn’t even close to worth it to worry about the water for teeth brushing, and other incidentals. I also did dishes, because it was getting a hard to find somewhere to put down new dirty dishes. I’m still alive.

I’m still boiling water for drinking, mostly because it’s not that much of a hassle. I tried an experiment tonight: I boiled water, let it cool and ran it through a Brita. I’ve got to say, it’s downright tasty—the filter seems to suck the earthiness right out of it.

But, I grew up with really hard water, so I might have a different baseline than others. To give you an idea, you could never drink the last inch out of the jug of water in my house. A surprising amount of stuff would come out of solution and settle as it cooled. That was always swirling around the bottom of the jug.

I don’t know what’s going on in the rest of the GVRD, but this is what’s coming out of my tap right now:

Apparently, the problem is turbidity. According to Wikipedia, 1 NTU (turbidity units) is the bar to clear, and 0.1 NTU is the target. The GVRD turbidity page (who would have thought they had one?) says we’re at 53. I will repeat the title: Mmmmm.

So, we’re supposed to boil the water. I’m undecided. Option 1: saying “fuck it” and calling people pussies for not wanting to deal with water that has a little character. Option 2: not taking the chance on being that one stupid bastard who dies after not boiling his water.

I’m also wondering how long it takes particles like that to settle out. I boiled some water, partly to conduct that experiment in the fridge.

I haven’t really written anything about my recently aquired admin duties. Mostly, that’s because everything falls into one of three categories: hopelessly boring, hopelessly boring to everybody but me, confidential.

At this point, we’re mostly chasing the deadline for calendar changes, roughly the end of November for changes to leave the department and be sent up the chain. What with teaching two courses, there isn’t much time in my day to deal with much else.

Now that most of our changes have been dealt with, I’m now dealing with the peripheral problems. These are changes Engineering is making that affect us in some way, changes Interactive Arts is making that we don’t like, etc.

Since a picture is worth 1000 words, here’s an illustration of how far I am from caring about what Engineering and IAT are doing with their curriculum:

Okay, this one’s pretty geeky, even for me. Hold on tight.

I have heard many times that there is a correlation between musical talent and mathematical/formal reasoning abilities. None of that rubbed off on me, but it’s a good theory. I have recently been collecting links to prove the point.

I had originally heard The Eternal Flame/God Wrote in LISP a long time ago and thought it was a novel song.

Now, some folks on the Internet put their faith in C++.
They swear that it’s so powerful, it’s what God used for us.
And maybe it lets mortals dredge their objects from the C.
But I think that explains why only God can make a tree.

Then, I recently stumbledupon a page of math love songs. A Finite Simple Group of Order Two is particularly funny

When we first met, we simply connected
My heart was open but too dense
Our system was already directed
To have a finite limit, in some sense

A link there led me to the U Washington CSE Band. I had to stop Theory Girl to let the laughing stop at this line: (to the tune of Uptown Girl)

She never touches keyboard, mouse, or screen
Because she uses an abstract machine
It’s nice and clean.

It’s probably the only thing I’ve ever heard that’s only really funny if you have taken an advanced, possibly grad level, CS theory course. Others might enjoy None: (to the tune of U2’s One)

My friends show my no forgiveness,
they’ve all taken me for dead.
While I sit here reading Sipser,
they go out for drinks instead.

Finally, I happened across a link to Les Horribles Cernettes, who have the distinction of being the subject of the first photograph ever on the WWW, by virtue of having an office down from TimBL, who was at CERN in the beginning. From Daddy’s Lab:

I only like those guys who live to study matter
I’m gonna find my sweet one
And teach him more…
Much more than daddy knows

There’s no conclusion to this. Just a dirty feeling that I might be nerdier than I usually let on.

Update 2006-11-27: Monzy the CS rapper and his single So Much Drama in the PhD.

I was talking to one of our grad students today. He mentioned an old email sig he had seen, and I convinced him to send it to me:

When you realize you know everything, you can get your Bachelor’s.
When you realize you know nothing, you can get your Master’s.
When you realize your supervisor knows nothing, you can get your Ph.D.

Have truer words ever been spoken? Since I think we have readers nearing the end of each of those phases, I thought it would be appreciated all-around.

As some of you know, my landlord in the new place is a nice older Chinese woman. She speaks about 20 words of English, and she’s a little wonky on top of that. So, while she’s quite pleasant, communicatig is a bit of an issue. She has been in Hong Kong for the last little while. I think she’s back in the next week or two.

I was just sitting here thinking that I can look forward to more 20 minute conversations that boil down to “garbage day is Tuesday.” She always circles the point and repeats herself. That conversation would end up something like “you can put your garbage in that can, and they have to be taken out Monday, but I’ll do that, so you should just put your garbage in that can, because its taken away on Tuesday, but don’t worry because I’ll take them out on Monday night.”

Then it hit me.

My landlord is Miss Swan!

I recently StumbledUpon a video that captivated me for some reason: Where the Hell is Matt?

I know this is the second dancing video I have posted. Maybe it’s a theme? Anyway, it strikes me that there’s something very right with the world because this guy exists.

In the second video (the one at the other end of that link), there is a clip of him dancing on the Kjeragbolten (which probably means something in some language). There is apparently a 1km drop from that rock before you hit anything (and I don’t think it really matters what you hit at that point—it could be a million nerf balls and you’d probably still die). I’m not exactly afraid of heights, but you wouldn’t get me on there if I was wearing a climbing harness tied to a bulldozer. But that isn’t true of everybody. There are many Kjeragbolten images on Flickr.

The CSSS had a games night last night. Not having much else to do, I went up to hang out for a while. Besides seconding one of the rooms in the lab so we could play Gran Tourismo on the projector, the games part was relatively uneventful.

But, there is an active group of first-year students. Here’s a quiz for everybody in the audience who has been in residence in first year (as many of them are): first year students + any excuse of a party = ???

That’s right! “Sloppy drunk.”

All of them disppeared and went back to res, drank too hard and too fast, and somehow managed to make it back to the ASB. Keep in mind that most of them are in my CMPT 120 class.

There’s something about watching your students yak into garbage cans that can really make your evening. Watching them draw on the passed-out one (and perhaps having some influence on the process) was just icing on the cake.

Just before I left, one of them came-to. He had purged most of the alcohol from his stomach and was in reasonably good shape. He looked at me, worried that I might hold something against him, and asked if I knew his name. I answered “no,” just to expedite the conversation. I thought about “no, [firstname],” but decided he was sober enough to catch that.

There are two interesting assumptions in this kid’s worry: (1) that I have some kind of individual control over his marks, and (2) that I would think a first-year student hurling the better part of a mickey of cheap booze is a horrible thing. Both assumptions are false and amuse me for different reasons.