;
JessicaB, LydiaN, ErinH, RobS. Photo: JerryNelson.
Take me back.
Left: Back of Robin's head,
Chad Saselik & Janet Lee, Joel
Hartel, Eric Miller, Eric Freedman (rear), Chuck Groom, Jennifer
McGuire,
Lisa Gourd Goold, David Gourd. Right:
Lorrin Nelson, Emily Peterson
Stephens. Photos: Rob Starling.
Left: deviled eggs for Saturday lunch.
Right: Thursday
pizza after Capture the Flag
at Fort Casey and Admiralty Point.
Lorrin Nelson, Eric Freedman, Janet Lee. Photo: Rob
Starling.
Right: GeoffA, RobinN. Friday BBQ. Photo: JN.
Left: Matt Svoboda and Katie Gourd, Warren Menzer.
L-background: Geoff A, ArleneN, SeanB, Florence & Lydia N,
GeorgeM. (Phogo: JN)
Right: Janet, Katie & Matt are in the kitchen, so it must be Friday
BBQ dinner. (Photo: JN)
Friday VegBBQ. (Photo: Jerry Nelson.)
FLASHTUBE TIRADE original
--------------------------------- fixed
Robin (back), Sean Brennan, Lorrin Nelson, Eric Freedman,
Janet
Lee. The Sunday Intellectual Property Conference.
Photo: Rob Starling. L: original flash photo. R: fixed.
I hate flash pictures (left), and a lot of photo fuss was
expended to
disguise them (right). We can do better.
The flash beam on the digicams Rob and I have does not spread wide
enough to cover the field of view, never mind the usual Flash Blast
Pasty Face of anyone caught in the foreground. Since nearly all
cameras have zoom lenses for the image, cameras must also have zoom
optics for the flash. Widen the beam, even though that weakens
it. Or else, consume some battery power and leave the beam
wide all the time. Or else, consume some computational time
between snapshots and run an algorithm that's the inverse of your Evil
Flash Profile to flatten out image luminance.
To cope with darkness due to distance even when the beam is perfect,
the accepted technique is bounce flash. So give us a few more
tubes aimed at the ceiling and walls for fill-in, not just that single
Big One poked into the subject's face.
I find it interesting that music (mp3s) and photo quality have gone
backwards in the recent decade. Amazed that people all around me
use artifacts of civilization they cannot understand, I have often
thought such ignorance would produce alienation and emotional
breakdown. So far, though, all we're getting is crummy
gadgets. Also, user manual authors have concluded that, since no
one will understand what they have created, there is no point in trying
to explain how to use the stuff or why. In the world of
technology, people accept helplessness. This is not good training
for the world of politics.
Everyone "knows" they cannot understand technology. Scientists
themselves stick to a narrow specialty.
Are there untested assumptions here?
As the principles upon which scientific civilization is based become
more powerful, their greater generality makes comprehension of the
world around us easier, not harder. Principles of Nature are true
for all time; complex human artifacts come and go. Most people
say you'll be left ever further behind by an ever-increasing rate of
information flow, and then cite the peripheral, the ephemeral and the
transient as proof. Think for yourself. There are only four
forces of nature. Most active devices we touch or use in a
lifetime depend on only a single force, electromagnetism -- doesn't
sound like overload to me. Those people who taught us that
understanding the world around us was futile -- were they adventurers
who sallied forth and fell back in failure, or were those social
creatures transmitting the
received wisdom of the group? OK, your turn; here's the soapbox.
THE LODGE
Views of Baby Island from the Lodge. A wade out at
low tide revealed that the white "beach" was centuries of accumulated
shells dropped by birds. (Photos: Rob Starling.)
Photo: Rob
Starling.
Photo: Jerry Nelson.
Left: Some found the décor of our former
artists' colony inspiring
(OK, let's add the hi-res graphics for your 8x10).
Right: A major flare shot electrified gas -- mostly protons -- from the
sun's
corona towards the Earth at 3 to 4 million miles per hour on 16 and 17
July. They arrived the next day (92 million miles / 4 million mph
= 23
hrs). The speediest particles got here in about an hour (light
itself takes 8 1/4 minutes). Disturbances on Earth can last a
week after a strong X-class coronal ejection. Not having kept up to
date on Internet Solar Activity Reports, we were all surprised by two
nights of Northern Lights ca. Thursday, 22 July 04. Above
is a sunset photo -- I think someone captured the Northern
Lights so I can add a shot eventually.
All the light we see comes from electrons changing their quantized
orbitals. Bashing the atmosphere's gas molecules hard enough
changes the relationship between orbiting electrons and their nucleus
(to the point of completely separating the two sometimes). The
atoms/molecules emit light (give back the energy) as electrons
and nuclei settle back into their "ground state". A Northern
Lights forecast modeled from solar flare data is here; the map shows
how far south current solar flares are expected to drive north-polar
lights.
GREAT PEOPLE
Lorrin's cousin Jessica Beecher, and Jessica with my
sister
Lydia
Nelson. Photos: Rob Starling.
Jennifer McGuire (Photo: Rob Starling; cropped, so fewer pixels,
but
the aspect ratio (shape) is still OK for a stnd print).
Rob with Jenn
(photo from Rob). Baby Island Lodge deck, and dining room w/sun
room and kitchen in bkgnd.
Virginia Nguyen, Warren and Mandy Menzer.
Geoff
Anisman,
Jerry
Nelson on the rear porch swing. (Photos: Rob Starling.)
Right: Erics Miller & Freedman. How could I ever have
confused them, foolish me.
Eric Freedman & Lorrin Nelson (photo: Rob
Starling).
Warren Menzer (photo: Jerry Nelson).
Left: Ferry time to Whidbey is not as long as to the San Juans
farther
north -- about 1/2 hr including load & loadout.
Right: Warren, composed and thoughtful. "A clean enough cut won't
trigger enzymatic reactions and droplet dispersal, and I'll get all
these Friday kabob onions done without crying."
Brad Stevens, Emily Peters, David and Arlene Nelson.
(Photos: Jerry
Nelson)
Left: George Meaders, Marlene Heller. Middle: Katie Gourd
and Luna, world's sweetest puppy. Right: Florence
Nelson. (Photos: Jerry Nelson.)
Mom (Florence) loved being surrounded by bright people with
something to say, and talked her way into a date with Geoff Annisman at
the Hirschhorn [Modern Art] Museum
in DC (part of the Smithsonian family), where she is a docent.
Sean Brennan (above), Lydia & Lorrin
"No-really-it's-non-alcholic" Nelson. (Photos: Jerry
Nelson).
Ben Goold, your photo is coming.
Rob Starling and Jen McGuire, Sunday. (Photos: JN)
L: Geoff Annisman.
R: Sean Brennan.
(Photos: JN.)
GAMES
Left, starting top left: LorrinN, RobS, Mandy is that you?,
EricF, ErinH, JennM, Eric Miller. (Photo: Jerry Nelson.)
Right, starting top: Jessica Beecher, Eric Miller, Lorrin Nelson, Mandy
Menzer. (Photo: Rob Starling.)
Hash (Brian Hashimi; photos: Jerry Nelson)
"This takes more brains than most people think, and it's fun
!! But sometimes you just gotta fold 'em."
Lisa Goold, playing with Anita Chikkatur. Jen
McGuire and
David Gourd (Geoff Annisman in bkgnd).
(Photos: JN)
Yes, water in the background, and for the next 4,700
miles. Sun and breeze and NO ALLERGIES.
GIRLS'
NIGHT OUT
Hope to get some of David & Karen's great pictures here.
GET THE FLOWERS, DECK THE HALL
Chad Saselik and Janet Lee deck out
Freeland Hall. (Photos: Rob
Starling.)
How many Ph.D.s does it take to . . .
Chad Saselik and Janet Lee were our chief gaffers
on the lighting
crew. The AC plugs were the snap-on type -- you just cut the wire
length you need and slip the wire into the hole, then push down two
levers and you're done. The lamp sockets were the twist-lock
type: you just insert the separated wires, twist the lever and you're
done. Yeah, sure. The insulation needed to be shaved with a sharp
razor and lubricated with wax to fit the plug hole. As for the
lamp sockets, the
insulation around the separated wire makes a "D" pattern in
cross-section, with only the straight side of the "D" thin enough to be
punctured by the contact pins. Besides careful rotational
alignment, leaving excess length protruding on the far side, and
pulling the wire down hard onto the contact with your teeth also
helps. Eventually, everything lit.
Chad, Janet and I are all lab rats. We marveled how it doesn't
matter whether you're plugging together hundreds of thousands of
dollars of lab gear from multiple crates and cartons, or just wiring a
light bulb. "Success inheres not so much in the technology as in
the art with which it is practiced."
For you humanists and social scientists out there, the computer that
wrote this and the one you're reading it on contain ribbon cables with
34, 40, 80 wires each, not just two for a lightbulb, and they all use
the same "just press the wire on" technology that Chad and Janet
wrestled with, and every single wire connects perfectly every
time. This mature technology is called IDC, Insulation
Displacement Connectors, and it works, period. So the problem
with the plugs that 100 million families buy in hardware stores across
the country is not technology, it is the lack of standardization (wire
must fit plug, lightbulb socket, or other attachment), and the problem
is also lack of quality. Standardization and quality problems
arise
from poor social organization within industries (weak or absent trade
organizations, professional organizations and even, yes, political
lobbying organizations) and market forces unshaped by societal norms or
regulations ("level playing field", "rules of the game",
regulations shaped by lobby groups that know industry realities).
So you guys go out and rationalize that, and meanwhile we lab
rats will turn the lights on.
There was no problem coming up with sharp razor blades, since I always
fly with several, and the Transportation Safety Administration does not
look for them. I started doing this decades ago, because a razor
blade is a more versatile tool than a scissors and weighs less.
Now I absolutely have to keep doing it, because the TSA will take away
my scissors.
(There
is no handle on a single-edged razor blade, so my blades would not be a
weapon in another's hands. Please explain this to the FBI if you
can find out where they are holding me.)
Chad Saselik, Janet Lee
(Photo: Rob Starling.)
Janet met Lorrin on a BBS. Lorrin invited her to join the
bulletin board that he ran ("The Hangout", Washington DC), and she
invited him to join her for lunch in the cafeteria, because it turned
out they went to the same high school, but were a year apart and
so hadn't met in any regular classes. BBSs were like Webservers
that you reached directly by phone. This kept the BBSs and their
users specific to a single metro dialing area, and real live picnics
and parties during vacation time became traditional among the
communities created by the technology. Slick methods arose
for aggregating messages and getting the BBS software to pass
them around robotically at night, when phone rates were low.
Traffic hopped across the nation, hot-potato-like, from BBS to
BBS. But the local community was king, and globalization did not
come until the "packets to anywhere" Internet arose, and services were
invented to run on the Internet which were as good as the BBS systems
run by high school kids. The first service to equal and surpass
the BBS was the Web browser and the HTTP communications protocol; these
together constitute the World Wide Web. WWW replaced BBS.
Ask Janet.
Paradoxically from a technical point of view (or, not surprisingly,
from a humanist point of view) "locality" is now a hot topic in the
evolution of the Internet and networks generally. Many groups are
trying to put the "local" back into the "global" by enabling networks
to determine, track, and record the physical location of users,
including those with cellphones, navigation systems and toll-paying
cars who would not think of themselves as "logged onto the Internet".
From a civil liberties point of view, this will be anything but a
picnic. Figure out with Lorrin what worked (or didn't) for the
BBSs in the past if you want to have a better idea where to take the
Internet in the future. Rob will tell you that IPv6 (version 6 of
the Internet Protocol, which runs the "packets to anywhere") is coming,
and that this moment of change is precisely the opportunity that
society must not squander. My generation had the atomic bomb;
yours has the Internet.
FINAL
PLANS FRIDAY, & DRESSED TO
GO SATURDAY
What
can you do with the 8x24" image? If you want
to make a print, try the two 4x9.85" halves below. Minus
overlap, that's 4x18".
1st half: RobinN, JenM, RobS, GeoffA, MattS??, can't see piano alcove,
Dave&KarenG, WarrenM, VirginiaN, Hash (BrianH), GeorgeM,
MarleneH, Brad&EmilyS, CarolV, EricF, Louis Armstrong
Nelson. (Photo: Jerry
Nelson, sitting beside Robin.)
You
have to be crazy to try this without a tripod. Jen, I
spliced a couple inches into your femur to make room for Rob. I'm
sure nobody will notice if you don't tell them.
2nd half: CarolV & EricF again (overlap), EricM, ErinH, JessicaB,
AnitaC,
KatieG & Luna, LisaG, TinaG, SeanB. Knightly Hartel is at Erin's
feet. (Photo: Jerry Nelson.)
A bit of LisaG, SeanB taking notes, LorrinN looking at Tina off-camera,
RobinN, RobS, JenM, GeoffA, you can see the piano alcove from the other
side of the
room with ChadS and JanetL, MattS ? (Photo: Jerry Nelson.)
Friday wedding planning at Baby Island Lodge.
My generation scattered to colleges, then everyone went to grad
school it seemed, with postdocs for the scientists after that. I
don't remember going to weddings. Erin and Joel's may have been
the first I ever attended with all the people and rituals you read
about. I watched everyone -- where they stood, with whom they
walked -- and waited for Lorrin and Tina to make their
move. Time passed. I couldn't remember a thing, but
my part turned out fine. Mostly what I had to do was sort the
garbage -- clear, brown, green. It went OK. By now the bins
must have been picked up and I haven't heard anything.
George Meaders & Marlene Heller, Brad &
Emily
Stephens, Carol Vu, Eric Freedman & Eric Miller, Erin Hartel,
Jessica Beecher, Anita Chikkatur, Katie Gourd, Louis Armstrong
Nelson. (Photo: Rob Starling).
Dressed to go on Saturday: Jessica Beecher and Carol Vu on
the front porch swing. (Photos: JN.)