Archive for August, 2006



21
Aug
06

Airline language

Yep, air travel still sucks. But I’m back in the Milwaukee area for a week, and the beer’s good.

I have to say, though: airline language is shit.

First off, I have difficulty trusting anyone who says “illuminated” when they could just as well say “lit”. What, am I supposed to believe that the fasten-seatbelt sign is a disciple of Adam Weishaput? You don’t need to use big words to impress me — the fact that you’re flying a plane (sorry, “aircraft”) will do.

You see this all the time when people get interviewed by TV news crews. Usually, it’s some poor cop who tries desperately to fit as many syllables into “her boyfriend freaked out and blew her head off; we caught him” as possible. No, it doesn’t make you sound smart — it makes you sound pretentious. Stop it.

Second: passive voice. What the fuck is going on here? Is passive-aggressive language more contagious than Ebola?

Try, for a minute, to imagine a gate agent saying “Please board the plane if you’re seated in rows twenty-three to thirty.” It doesn’t happen. (Not the least because airline people never say “plane” — too prosaic.) See, asking people to get on the damn plane is too direct. Someone might be offended!

Instead, you might hear a gate agent observe “We are requesting that passengers seated in rows twenty-three to thirty to board the aircraft.” Well, you might, if gate agents had the balls to make direct observations about the state of the world. No, that’s too concrete, too confrontational. Gate agents can make mistakes that way — what if they’re actually asking passengers seated in rows twenty-two to thirty to board the aircraft? Then someone would be wrong, and that’s just too horrifying to risk.

So you don’t get asked to board the plane if you’re seated in rows twenty-three to thirty. You don’t even get told that the gate agent (or airline) is requesting that passengers seated in rows twenty-three to thirty board the aircraft. Instead, the poor gate agent tells you: “We would like to request that passengers seated in rows twenty-three to thirty please board the aircraft.” Nobody’s actually made that request, yet, but they’d sure like to. If that’s all right with everyone, of course.

Smile, it gets worse. Once you get on the plane (rather, once you board the aircraft), the lead flight attendant tells you how to survive a crash — I mean, gives you the safety briefing. This decisive, highly-trained professional tells you that “it is Air Canada policy that all passengers keep their seatbelts fastened at all times while seated.”

So what?

Picture this: Rebel that I am, I unbuckle my seatbelt and remain seated. A flight attendant walks over, notices the unbuckled seatbelt, and scolds me: “Excuse me, sir, but you’re in contravention of Air Canada seatbelt policy.”

Unfazed, I retort: “I guess I am. What are you going to do about it?”

Summoning up all his courage, the guy who’s supposed to get me out of a plane on fire says: “Well, sir, if you do not immediately buckle your seatbelt I will be forced to remind you that you are in contravention of Air Canada policy.”

How do you argue with something like that?

17
Aug
06

Workout hydration

A couple of good articles from (where else?) T-Nation:

Carbs and protein, eh? Hmm. Milk, anyone?

15
Aug
06

Just another sample of the usual atrocities

In the news lately:

In this country, good citizens are expected to rely on the government for protection — after all, one must not take the law into one’s own hands, like a vigilante or (gasp!) one of those awful gun-toting Americans.

I feel protected. How about you?

15
Aug
06

What is the antonym of “bonus”?

Lance Fortnow and I think it’s “malus”, though dictionary.com disagrees.

11
Aug
06

How to teach vectors

Remember when I bitched about the way people usually teach vectors? Well, David Bachman wrote (perhaps is still writing? I can’t quite tell) a brilliant text on differential forms at the second-year calculus level, which he has graciously made available online. Skip to the beginning of Chapter 3.

That’s how you teach vectors! I wish I’d read that eight years ago. It would have spared me a great deal of pain.

11
Aug
06

Beers of Vancouver, vol. 3

The local provincial store has reduced the price of Pilsner Urquell to $2.15. Joy!

I took the opportunity to try a pair of new “cheap good Euro-lager” beers. The first is Faxe Amber, from Denmark. It’s a fairly bland amber lager, a bit darker than (say) the Czech pilsners, and almost entirely without character. Pretty good beer, but nothing special. Its great claim to fame — at least to my mind — is that it’s the only beer on that shelf below two bucks a pint. I’m happy to pay an extra twenty cents for a more robust beer, but that’s just me.

The second beer is Demon, from the Czech Republic. I admit it: I bought it just for the name. (Okay, okay, I’m a barely reconstructed rivethead. What do you expect?) It delivers, though: not necessarily as hoppy as Pilsner Urquell, but sweet and almost smoky, like a good porter. Demon is also quite a bit darker than the other beers on the “cheap good Euro-lager” shelf — well, those I’ve tasted to date. I’d stack it up against most of the local ales I’ve had, and it’s cheaper and tastier. Strongly recommended.

06
Aug
06

Hamlet could have used a beer

To beer, or not to beer: That is the question.
Whether ’tis nobler in the heart to suffer
The slings and arrows of virtuous sobriety,
Or to take up pints against a sea of troubles,
And by imbibing numb them? To drink: to sleep
‘Til four; and by a sleep we say we end
The head-ache and the thousand hungover shocks
That booze must lead to, ’tis a relaxation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To drink, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to hurl; ay, there’s the rub!
For in that sleep of drink what chunks may blow
When we have chundered out our stomach’s boil
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes us take our rest upon our sides;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With shots of vodka? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a sober life,
But that the dread of something after drunk,
The half-remembered party from whose bourn
No self-respect returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather take the cheque
Than drink another round, then several more?
Thus cowardice makes buzz-kills of us all,
But yet the native hue of resolution
Is oft won over with the ebon pint of stout,
And enterprises fit for Darwin’s scrap-book
With alcohol doth often go awry
And enter into legend.

04
Aug
06

This is why I do computing science research

We take stuff like this seriously:

In general, computing scientists tend to tolerate — if not enjoy — a great deal of amusing, bizarre, and seemingly trivial (but truly fascinating) stuff in their research. That’s one reason why I love it here.




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