Test Match Special

Sometimes the feedback to the cricket commentary on the BBC website is priceless:

Robin from Co Kerry, Ireland “I love this form of cricket, so many great batsmen looking like waiters in a bouncy castle trying to hold a tray of glasses when they bat. Love the way you also make fun of the Aussies despite losing to Holland. I wonder if you guys will ever learn not to gloat until you do something yourselves worth shouting about like avoiding an Ashes whitewash.”

Simon in the TMS inbox “Doesn’t Robin (5/6th over) realise that for us to gloat at any Aussie failure is one of our basic human rights as Englishmen? What we do ourselves has no bearing on the matter at all. In fact it’s remarkably similar to the Irish attitude to any English failure…”

Paul in Lancs in the TMS inbox “As both determined neo-Kantian and utter pedant, I feel I must dispute Simon’s claim that gloating about Australian failure is one of our ‘basic human rights as Englishmen’. Such a statement flies in the face of the Categorcial Imperative formulation: ‘Act only according to that maxim whereby you can at the same time will that it should become a universal law’, in that you cannot validly have a human right solely for one part of the human race. This applies even when the ‘objects’ of such a right is Australians, who did not exist in the modern (Euro-centric) sense when Kant was alive. I accept that, had they been, he may have done things differently.”

TrickieDickie, Hollywood, in the TMS inbox “I agree, you are an utter pedant. Kant was familiar with the concept of schadenfreude (see his Lectures on Ethics) and whilst he felt it was a cruel and inhumane emotional response, I’m sure he would have found it hard not to raise a wry smile when the Aussies were ignominiously dumped out of this tournament.”

TrickieDickie, Hollywood, in the TMS inbox “You’re right, he did. Do you remember when Playaway devoted a whole show to existentialism and the pointlessness of the human condition? Seems a propos, as we sit staring at large squares of canvas, waiting for another dead rubber to begin. Honestly, Test matches in May and now pointless Twenty20 games in June. What are the (dis)organisers putting in their tea?”

Paul in Lancs in the TMS inbox “Trickiedickie – I think, then, we are broadly in agreement on the specificity of schadenfreude when it comes to the Aussies. The Australian cricket team, has by virtue of its dominance imbued with arrogance, completely altered the whole face of moral philosophy as we knew it, and created a new epistemological framework for the social sciences. Ricky Ponting should rest easy in Leicester. His work is done.”

Miscellany

Most license plates here in Oregon are 3 numbers followed by 3 alphabets. I don’t know how these numbers are generated but they don’t seem to be you usual machine-generated random permutations. I have seen license plates ending in EAT, DRY or a bunch of other combinations that sound like common words or acronyms. The one that takes the cake, though, is eax (though not remarkable to who has never looked at x86 assembly code). The other day, I was driving and pointed out to my friend that the license plate of the car ahead us ended in eax. It took him a while to get the reference — by that time the car had turned right and we were at the next stop light and guess what the license plate of the car now ahead of us was – another eax!. Not only that, I glanced to the left and there was a car with a license plate ending in ebx! If only there was a mov in the leftmost lane 🙂

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I do not remember much from 1988. Except that one day in class we were pretty excited after writing that day’s date – 8/8/88. What I do remember is that the presidents of both India and Pakistan had names starting with the letter j/z – Jia-ul Haq and Jail Singh. While Gyani Jail Singh might or might not have represented all things good and beautiful, Jia-ul Haq certianly, even then, represented all things evil. After all, he was the president of Pakistan! I do remember his death then, in a plane crash, was much like the killing of Ravana. Good over evil.

I recently read a book called A case of exploding mangoes which takes a satirical and very funny take on the episode. The narrator is a Pakistani armyman and describes the incidents leading up to the plane crash in which killed Jia-ul haq and the American ambassador plus others.

Cracking safes “encrypted to 512 thingies”

Go read the latest BOFH story from El Reg:-

“It is! I had to take my laptop to the dealer to get it setup for this safe, and it would apparently take ALL the computers in the world over TEN YEARS to break into this safe.”

“Well, no time to lose then!” I say, making to leave.

“Are you suggesting you could break into this safe?” the Boss asks. “They use these to store Government secrets!”

“You mean secrets like how the Weapons of Mass Destruction disappeared?”

आवाज़ की दुनिया के दोस्तो

These days I use my computer as an alarm clock. Today the alarm did not go off. When I woke up, I saw that the video that I use as an alarm was playing, but there wasn’t any sound. I thought that probably I had muted the sound by mistake.

Later, I tried to run Winamp but there wasn’t any sound – or rather, there was a feeble sound from the left side of the speaker. I tried maximizing the volume, but the volume did not change! I though I had somehow blown my speakers. I uninstalled a few programs that I had installed recently – no change! I did a System Restore – no change! I went to the HP site and downloaded the latest drivers. As I was about to install the new drivers – I noticed something lying near the left side of my laptop – earphones !!

The earphones were plugged in and of course the sound was feeble and from the left side! I plugged them out and there was sound. Now I know what mghatiya must have felt!

The case of the 500-mile email

I had read this in an email forward few years ago. Something brought it back today.

“We can’t send mail more than 500 miles,” the chairman explained.

I choked on my latte. “Come again?”

“We can’t send mail farther than 500 miles from here,” he repeated. “A
little bit more, actually. Call it 520 miles. But no farther.”

“Um… Email really doesn’t work that way, generally,” I said, trying to
keep panic out of my voice. One doesn’t display panic when speaking to a
department chairman, even of a relatively impoverished department like
statistics. “What makes you think you can’t send mail more than 500
miles?”

The case of the 500-mile email

Reboot the Universe

Stumbled across this piece:~

Jack Chalker wrote a series about the Well of Souls, a planet-sized computer which runs the math that creates reality.

One interesting character is the only authorized root user. No matter what he does, the computer will not let him die. Every outrageous coincidence of adventure fiction can and will happen to keep him alive. He’s pretty sick of it.

The climax of the series is when someone independently discovers enough of the relevant technology to corrupt the data structures of reality. The only cure is to reboot the universe, which caused a lot of dramatic conflict because there was no way to save the universe’s state


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