Archive for the ‘Eccentric’ Category

Online Sports Journalism Audition

I'll admit, I personally prefer complete sentences, paragraphs, and attempted grammar. But, I thought I would try to write a "column" that is nothing but a long, bulleted list since this approach seems to be working for the so-untalented-he's-talented Bill Simmons.

Television that ruins an entire day if watched for even one second:

  • Dr. Phil - Relentless shouting. Truisms presented as revelations. "You need to get ahold of your life."
  • Mad TV - Bizzare, almost sinister, terrible acting. Not funny.
  • Anything about Nostradamus on the History Channel - John Hogue, in being what I will call a metafraud, has achieved something very impressive. He has somehow created a career for himself by sort-of-looking-like another fraud who has been dead for five hundred years.

    John Hogue, Bearded Dimwit
  • Anything about the Civil War on the History Channel - Sorry for the lack of variety here, but I just have to mention the guy with the Elmer Fudd accent that is on all of these documentaries. Apparently I am the only person in the world that is bothered by this.
  • The Q-Ray Commercial - If you think you should feel sorry for the people making testimonials, you are wrong. This is a rare intersection of people who deserve to have their money stolen and advertisers who do not deserve to receive money.
  • The 700 Club - Excessive squinting. Miraculously, doesn't seem to be on DirectTV in New York City.
  • Mind of Mencia - The person who greenlighted this trainwreck should receive the death penalty.
  • The Inaudible Fossilized Nun - I have no idea what the real name of this show is, but everyone knows who I'm talking about.
  • Pirate Radio TV - This is a cable access television show in Ithaca, New York. Typical rants include, "why did they move the CVS out to Route 13? Fuck!" and "Cornell students should count in antlerless deer season." It is sometimes entertaining to call in to the live broadcast and argue with the host–he flusters easily.

    The Pirate Radio host: think comic book guy, but not even unintentionally funny.
  • Fox NFL Pregame - Despite my soft spot for Terry Bradshaw, this has devolved into a retard tickle fight.

The Accidental Utility of Slashdot

I've been reading Slashdot for the last year and a half or so. I stayed away from it until I downloaded an aggregator that had it preinstalled, and, well, it just kind of stayed there. I don't post comments myself, but I find find those who do interesting. Of course, it's probably not for the reasons they had intended.

I think Slashdot is a great way to measure my own susceptibility to argumentum ad verecundiam. I do this (retrospectively) by reflecting on to what degree I have agreed with the posts scoring "5, Informative" or "5, Insightful" when attached to topics I know relatively little about. I contrast that with how ignorant posts with the same rating seem when in reply to topics I know inside and out.

What is more likely? That only the high-scoring commentators on "my" topics make serious errors? Or that the overall intelligence and ability of the commentators is fairly uniform, and I attribute too much credit to them when I don't know the material? Meeting one or two posters in real life might bias your response, but I digress.

In Humans First Arose in Asia, for example, some of the comments currently scored as fives give away obvious misconceptions of the time frame of human evolution. There are good comments too, but the scoring system does a poor job of differentiating them. Competitors like Digg and Reddit suffer from similar problems with varying degrees of severity. (I can't read Digg at all, and I'm currently giving Reddit a "time-out" after it linked to one too many pseudoscientific/conspiracy-theory articles.)

So what's the point here? Just that adequate English skills combined with an argument that sounds logical can easily be mistaken for an argument that is correct.

I’m All Sixes and Sevens and Nines

The following is a review of A Mathematician Plays the Stock Market, by John Allen Paulos.

One of my inaugural tasks at my current job was developing a technical analysis package for market data. I have to admit I rather enjoyed this, for a few reasons only tangentially related to the specific technology at hand.

First, I like solving math problems–always have. Writing programs that do this for me are more enjoyable still. Second, there was the shameful thrill of scrawling some equations involving capital sigmas (the kind of thing those of us destined to be computer scientists are doing by eighth grade) on a whiteboard and watching the panicked expressions of the business and finance people present.

I guiltily concede that the latter motivation was the dominant one. I still keep a sheet with sigmas painted all over it within reach. Anytime I’m asked about the output of my analysis package, I produce it from deep within my desk which by the way, overwhelmingly contains only ketchup (Heinz) and straws (plastic, non-bending). I’ll scribble some new symbols on it and say something like, “so as you can see, the limit of this term as phi approaches infinity is…” and before I’ve finished the sentence the person has muttered something in bewilderment and shuffled away.

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I’m not necessarily doing this out of malice or contempt, it’s just that I realized a long time ago that the technical analysis of market data is largely a crock. I’ve always carried this nagging little fact with me, and at times I’ve pondered the morality of having this job at all. So I’m not really doing the user a disservice here, unless I’m somehow expected to explain to everyone in the world that you can find meaningful patterns in any set of data–words in the bible, petals on a flower, sand on the beach, or the price of Superconductor (NasdaqSC:SCON). Chances are, the pattern that you discover holds no predictive power.

So it’s really not important to the person asking what the answer is, it’s just reassuring to believe that I possess one. In the end, they will probably make about as much money as chance would dictate. Maybe a little more, maybe a little less. If they do happen upon the holy grail, that ineffable oracle of a model that really can forecast the future, it is as likely to be in spite of my explanation as it is to be caused by it. Populus vult decipi; decipiatur.

How odd it is, I found myself thinking while reading this book, that there exists a Nobel prize for Economics yet none for Mathematics. Is my support for this book just another example of confirmation bias? I’m obviously not qualified to say. I suggest you judge it for yourself.

The Canned Chili Cookoff

I had a lot of vacation days left over this year, and not much to do with them. Not much, that is, until I decided to buy ALL of the spicy chili brands in the grocery store and have an EXTREME canned chili cookoff!

Hormel Chili - "Hot With Beans"

Total size - 15oz

Servings - 2

Calories / Serving - 260 (on the can), 270 (website)

General Observations

The can has some vintage 50s appeal. I have something of a soft spot for the Hormel brand, having once witnessed a can of beef stew turn into a flaming campfire projectile. Think "every slow-motion hand grenade war movie clip you've ever seen," except with a bigass can of beef stew.

Ingredients

No wild cards here. Kidney beans, ground sirloin, tomato base.

Heat

I've had "mild" salsas with a bigger kick than this. I added 30 shakes of Tobasco just to make it palatable.

Consistency

I was relatively pleased with the thickness. I think that's this chili's strong point. Being forced to add Tobasco made it a little watery, of course. In retrospect I should have used a few drops of Dave's Insanity.

Overall Score / Recommendations

3/10. Consider serving on a hot dog. Otherwise, not worth the time.


Campbell's Chunky "Firehouse" Chili with Beans

Total size - 19oz

Servings - 2

Calories / Serving - 220

Campbell's Chunky Chili

General Observations

I lost my fantasy football league this year because of the Philadelphia Eagles' disgraceful performance against the Seahawks. In the aftermath, many a chunky soup epithet spewed from my drunken visage.

Ingredients

Some decent chunks of beef and visible peppers. Recognizable tomatoes remain. Still, only kidney beans are used here. It would be nice to get some more variety in that area.

Heat

A very slight twang in the back of your throat. No discomfort by any means. Not bland, but definitely not exciting.

Consistency

Despite the boastful moniker, this one is a bit watery for my taste.

Overall Score / Recommendations

6/10. Definitely better than having no chili. Aftertaste is suspiciously reminiscient of Campbell's tomato soup.

Coincidence?


Health Valley Spicy Black Bean Chili

Total Size - 15oz

Servings - 2

Calories / Serving - 160

Health Valley Chili

General Observations

I was excited about this chili due to my experiences at the yearly Ithaca Commons Chili cookoff. The multi-bean vegetarian chilis were always the best in show - there was of course the Moosewood and also some latecomers like the Lost Dog Cafe. This dominance could be attributed to two factors: hippie know-how and a truly staggering inferiority complex.

Ingredients

Finally! Some pinto and black beans. Unfortunately, I think the decision to include soy protein ultimately proves to be disappointing and ill-conceived. The chili is also labeled "low sodium," which is not well compensated for. It needs pepper and some more cumin.

Heat

Basically nonexistent. I added Tobasco and chili powder.

Consistency

The most watery of the chilis being reviewed. I was disappointed that it was not a heartier bean broth.

Overall Score / Recommendations

4/10. I had high hopes for this chili, but ultimately the seasoning just falls short. It was quite bland. It scores points for being the healthiest option here, but it should not have sacrificed taste.

The winner: Campbell's Chunky "Firehouse" Chili with Beans.

I was disappointed with all of these chilis. Although each is promoted as "spicy" in some way, none stray into triple Scoville digits. Campbell's gets the nod by default.

Interview Questions for Eccentrics

In my last post I alluded to interview quizzers. These are [straw man alert] egotistical people who assume that any smart person must know the highly-specific information that they themselves have learned in the last month. "I don't know, but I'll google it and tell you in a few minutes," is what I would recommend saying to such a person. While there are also many really excellent guides out there that will help you become a good interviewer, I think there is one area in which all are lacking. Naturally, I am referring to completely askew interview questions.

We've all had interviews like this. Maybe the interviewees just don't know anything. Maybe they're biology majors that your boss scheduled for you because "their resume looked kind of interesting." Maybe they're Operations Research people interviewing for your programming job, and they made it through HR because "all engineers are the same." Maybe they have a year of experience, yet somehow six pages of bold acronyms ("HTML, DHTML, ASP, VB6, J2EE, XML" - I haven't seen one with AJAX yet but I'll let you know) and this successfully fooled someone upstream.

You could gripe and moan about getting some better resume screeners around here, dammit, or you could make the most of it. Once you've gotten the deer-in-the-headlights blank stare trying to work through an algorithm or write a C function, you still have the awkward remainder of the interview to worry about. You could waste time explaining the position or talking about their fraternity, or you could politely say you don't think things will work out (I've never had the heart to do this). There is a better way.

In an ideal world, all interviews are an uplifting experience. Even if the candidate isn't qualified, you still want them to walk away with something–a warm fuzzy feeling, perhaps. Personally, I try to apply my own philosophy of making everybody's day just a little more surreal.

To that end, I thought I would share two of my favorite questions for this purpose. The good thing about each of these is that they leave a slight (yet tangible) opening for a clever candidate to find redemption.

Where is November?

This is the great grandaddy of them all, when it comes to programmer interviews. This question is lifted from The Mythical Man Month, a classic of software writing. Fred Brooks explains that the point of this question is to determine whether or not the person thinks in three dimensions.

The idea that great programmers think in (at least) three dimensions is quite valid, if you ask me, but I'm not sure that all people capable of doing so make great programmers. The connection here is that 3D-thinkers will have a mental model of the calendar whether they realize as much or not. The smartest people will instinctively recognize what you're asking.

Anyway, the nice thing about this question is that it can be answered even if the candidate calls you a sociopath and storms out. If they motion with their hands as they parse the question, that is probably an unconscious answer.

There is no correct response. My "November" is located to the lower left. The calendar forms a very disproportionate ellipse with summer on the top and winter on the bottom. June, July, and August are overhead and roughly equivalent in length to November through May.

Name the Nine Planets

I really want to use this as a basic litmus test, but this is foiled by the fact that I know some very competent programmers who would not have answered it correctly. I really can't believe this–if you ask me, this is a trivia question only if "the sun revolves around the Earth, true or false" is a trivia question. It’s inconceivable to me that someone can know all of the words to Bird Dream of the Olympus Mons without caring where Olympus Mons is.

This question is deceptively open-ended. The candidate can get some major bonus points if they tell you that there are actually eight, ten, or eleven planets, you retard.

Disclaimer: this is mostly a humor piece, and I actually do make an attempt to keep things professional. So in other words, don't come crying to me if acting crazy gets you sued. This should not be attempted by amateurs.

What Does it Take?

What does it take? Influential sources seem to disagree.

On BookTV today is someone who seems to think that It Takes a Parent. Rick Santorum, who appears to actually believe all that “God” business, disagrees. It Takes a Family, he says.

Nauseating carpetbagger Hillary Clinton isn’t content with the scope of her political opponent’s book, and tells us through her ghostwriter that It Takes a Village. But even she has her detractors who think that It Takes a Dog to Raise a Village. And keep the Knights Templar from aiming their radiation beam at your brain, I guess, I don’t know.

Where do I fall in the Great Pap Debate? For the most part I think I side with those who say, It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back.

Don Quixote vs. the Bookstore, Part II

Here is the latest in my correspondence with a bookstore “recommending” Kevin Trudeau’s “Natural Cures ’They’ Don’t Want You to Know About.”

Part I

Jealous Much?

Here are some pictures from the office we just moved into last week.

View from 55 Water Street

Above is the view from my desk, looking west into the financial district.

View from 55 Water Street

This one is from the north side, looking towards midtown.

View from 55 Water Street

Looking northeast over the South Street Seaport, the Brooklyn Bridge, and the Manhattan Bridge.

View from 55 Water Street

Looking south at the Statue of Liberty.

Don Quixote vs. the Bookstore

There’s nothing like eight hours in various airports to make you want to try to change the world. Here’s an email I just sent to Gary McBrayer of the Hudson Group. I will post any replies I receive.

I Might Have Weird, Mystical Powers

To wit:

  • I just guessed that “Mind of Mencia” was the worst show on television without having seen it. Turns out I was right.
  • A colleague was having a strange problem with an application; I told him to delete an obscure, remnant .dll twelve directories deep that had been removed from the build process eight months prior, instantly fixing the problem.
  • I always suspected Pat Robertson was a diseased shitbag.