Shoutout To Card Readers

A bit of nostalgia meets modern technology here - what would it take to play an 3 minute mp3 on an old school, card-reading computer? This site figures it out.

Assuming a non-Hollerith encoding with eight bits per column, and an MP3 file encoded at 128kbps CBR, there would be 36,864 cards in that deck, and the card reader would need a throughput of 205 cards per second. It might be wise to include an 8-column sequence number, however, so that a misordered deck can be repaired by a card sorter; with 72 data columns per card, the total is precisely 40,960 cards (40K cards), requiring a 228 card/second throughput." The 21 boxes of cards needed would by 5 feet 9 inches tall. That such a huge leap in technology is well within living memory astonishes Y.

The increases we've made…astounding.

Ball Game

We received some Cards tickets today from Gabriel. Freaking awesome seats too! Check it out here. Look for section 148, right behind home plate, and we are in row 9. Did I catch a niner in there? So pretty much this is going to rock! Live is the only way I'll watch baseball, and despite that I still find it fairly boring, so the fact that we're sitting extra close means I may actually enjoy the game! Here's hoping… UPDATE: It was fun, except for the Cards losing like bums. Definitely have to sit that close more often!

The Wedding Wrapup

As far as traditional weddings go, Dan and Kara's was my first experience with actually attending a wedding. It is not over-exaggerating to say that my unmarried self and others I know will find it difficult to match the sense of love and community that I felt the whole weekend. While the festivities began Thursday and ended early Monday morning and each day was action- (and food) packed, I found on the seven hour trip home that I reflected most on the feeling of family that was palpable. Love was certainly in the air, and the mutual affection between the bride and groom was only a small part of it. Having infiltrated the immediate Roeming family, I already felt comfortable in their home, sharing this time with them. The thing that really stood out to me was how loving each member of their extended family and the Coddington's family was towards myself and the other guys staying at the house. The secret? Divine Love pervaded all thoughts there. For those that know Dan and/or Kara, to see them together, amidst their families and friends, one cannot but help feeling happy. I would challenge any critic of love or the necessity of love in marriage to have attended this wedding and not have their opinions reversed. Are they the perfect family? Perhaps…are they without fault? Of course not; they do, however, return to Love no matter their differences and reconnect with each other from that standpoint. They have not allowed themselves to grow apart. I found so much individuality in each person and yet the whole weekend went off with relative ease. Challenges that occurred were met with Love and resolved. I would bet that all guests left the celebration with a very good thought. I could go on at length with my observations of this tight-knit group; indeed, their demonstration of Love is a guiding light for me in this time of darkness for my family. It certainly acts as the archetype of family that I have been searching for. Some of the goodies from the weekend: tons of food, Thanksgiving proportions every meal; Brewers tailgate party and game; stretched Hummer limousine; gorgeous dresses for both the bride's maids and the bride; photo booth and chocolate fountain at the reception. A truly memorable event.

Gone For The Weekend

Cheese country calls! I'll be in Wisconsin this afternoon (Thursday) and will not be back until Sunday evening. My pal, Dan Roeming, is getting married, which is awesome cause Dan's a great guy and Kara is a great gal and they make a great couple. High expectations for this marriage to be a model of what marriage can and should be. I have no doubt these two have gobs of affection for each other that extends past the merely human, transcending to the spiritual. Congrats Dan, looking forward to the whole experience.

Definitely For The Geeks

Perhaps the most succinct, humorous commentary on the war on terror, this bash session presents the war in a very geeky format. There is a link on the page that explains the humor for those raised on Microsoft, though the humor is still likely not to be as potent in translation.

Some Lesson Zen

I just sat down to read the new lesson and couldn't even get past the Golden Text. It is from 1 John 4:19 - "We love him, because he first loved us." The obvious implication here is that because God loved us from the beginning, we love him in return. Sure, sounds good to me. Then I thought, "Hmm, why is it that God loved us first?" Perhaps because He loves unconditionally, "as the sun shineth" or "as the stove giveth off heat"; God does not choose whom He will love today based on who is naughty or nice. He is not Santa Claus. So He loves us and we love him in return. So how many relationships do we have where we are waiting for the other to love us? I know I have plenty. It is plain to see that those relationships, in our minds, have conditions on them for how much love we put into them. Reaching back to Sunday School, we know God is Mind, right? Looking at the previous statement about conditional relationships, we see the conditions only arise in our "minds", not the one Mind. "Resolve things into thoughts" Mrs. Eddy writes, and I think this is true of relationships in particular. Parent-child, best friends, romantic, worst enemies, all of these relationships have conditions on them and that is what holds them back. Not getting along with a parent or child? Spouse got you down? Do you really not like that guy from down the hall who is sketchy beyond belief? All of this stems from not holding that person and your relationship to them in the highest spiritual sense. So today, I'm going to see who I have put conditions on for expressing my love towards and try to fix that in my thought. It could just be the little leaven that leavens the whole lump. Time to start the responsive reading!

Some Lesson Love

Each Monday for the past few weeks, reading the lesson has blown me away. The sense of completeness, the feeling of purpose, the kick in the pants to get going with the healing of sin and sickness - it's all there. The end of this week's lesson on Truth, for instance. So simple, just a mere nine words spanning two sentences: "Truth is revealed. It needs only to be practised." All that we need to know in our thoughts about what is true is already there for us to know. I love that feeling that I am not walking around in the dark hoping to find the Truth, but that it is already revealed, the lights are ablaze, and I simply have my eyes closed.

Skydiving Video

Below is the script of essentially what you'll be watching. Here is the video! Enjoy…

Warning - 14 MB file, only for broadband users dude. UPDATE Aug. 4th

12:10 PM: Video file is not currently available as I am switching hosts right now. UPDATE Aug. 16th 10:22 PM: Video is back up, link works again…video

Bitten By The Bug

The bug, in this case, is skydiving…it is so hard to explain the feeling, particularly in text. Needless to say, I am addicted to it now, just after one dosage. I am only 24 jumps from becoming certified! That is the goal, probably won't happen for a year or two, but as long as I go more than once every six months, I am good to go. So, the jump. First I had about 5 hours worth of ground training, which actually was kinda scary at first. We covered pretty much every malfunction that could happen and how to remedy it (most of those remedies consisted of pulling the red velcro and then pulling the emergency chute) but were reassured by the jump master that most of them were rare and that most did not apply because of the beginning rigs that we would be using to jump with. So after we covered how to exit the plane, how to operate a parachute, and how to land properly, the rest of the class prepared to make their static line jumps, which just means they went up to 3500 ft and fell out of the plane while the parachute was deployed for them, much like you see in military movies with paratroopers. Myself, I was doing step one of the Accelerated Freefall and so I went to have another two hours of training on how to exit the plane for freefall, body positioning for freefall, and the jump script. The script was the list of maneuvers I would have to perform during freefall to pass level 1. After practicing quite a bit, both with the instructor and in my head, it was time to get geared up. The parachute pack weighs 32 pounds but it didn't really feel awkward (no more so than say football pads). What was cool the whole time I was getting ready was that I felt the same way I did before every season opening game of football. Not so much nervous; more curious as to what the experience would be like and then remembering that no matter what, I was probably going to love it and want more. One more practice run through with my instructors and then I boarded the plane with a few other divers and my instructors. On the way up, I rehearsed verbally all the steps I would be executing to my instructor, got my goggles on and checked over my pack one last time. Hitting 14,000 feet, the first couple of jumpers dove and I got to watch them for a moment. On the way up, they were all very somber, visualizing their jump script and anticipating possible hazards. This had a calming effect on me because I did not feel like I was freaking out about every little detail, but simply going through all the checks and visualizing the perfect dive. It felt a lot like during a football game, pre-snap, when I judge down, distance, and situation and try to figure out what I am most likely to see and how I'll react. The parallels between my sports career and this first jump probably helped me stay calm and business-like throughout the process. My turn. I am jumping with two instructors, one on each side of me to help me stabilize after exiting the plane, correcting my body position, and generally ensuring I remember to pull my cord! Exiting with both of them is a little different from exiting solo. I had to get my feet pointed towards the front of the plane and as close to the opening as possible. Then, because of my height, I was basically kneeling with my knees pointed at the ground below, my face and shoulders outside the plane with just my right hand holding me in. At this point, the jump is entirely in my power. No one goes until I initiate the jump. I did not hesitate once I got into position. Checking in and then out with both instructors, I bobbed up, down, and then jumped! The bobbing was the signal to the instructors letting them know it was go time and so they could get in sync with me. I honestly don't remember the first couple seconds because all I saw were blurs. Once we stabilized and I got myself into the correct freefall position, I didn't have time to realize that I was falling at 120 mph towards an unforgiving planet. I was on a business trip and had things to do. I only had a minute of freefall, so I had to smooth and not erratic. Checking my altimeter, I then practiced three touches of my ripcord. This was to ensure I knew where it was during freefall so when we hit our pull altitude, I could find that sucker without freaking out. After that, it was alternating between checking my altimeter and waving to the cameraman. The instructors did spin me 360 degrees at one point which was pretty cool. That minute went by so quickly that I almost missed my pull altitude. I was supposed to pull at 5500 feet but did not actually begin to pull until around 5000 ft. I fumbled a bit with the rip cord because on the ground they had asked me not to lose it so I was making sure I had a good hold of it. My parachute actually deployed closer to 4500 ft which, in talking with my instructor afterwards was okay but I had had them a bit worried they were going to have to pull it for me, which would have meant I would have to redo stage 1. The parachute deployed perfectly, no cord twists, inflated cells, tears, rips; essentially none of the 'high speed' or 'low speed' malfunctions that had been taught to me on the ground occurred. The parachute ride down was very relaxing compared to the freefall. With my huge beginner's parachute and a guide on the ground radioing to me about turning and finding the airport. The parachute is very maneuverable, though I know this only from watching the experienced divers handle theirs. I did some 90 and 180 degree turns and some practice flaring, which is like putting on air brakes, then basically guided myself back to the airport and enjoyed the surrounding countryside. Landing went perfectly with the impact comparable to stepping off a chair; this was through no effort of mine, but my guide telling me when to flare. On the ground, I packed up my parachute and reentered the hanger. I have many reflections on the whole experience but that would extend the length of this post to too-long lengths. In short, I loved the entire experience and look forward to doing the next phase, where I get to learn how to turn left and right and go forward through the air. After my jump, my instructor and I went through that script so that I could practice it at home until I came back. Briefly, a misconception I had before had was that all you do is fall and then pull; there is significantly more involved with just keeping yourself stable, let alone performing turns and other tricks in the air. I found that I had quite an adrenaline rush but not out of fear. Maybe it was just how the instructors taught me, but when I was standing on the side of the plane 14,000 ft up with only my hand keeping me in, all I was thinking of was my script. No time for fear. Anyway, I have video of the whole thing and am going to post it once I rip it off the DVD. Hopefully I can capture some stills from it as well. Can't wait to do my next dive!!!

Mario Teaching Aid

As I am about to become a professor in the fall, I thought this site was particularly interesting. It is always a challenge finding the way in which students learn best. So why not use something familiar to them and show them how it demostrates what you are talking about? So, you want to know about waves? Here's a great little teaching moment that is also entertaining to those that grew up playing Mario.