Useful Thoughts and Actions Taken

The following events occurred between  1:20 and 1:35 pm, February 15,2001

After class today I felt a large movement coming on.  I wanted a chocolate muffin too so as I was near the MU I decided muffin first. I got the muffin and then decided I really needed to go….but it just does not look right to take a poo while eating a chocolate muffin.  I then calculated that I would get about to the bookstore by the time I finished the muffin and then duck in to use the banos ( bathroom).  My calculations were inpecable as always. I tossed the muffin wrapper just in front of the bookstore and then ducked in.  To my dismay the restroom was blocked off and said closed for painting. It was getting critical by this time so I walked down a short way to the athletic building and ducked in.  I had a hard time finding a restroom at all there….I did finally find it.  I walked to it and saw a sign for men/women/handicrapped/ stall with no visual blocking wall and thought…well I am desparate…..So I turn around and see a lock as you would expect…I shut the door and try to lock it….the lock wont bolt.  At this point I imagine a lady walking in on me and saying…." What is that?  some sort of anti -bacterial crow-tch?"  As I try to hover my ass above the toilet in public restrooms. I know some guys love wizzing all over the seat and laugh.  I quickly leave…its red alert time now. I hit the ASU law library next. Now if you ever have been in this building you immediately notice its not square. Its domed.  When you go inside its a highly non-euclidean universe twisting back upon itself that forms a maze.   I made 3 laps in this building ending up where I began each time before I found the bathroom.  I was beginning to think I would have to consult stephan hawkings and warp time to find the banos.  I finally did find it not a moment too soon and survived to write this story.

I've had an interest in the Tempe Arizona municiple WIFI system for a while. I will be putting information here as I find it. Feel free to add using the comment section!

Access Point Hardware Supplier:  http://www.strixsystems.com/products/default.asp

Transmit Power (802.11a/g/4.9): 26 dBm  waztempe-access-point-datasheet_ows_2400.pdf

Unlike most wireless networking systems, the Access One Network’s mesh framework allows for wireless backhaul, thus freeing the network from Ethernet cable ties.

Strix Access/One platform is designed to meet all these needs. The platform is based on the Strix DMA (Dynamic Mesh Architecture) and patented design: a layer 2 switching architecture with multiple radios available for subscriber access and 2 radios dedicated to backhaul.  This 3rd generation architecture, unique in the industry, provides the robust high quality transport to carry voice, data and video traffic for up to an unparalleled 10 hops with minimal latency and little reduction in throughput. By contrast, first and second generation single and dual radio platforms are incapable of carrying traffic for more than a few hops without significant reduction in throughput and high latency.  The Strix architecture has been incorporated into the product family of carrier class outdoor products, enterprise products and CPE.

This is a story told to me by a professor when I was doing my masters degree at ASU.

I was in a class called "Signal Detection Theory" taught by my favorite professor of all time Doug Cochran.  He was an eminently fair guy and a real sweetheart when it came to any issues regarding classes.  A couple of weeks before the final he announced in class that if you were happy with your grade thus far that you did not have to take the final exam. You would be credited with the grade you had going at the time of the announcement.  Lest you think one could stop going to the class that was not the case.  There was a final project due at the scheduled time of the final. I had an A so of course I could only lose by taking the final. Thus I opted out.

Some of the Indian fellows in the class had B's and were not satisfied with their grades.  Thus they went to Professor Cochrans office and the conversation when like this.

With Indian Accent: Sir I have a B.

Cochran: Ok well what do you want to do?

With Indian Accent: Oh Sir, we do not want to take the final

Cochran: Ok then your grade will be a B.

With Indian Accent: Oh sir but we want an A.

Cochran: Ok then take the final and get your grade up.

With Indian Accent: Oh Sir, we do not want to take the final

Cochran: Ok then your grade will be a B

With Indian Accent: Oh sir we do not want a B

……. and so on until they Indian fellows got tired.

A poem I came across on the internet:  

ITHACA

By Constantine P. Cavafy, circa 1900
Translated from Greek by Daniel Mendelsohn

As you set out on the way to Ithaca
hope that the road is a long one,
filled with adventures, filled with understanding.
The Laestrygonians and the Cyclopes,
Poseidon in his anger: do not fear them,
you ll never come across them on your way
as long as your mind stays aloft, and a choice
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Laestrygonians and the Cyclopes,
savage Poseidon; you ll not encounter them
unless you carry them within your soul,
unless your soul sets them up before you.Hope that the road is a long one.
Many may the summer mornings be
when—with what pleasure, with what joy—
you first put in to harbors new to your eyes;
may you stop at Phoenician trading posts
and there acquire fine goods:
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and heady perfumes of every kind:
as many heady perfumes as you can.
To many Egyptian cities may you go
so you may learn, and go on learning, from their sages.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind;
to reach her is your destiny.
But do not rush your journey in the least.
Better that it last for many years;
that you drop anchor at the island an old man,
rich with all you ve gotten on the way,
not expecting Ithaca to make you rich.

Ithaca gave to you the beautiful journey;
without her you d not have set upon the road.
But she has nothing left to give you any more.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca did not deceive you.
As wise as you ll have become, with so much experience,
you ll have understood, by then, what these Ithacas mean.

So you are a high dopamine personality type and you are in tech school  what do you do for fun ?  You are creative and you have capacitors?  I'll give you a clue:

More clues: You and your friends that are also bored are full of salt water that conducts pretty well once you get past the dry skin. Yes that is what you do.  You fashion the high voltage electrolytic capacitor into a dart with fins and sharpened tip.  Then you charge up your capacitor darts.  Then you all rampage around having a dart war. When the person goes to pull the dart out of their leg they get shocked.

The above story was recounted to me by Phil Graham of Phoenix Arizona.  A fellow of many stories he was in tech school in the 70's when you could safely share capacitor dart needles. I'd freak out now if hit by one. 

Er well almost never. My neighbor Eric Snell snapped the following photo because he's queer for the weather.

I will send it in a sluice. 

 When I was in high school my best friend's little brother and his friend and I hung out also. Both John and Jeff were into the art classes and did various paintings, carvings and drawings. They were demented smokers of the horkachorky. One winterish day John Ady Whitehouse and I were out on a snowy road in Ohio and he started digging in the area just off the road. After a bit he really started to look like a dog with all the debri shooting between his legs just the same way it appears when a dog vigorously digs a hole.  He found bottle after bottle.  There must have been a trash dump of one type or another at one point.  He gave me this bottle. I thought it was pretty cool. Mostly because he had devined a pattern. Although on the surface you did not see any trash once you went down a bit you hit a mother load of antigue bottles.  Its when you hit on patterns like this that you can strike a vein of gold.

Later he carved a replica of his thumb and attached a cork so as to make a stopper for the bottle.  Yeah it's a little wacked out but then my friends in high school always were.

Much Much later I can't really say when Jeff P. Carved the pipe you see on the left.  I think now that I've told you this story you can guess what went in that bottle.

I'm currently executing Operation Big Flush.  I need to be out of the condo I rent by the end of July and I have accumulated alot of stuff over the years.  I want to be light an mobile. Thus I made the first step to sell off anything I can that is not necessary or does not have sentimental value.  After reviewing even stuff I used to think had sentimental value doesn't really in most cases.

Thus I find myself digging in drawers and tossing a bunch of stuff.