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The Physics of a Crush

Tom — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 01:36:33 +0000

For this Valentine’s Day I do not have a valentine. This blog entry isn’t going to be a love story. I certainly don’t want to kiss and tell. So I’m not going to write about any old flames. I’ll write about a crush, which I can safely assume all of us have had.

In high school I was in a data processing class typing at a console. From next to me came a strange sound that I can only describe as a whooshing sound that folks make when with their mouths when they’re bored. I turned to find the source was Jadwiga, our French foreign exchange student. I laughed because it was completely unexpected. She looked up and smiled.

When we finished our work, we started talking. Back at our desks she talked about a physics class she took. She produced a copy of a test she had taken before coming to America. The pages were filled with mathematics that were as foreign as the French in which it was written. I wouldn’t understand that math until my freshman year in college. She was a beautiful oracle showing me my future in a language I couldn’t comprehend.

I realized that she was at least a couple years older than me and definitely smarter than me. Of course I developed a crush on her. Thanks Jadwiga for the friendship and for inspiring me to expand my knowledge of math and science. I hope you have found happiness in your life. And, I wish all of you have a Happy Valentine’s Day!

photo credit: Andreanna Moya Photography

Riders in the Sky

Tom — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 02:02:37 +0000

Today I am in a funk. I failed to make a strategic change at work. I could complain but that’s too easy. I’m getting up again and dusting off.

I think back to my youth. I remember lying in bed reading a book. In the other room my father was practicing guitar. He was tackling the song ‘Riders in the Sky’. As I listened I could hear him start and stop the song as he made mistakes. Subconsciously I learned disappointment happens when you try to accomplish new things.

The cowboy in ‘Riders’ is asked to change his ways or be damned to an eternity of chasing ‘the Devil’s herd across the endless skies’. I believe in order to get people to change you must present them with a future which compels them to escape the emotional gravity of the present. Unfortunately, we don’t often have anything as powerful as eternal doom to compel change. I certainly didn’t.

Eventually my dad mastered the song and played it through entirely. I’d like to think he gave me the value of being persistent in the face of frustration. Friends, I will try again to introduce innovative change. But for now I’ll wait until the sound of the ’steel-hooved cattle’ is closer.

photo credit: eye of einstein

Live in Illinois? Vote Feb 2nd

Tom — Sun, 31 Jan 2010 05:53:05 +0000

Friends, if you live in Illinois, get out and vote this Tuesday, February 2nd. These are my candidate picks. Why not print this post and take it with you?

Senator
Don Lowery

Governor
Adam Andrzejewski

Lt Governor
Jason Plummer

Comptroller
William Kelly

photo credit: gregarch2

Good Riddance Dedicated Servers

Tom — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 04:53:00 +0000

Fanboys have been wringing their hands over the recent trend of video games to evolve away from dedicated servers. With the high profile release of Modern Warfare 2 there have been calls for boycott. Then id software announced that its next game probably won’t have them either. Just today I picked up a copy of PC Gamer in which a writer whines that dedicated servers are, well, warm and friendly and multiplayer gaming without them thrusts the poor fella on the mercy of us lowly unwashed. Cry more, snob.

I kid. But it gets to the crux of why I won’t miss dedicated servers. I stopped playing Quake Zero after an incident I experienced when I joined a public server (owned by id software). A clan of players, I remember they all had a Texas handle, warned me to leave. Of course, that’s ridiculous. It was a public server that the game told me was the best match for my skills. I was clearly in the minority, so they ganged up and voted me off the server. With that they effectively turned a public beach in their private little sandbox.

Because somebody usually pays for them, server owners feel they have privileges not granted to the general public. Battlefield 2 demonstrated this well. Even though DICE took steps to make sure everyone had the same experience, it is not unusual to find server admins who modify server settings to aid stat padding or even enforcing non-sense rules like “don’t capture a flag, we need EU army hours” with kickbans.

No dedicated servers means nobody owns the server. There is no server admin who feels entitled to tweak and cheat the scoring system. There are no teenage control freaks getting jollies from kicking players. There is no elitist attitude about being deemed worthy of playing with the good ol’ boys. Good riddance dedicated servers! Without them multiplayer gaming is fairer and less frustrating.

photo credit: pylypenko

On My Mind

Tom — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 06:43:44 +0000

And now some stuff that has been on my mind.

What the Netflix Prize 2 gonna be like?
Why can’t I get motivated to participate in this year’s NaNoWriMo?
Can I do anything cool with Raphaël?
When is my copy of Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 with the night vision goggles going to arrive?
Why are the retailers already selling Christmas junk?
Why does the Lord of the Rings Trilogy make walking seem interesting?
When am I ever going to catch up on my book list?
Should I put up Christmas decorations outside before the weather gets colder?
Could burritos be more awesome?
Should I go see the Stevie Ray Vaughn tribute show? By myself?
Why don’t I play guitar more?
Why is it I forget what I needed when I get to the store?

Awe and Wonder

Tom — Sat, 10 Oct 2009 07:41:25 +0000

Hello, blog. Miss me?

It’s late at night and I feel like writing. Not posting a link on Facebook. Not tweeting the twit-erers. Something that takes more than 140 characters to type and a sip of coffee to read.

I feel like waxing nostalgic. I remember visiting the campus of Southern Illinois University at Edwardsville as a high school student. Two classmates and I rented a billiards table. As I chalked my cue, the soothing strains of music from the band Chicago blared from a jukebox. Why did this moment mean so much to me? Because I was excited.

Thoughts of the future were racing through my brain. What would college be like? What would I learn? What kind of opportunities would that open up? What would I create? How would I make my mark on a world seems to consciously avoid changes? There was no fear in those thoughts, only awe and wonder.

So I had my college experience. I graduated with a Bachelors degree in Computer Science. Now it’s been a decade since my shadow has darkened the hallways of a college campus as a student. Where is the awe and wonder? I can’t help but think if my present self traveled back in time to meet myself at that billiards table if he, er I, would be impressed. Have I lived my life with drive and purpose? Or, have I been too cautious and lacked ambition? Could I have taken more risks? Could I have made few mistakes?

Don’t get me wrong. I am not suffering from regret. Well, America, it’s like this. The only thing that strikes me with awe as of late is the stupidity of our elected politicians. There have been changes in the system. Our country is in the process of getting turned upside down and inside out by nimwits. But I have faith that America can’t be held back for long. I wonder that if my future self came back today would he tell me how I helped elect some folks who made things right again. I wonder.

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Tom — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 02:07:51 +0000

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