» nibbles and ironclad releases
I have released new versions of nibbles (0.13) and ironclad (0.34). They are available from their respective tags in their github repositories; I have not created tarballs for them. Ironclad, in particular, has many new features; please see the NEWS files for both packages for some of the changes.
This is also an appropriate time to announce that I will no longer be maintaining nibbles, ironclad, nor any of my other Common Lisp packages. This has been the de facto state of affairs for several years now; we might as well make it official.
» the power of reality
The sight and smell of so much manure reminded me of an allegorical article I was made to read in high school during the Cultural Revolution. A group of urban youths sent down to the rural areas to receive &lquot;reeducation&rquot; stumble upon a pile of fresh cow dung on a similar muddy path. As they search for a shovel to scoop it up, a peasant girl appears, cups the dung in both hands, and carries it to the communal manure pond. The young peasant girl sets a powerful example for the young city people who are unable to see past their petty bourgeois habits. Our teacher left us with a series of questions: Which was worse--the horse dung or petty bourgeois thinking? Who had the purer mind--the peasant girl or the urban youths? Some forty years later, school teachers no longer imbue cow shit with Communist ideology. Chinese people know shit stinks and that anyone in his right mind would use a shovel to collect it, whether proletariat or bourgeoisie.
—God is Red by Liao Yiwu
» financial regulation
Several days later he'd worked his way back the late 1800s. The entire history of Wall Street was the story of scandals, it now seemed to him, linked together tail to trunk like circus elephants. Every systemic market injustice arose from some loophole in a regulation created to correct some prior injustice. “No matter what the regulators did, some other intermediary found a way to react, so there would be another form of front-running,” he said. When he was done in the Staten Isalnd library he returned to work, as if there was nothing unusual at all about the product manager having turned himself into a private eye. He'd learned several important things, he told his colleagues. First, there was nothing new about the behavior they were at war with: The U.S. financial markets had always been either corrupt or about to be corrupted. Second, there was zero chance that the problem would be solved by financial regulators; or, rather, the regulators might solve the narrow problem of front-running in the stock market by high-frequency traders, but whatever they did to solve the problem would create yet another opportunity for financial intermediaries to make money at the expense of investors.
—from Flash Boys: A Wall Street Revolt by Michael Lewis.
» around the sun
My surprise reached a climax, however, when I found incidentally that he was ignorant of the Copernican Theory and of the composition of the Solar System. That any civilized human being in this nineteenth century should not be aware that the earth travelled round the sun appeared to me to be such an extraordinary fact that I could hardly realize it.
”You appear to be astonished,” he said, smiling at my expression of surprise. “Now that I do know it I shall do my best to forget it.”
“To forget it!”
”You see,” he explained, “I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose. A fool takes in all the lumber of every sort that he comes across, so that the knowledge which might be useful to him gets crowded out, or at best is jumbled up with a lot of other things, so that he has a difficulty in laying his hands upon it. Now the skilful workman is very careful indeed as to what he takes into his brain-attic. He will have nothing but the tools which may help him in doing his work, but of these he has a large assortment, and all in the most perfect order. It is a mistake to think that that little room has elastic walls and can distend to any extent. Depend upon it there comes a time when for every addition of knowledge you forget something that you knew before. It is of the highest importance, therefore, not to have useless facts elbowing out the useful ones.”
”But the Solar System!” I protested.
”What the deuce is it to me?” he interrupted impatiently: “you say that we go round the sun. If we went round the moon it would not make a pennyworth of difference to me or to my work.”
—from A Study in Scarlet by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
I had read a fair number of Sherlock Holmes stories before seeing the recent reboots in the movies and on the BBC. And after going back and reading the stories, both for the second time and first time, I am continually impressed with how many small details they have worked in and how faithful they have been to the original stories.
» contemporary church life
It is one of the remarkable features of contemporary church life that so many are attempting to heal the church by tinkering with its structures, its services, its public face. This is clear evidence that modernity has successfully palmed off one of its great deceits on us, convincing us that God himself is secondary to organization and image, that the church's health lies in its flow charts, its convenience, and its offerings rather than in its inner life, its spiritual authenticity, the toughness of its moral intentions, its understanding of what it means to have God's Word in this world. Those who do not see this are out of touch with the deep realities of life, mistaking changes on the surface for changes in the deep waters that flow beneath. An inspired group of marketers might find a way of reviving a flagging business by modifying its image and offerings, but the matters of the heart, the matters of God, are not susceptible to such cosmetic alteration. The world's business and God's business are two different things.
—from God in the Wasteland: The Reality of Truth in a World of Fading Dreams by David F. Wells
» industrial waste
Like many Americans, I had come to consider the hundreds of millions of tons of municipal solid waste produced annually as an indicator the “the throwaway society.” Then, ten years into my study of solid waste, I stumbled on a waste statistic quietly put out by the EPA in a document called Guide for Industrial Waste Management (U.S. EPA 1999). This technical manual, meant to provide tips to factory managers for handling waste at their plants, noted, without further comment, that manufacturing industries were generating some 7.6 billions tons a year of solid waste. Some digging on my part uncovered an older, unpublished report that was the source of this estimate as well as two follow-up government documents that cited other industrial, mining, extractive, and agricultural operations as bringing the total industrial waste tonnage generated in the United States up to around 12 billion tons (U.S. EPA 1987, 1988; OTA 1992). These amounts were an order of magnitude greater than the tonnage of municipal solid waste that every book, volunteer effort, government program, or household conversation about trash and its problems seemed to focus on. Yet very little had been published about this far larger quantity.
—from Recycling Reconsidered: The Present Failure and Future Promise of Environmental Action in the United States by Samantha McBride
» religious ritual
Religious ritual, which seems so idiotic to the secular mind, has the same feel as Carl's nth chance to go straight or Phil's nth repetition of Groundhog Day. The words and motions of the mass give the faithful repeated chances to get it right. At the nth repetition of “this is my blood, the cup of salvation” you for the first time grasp, really grasp, the meaning of redemption through Christ's sacrifice. Well...part of it at any rate.
—from The Bourgeois Virtues by Deirdre N. McCloskey
» an obviously grotesque child
A child like Mary Ann, [Flannery O'Connor] observed, is obviously grotesque, and in the modern world such a child is thought to “discredit the goodness of God.” How can a good God allow such a child to die? the Ivan Karamazovs of the world ask. How, moreover, can a good God allow such a child to be born? The modern unbeliever prides himself on his realism, his willingnness to recognize suffering and to ponder the problem of evil directly. But in O'Connor's estimation such an outlook is not realistic; is it naive, sentimental, and even dangerous. It is the believer, not the unbeliever, who is the realist. In a child like Mary Ann, the believer sees the likeness of every human person—deformed, limited, imperfect. In human deformity the believer sees “the raw material of good.” In human suffering the believer sees the grounds of our ommon humanity, recognizing that it is through suffering, above all, that human beings are stirred to the love of one another, and to the love of God, who showed his love for humanity through his willingness to suffer as one of us.
—from The Life You Save May Be Your Own by Paul Elie
» idolizing the body
...contemporary medical Gnosticism seemingly idolizes the body, but primarily as an expression of the mind's (or the will') quest for perfection or permanence. The body is altered almost at whim, reinforcing its role as the malleable—and someday, perhaps, fully replaceable—envelope for something far more real and pure. Some reshape the body to fit a desired image, while others eeks endless fixes to keep thmselves alive. Even the reistance among some Christians to withdraw futile mechanical support from a dying relative can be a form of Gnosticism, valuing the ability to control and manipulate the body over the mysterious gift of an embodied life—a gift that was never actually ours to keep.
—from Reclaiming the Body by Joel Shuman and Brian Volck
» new software releases
Updated versions of ironclad (0.32.1), nibbles (0.11) and chipz (0.8) have been released. The usual crop of bugfixes (Gray streams in ironclad and chipz, among others) and new features (float accessors in nibbles) are present, as well as compatibility with ASDF 2.27.
» helping one another
Consequently, as a professorial leader who is interested in enhancing the performance of my educational organization (which includes me) by reducing or eliminating the anaclitic depression blues, I write the students in my introductory class a letter. I have found that I have to present my thoughts in writing so that students can assimilate the content at their convenience; they simply can't seem to understand what I say if I profess my point of view orally.
My letter reads as follows: “You may take examinations alone, with another person, or with as many other people as you like. 'Other people' includes classmates, parents, children, spouses, students from other classes, professors or 'hired guns.' I go absolutely blind with rage if I catch anyone cheating. I define cheating as the failure to assist others on the exams if they request it” (Harvey, 1997a)
How do you think our dean reacted when one of my outraged (and terrified) colleagues, apparently in an effort to avoid suffering from the anaclitic depression blues, showed him the letter? For starters, he invited me to his office for “a little discussion.”...
He burst forth in a voice powerful enough to dislodge the green eyeshades from the furrowed brows of my beloved colleagues ensconced in the deep recesses of the accounting department, “Professor Harvey, are you aware of the absolute chaos that would be generated at the George Washington University if everyone began to help one another?”
Are you aware of the absolute chaos that would be generated at The George Washington University if everyone began to help one another?
What an extraordinarily relevant question for someone in a leadership role to ask—not only about The George Washington University but also about any other organization. To his everlasting credit, though, the dean immediately followed up his pithy query with another that was equally, if not more, poignant in nature.
“Professor Harvey, did I just say what I think I said?” he asked.
“I'm pretty sure you did,” I replied.
—from How Come Every Time I Get Stabbed in the Back, My Fingerprints Are on the Knife? by Jerry B. Harvey
» commentary on job
What was it that Job “saw” when God spoke to him out of the whirlwind that he had previously only “heard by hearing of the ear,” so that he despised himself and repented in dust and ashes (Job 42:5-6)? Job has persistently held God to account in his protests over against his “comforters,” who tried to exonerate God by their “theodicies.” Job's friends thought his speech laying the responsibility on God was outrageous and blasphemous, but Job insisted on crying out against God since God is, according to “the hearing of the ear” (perhaps we might the say “The Doctrine of God!”), the one who is supposed to be in charge. Now God, in declaring his awesome and universal majesty out of the whirlwind, actually approves what Job had said over against all the explanation of the “theologians.” So God declares (42:7-9) that Job had spoken the truth, terrifying as it was and is. Job now sees that in the voice of his suffering he had unwittingly spoken the truth, and he is terrified by it: “I have uttered what I did not understand, things too wonderful for me which I did not know” (42:3). Job sees that through suffering the truth had literally been wrung out of him. He sees where previously he had heard and complained. He thus “despises himself and repents in dust and ashes.”
—from On Being A Theologian of the Cross by Gerhard O. Forde
» schwarzenegger's california
[Schwarzenegger's] view of his seven years trying to run the state of California, like the views of his closest associates, can be summarized as follows. He came to power accidentally, but not without ideas about what he wanted to do. At his core he thought government had become more problem than solution: an institution run less for the benefit of the people than for the benefit of politicians and other public employees. He behaved pretty much as Americans seem to imagine the ideal politician should behave: he made bold decisions without looking at polls; he didn't sell favors; he treated his opponents fairly; he was quick to acknowledge his mistakes and learn from them, and so on. He was the rare elected official who believed, with some reason, that he had nothing to lose, and behaved accordingly. When presented with the chance to pursue an agenda that violated his own narrow political self-interest for the sake of the public interest, he tended to leap at it. “There were a lot of times when we said, 'You just can't do that,'” says his former chief of staff, Susan Kennedy, a lifelong Democrat, whose hiring was one of those things a Republican governor was not supposed to do. “He was always like, 'I don't care.' Ninety percent of the time it was a good thing.”
Two years into his tenure, in mid-2005, he'd tried everything he could think of to persuade individual California state legislators to vote against the short-term desires of their constituents for the greater long-term good of all. “To me there were shocking moments,” he says. Having sped past a DO NOT ENTER sign, we are now flying through intersections without pausing. I can't help but notice that, if we weren't breaking the law by going the wrong way down a one-way street, we be breaking the law by running stop signs. “When you want to do pension reform for the prison guards,” he says, “and all of a sudden the Republicans are all lined up against you. It was really incredible and it happened over and over: people would say to me, 'Yes, this is the best idea! I would love to vote for it! But if I vote for it some interest group is going to be angry with me, so I won't do it.' I couldn't believe people could actually say that. You have soldiers dying in Iraq and Afghanistan, and they didn't want to risk their political lives by doing the right thing.”
—from Boomerang by Michael Lewis
» new archive release
I've released archive 0.9; it can be found in the usual place. Notable in this release is better handling of directories, both in extracting them and forming archives with them.
» matching sexps in emacs lisp
Occasionally, you come across a piece of code that looks quite complicated. And then you realize that the code is really overcomplicating the situation, not that the task is inherently difficult. Today's specimen:
(defun icalendar--convert-block-to-ical (nonmarker entry-main) "Convert block diary entry to iCalendar format. NONMARKER is a regular expression matching the start of non-marking entries. ENTRY-MAIN is the first line of the diary entry." (if (string-match (concat nonmarker "%%(diary-block \([^ /]+[ /]+[^ /]+[ /]+[^ ]+\)" " +\([^ /]+[ /]+[^ /]+[ /]+[^ ]+\))\s-*" "\(\([0-9][0-9]?:[0-9][0-9]\)\([ap]m\)?" "\(" "-\([0-9][0-9]?:[0-9][0-9]\)\([ap]m\)?\)?" "\)?" "\s-*\(.*?\) ?$") entry-main)
All of the line noise after diary-block is manually matching subexpressions of a sexp with regular expressions. Words fail me.