On the Topic of Value; and Wise Management.

Rush. Rush. Rush. The birth place of the modern information age is the location of the old Gold Rush. Winding roads placed hastily as communities boomed and busted! The rush for wealth mostly likely cost men their lives; and, others simply left a region where they had sufficient resources for surviving, possibly beyond more than they could expect or dream.

And, the modern computing rush. What does it cost? It cost a contract with services such as ConstantContact, or similar, when samples of valid instructions for doing such, exist on many developer and tutorial sites across the WWW.

Best of all, these cost are minimal. The only detractor is that any Integrated Development Environments connected with the Internet can be monitor, via histories of usage data transmitted,or the possible (unknown-unapproved) transfer of projects. This includes the commercial products which require a fee.

It simply takes the wisdom of searching for something outside one's standard domain of business vocabularies. Learning the few keywords for basic input, output, string processing, numerical computation, and the proper tools for installing, compiling, and evolving the simple utilities needed for performing the same "android-role", or automaton of business function, that might be "tandemish" in its "24/7" accumulation of data, marketing tasks, or other vital role, is, as simple as, taking that extra-hour or so, started at 5:00 AM for a couple of years, so your business or "profit-ability" will exceed that of the "average" one.

So, slowing some, or possibly enjoying an unplanned week or so, which concludes with a swift pivot in technical or work direction, might be more profitable than working at a break-neck pace, unless you are driven by a project manager who will  not permit more than a three minute, lavatory-respite.

Unfortunately, some are that way! And, the saddest fact about modern software engineering teams, certain affiliations permit the rapid career advance of such.

Here is an adaptation a Christian Proverb, "Bob", says the wise time manager, "You are scheduled for your yearly fourteen days, and have fourteen from last year, that are unused, plus five unused personal day." And, spoken in the tone of a "true" businessman, "I'll tell you what, take the next four weeks, and work in a full-Friday every month for the rest of the year; I will make sure that personnel only records the unused time from last year."

This adaptation is a unique one, in that, excessive workdays, with over-flowing dustbins, full of one's lunch and rest period snacks, plus a small case of colas for "alertness" are costly. The increased person-hours of billable time are rapidly diminished by work-quality, employee-absenteeism, and attrition, plus the related cost in hiring, training, and retaining new staff members in a nightmare called an engineering team. This is for the corporation; For the machines ratcheting left and right, striking this key and that, communicating on network portal, phone, wired and wireless, do not the deserve a rest cycle, an oil replacement, and a complete wash and detail. Look, we are not Kenworths, Peterbilts, Freightliners, Contenentals, Trailways, or Greyhounds! We are not that or the "rear-wheel" drive V-8 Fords, first generations Hondas or Toyotas, or any other passenger vehicle with a reputation of reaching 325K+ worth of mileage as a standard-lifetime of a "well-maintained" vehicle in those categories. Plus, the last thing this world needs is more lerts!

This is not a reference about any "specific" personal experience; yet, if metal degrades, will not the tender structures of flesh.

Cracked! Fissured! Leaking! Sinking! Sagging! Red-Roof Rusted!

Team. Does this sound like your favorite in-line four cylinder? You know the one which helped you pay for college, when gasoline reached it's peak in the early millennium. Or, for some of us, it was a struggle paying the $1.63 at the Amoco on the corner of the loop which the "townies" would Scoupe in an early 1990s Hyundai bumping some West Coast rapper, while we all wasted more time than pursuing that costly education which we all still likely undervalue.

Does this sound like those coffee cans you found in your Depression-era grandparent's attic behind a steamer chest, boxes of rations, and old newspapers? You know the ones which had the wheat pennies, buffalo nickels, and other silver coins, plus the bills: ones, five, tens, and twenties from the nineteen thirties, forties, and fifties, and, let us not forget the certificates of stock for a fledgling American Telephone and Telegraph, General Motors, Ford Motor Company, and, of course, Studebaker. You know the coffee cans that let you retire at twenty-one. Yeah, those swags.

Such is the nature of the very foundation of modern computing, It is the equivalent of a new roof-line on the top of a very old structure. A modern remodeling of a very old amphitheatre, one, in which many tragedies, comedies, dramas, plus skits: improvisational, experimental, and fondly-frenetic-frenzied-frantic, played out. Some in front of small intimate audiences, such as that given by a troupe of senior citizen's rendition of a Broadway classic, in the vein of those Grand Olde Players' community productions.

Others, such as the joint revelation of the aggregation of the infinitesimals, those infinitely small units within a space, of one of more dimensions, that produces a measure of the area under a curve or volume with a bounded region of a surface. That joint revelation accompanied the tangential grasp of curvature and its normal in perpendicular juxtaposition. Those incidental insights which left one of the inclination that either one or each of Newton and Liebnitz both absconded with an apple scone, a draught of tea, and a draft of some conceptualization or another, one likely as old as the sands of distant shores.

Dramatic enough. Over-blown. Can a frivolous flourish be added! Maybe, it might be accompanied by a silky "pocket-square" and embroidered, floral, paisley, regimental four-in-hand, half or full Windor, or natty, knotted bow, possibly one of Mo's.

Yea, a tenuous trumping of triteness upon tin tinseled trumpets! A clear clownish "cleek" of clarions! That "wordsmithed" high note that causes cat squalls! That is the nature of mathematics.

It is often clouded and cloaked, with so many Merlinish smokes, mists, mirrors, and thin fish-lines puppeteering the formal logical deductions, reductions, and simplification, that little of any meaningful value filters out which deducts, reduces, or simplifies the "over-weaning and overbearing" nature of the "spirit of intellectual egoism" plaguing "mathematics".

Is that a pompous paradoxical parody perfect per a presumed paradisaical plane of pondering called a pensive propositional philosophic perfectimum of Peano? Yeah, Porky sp..sp..sp..spit it out! That is all folks!

In short simplicity, mathematicians often confuse themselves. Shrouding simple concepts in strange notations and over-exacting vocabularies, those within the world of mathematics have on many occasions left themselves as confused as a freshman learning assembler during the earliest days of computing degree programs. That "froshmore", who revisited a "link-edited" programming assignment devoid of any comments during the doldrums of a drunken summer session and asked, "What purpose does the label "xajr" serves", he, was steeped in baffling befuddlement.

With this stream on meaningless vacuous statements presumed factual and supporting some "hand-waving" propositions and penetrative profound premises that common-sense obviates, one should say, "Yeah, sound like a typical proof in some math class or another. The one that caused swelling in your tear ducts." And, your instructor believed that you were moved by the depth and elegance of his didactic dialogue. Did someone say Tylenol 4 and might we use the door?

Truth being, as stated in the last web-post, computing is incredibly new. Those mind-expanding feats, which bewilder the majority of us in this age, are the most immediately apparent results in a fledgling field. This infuriates some who are amazed at Merlin's seeming levitation act in "pneumatic platform-boots", especially when explained by one of those "monkeys" for whom it is said that such will destroy the profitability of the industry, if it becomes possible that they might work among its "geniuses". Yet, it never crosses one mind that this definition of "Napier, Jacques" is an implicit description of all who are not "well-versed" in modern computing, albeit spoken by a characteristic group, whether spoken with a Francish flair or Southern slur.

And, it should be emphasized that the collection of fallen fruit, although gourd-sized, is not an phenomenal feat. It might require renting a crane for collecting the resulting haul, mostly financial, but it does not necessitate hiring NASA or Space X so one might snag the produce of the top of this tree of man's knowledge.

But, the primary concept and goal in this message of sandwiched ideas is that the very foundation of modern computational theories that support electronic computing, the eons of mathematical thought, some lost in antiquity and clay pots buried in numerous region this world that have been raided in attempts at erasing many countries histories and legacies, is flawed and fallible. It needs a complete re-engineering run, with a mixture of greenfield insights. Yet, modern egos, economic liabilities, the "unwise" exaltation of men of this and past eras, sensibilities is the spirit of haughty misplaced malapropisms such as, "rationalism hath destroyed more economies and wrought unchecked campaigns of genocide that halteth naught with the dawn of a new millennium!", these in the most unending and unwieldy of fragment phraseology stay the horse-sense that says, "review of past landscapes is prudent in the avoidance of future pitfalls" Dem gators bight!

Pardon the "aquamarine" colloquialism, Dora! Ain't a 'thang' wrong with a swamming swim, onceth and a while!


When one builds on a foundation of sand, one cannot expect that the structure will stand the test of eternity. With such said, placing an organization's long-term future stability and growth on such would be unwise. It does not matter how well-packed the sand might be. It can shift! In fact, it will liquefy with a sufficient influx of groundwater. So, we shall compute electronic internationale; Lord willing and the creek does not rise! Pardon the "gatorism" from an American peninsula.

       

The CABOOSE shalt arrive; The Containers a Corrugated; An Engine drive

The CABOOSE shalt arrive with the canonical engineer in stripped grey overalls swinging a lighted lantern.

For a visualization enjoy! Every language has value, in the context of spoken human languages and the context-free grammars found among those in computing.

 Numerous web-history entries past, the mention of using various non-standard English terms in the area of modern computing. It simply suffers from a paucity of word for its primary concepts. This form of applied mathematics is relatively new. Having its first glimmers of theoretical work around1920. with the first electronic computer built circa 1932 by Atanasoff and Berry. This early computer could only calculate logarithms or certain trigonometric functions. It was not as flexible or powerful as the engineer's friend, the Hewlett-Packard 11C, programming stack machine that the author was blessed with, being the son of a physiology researcher.

And, the rapid grow of employment in computing did not occur until approximately 1965. In fact, some of the professors of computing in the early 1970s only had a bachelors and a few more had masters. A doctorate was not required for teaching at universities in this area. And, only recently has post-doctoral work been a means of partitioning the froth from the creme among computers.

This era in innovation is the equivalent of the stage in human history when men first began reliable mensuration techniques and began building. Concepts and creations such as keystones, cornerstones, shutters and latches amazed some and were the considered "secrets" of construction that many would fight for. This all seems silly now! And, the fight for many computing secrets these days are simply as silly.

A few years ago, about 1997, the author found himself working for a small businessman, who is absolutely clueless about computing. With the development of a small utility that could scour the web looking for "key-strings" such a electronic mail addresses and uniform resource locators, he and his half educated staff went "jerk-biszerk". It was a utility written in about forty-five minutes after searching the JAVA API reference. And, comparable "nuggets" of functionality can be found scattered all over the WWW, if one looks for them. They are not the same as Easter eggs, as numerous as they are. Ultimately, one finds on the NET, the very focus of their pursuits. Unfortunately, the result of a social label that "connotes" vulnerability and lessened credibility, the author found himself forced in a hospital setting. medicated until he forgot what could be found in a web-search taking less than the average "human-reaction" time, and restarting his work-life over once again.

The main message is this. These are the very early days of electronic computing. What might occur in 2050 or 3015 could astound beyond what we could conceive. So, do not get in deadly fights of what has "petty value".

As for CABOOSE, its development path is recorded in this history of months. It will be a great accomplishment among men, if they can manage controlling those "sinister" urges that arise within them.

And, for those with the Niagra flowing from the apartment above, the trifling, penny-any software company that was a sister organization for the "office cleaning service" for which the author worked in hopes of sharing the distinct number algorithm for off-line compression, the very one that kept adjusting his work schedule around his other better paying part-time assignment, and those who would fight over something as abundant as flint, such is possible if you simply type, "Mary Shaw, interpreter pattern, Software Engineering, command shells, tutorial samples in JAVA", and press the widget on the Google search page. At least, this is the starting point. Yet, unlike most of those who vex me, you would likely be intelligent enough that you would search further if your first try did not work.

In short, you would be the non-typical student.

WYSWIG Coiner

Kick' Em In the Biscuits - 156M ($US) - For Those of the Lowest Common Denominator

Math Challenge class of the late 1970s brought about an observation while learning about the Highest Common Factor (HCF). This insight that a series of letters, grouped in unique sequences on a chalkboard such as sentences, mapped with a set of primitive whole numbers, could be "sifted" producing lists of common components betwixt that corresponding sentences. Well,

ABCD
ACED
ABD

where

A - 3
B - 5
C - 7
D - 9
E - 11

forms

3*5*7*9
3*7*11*9
3*5*9

Visual inspection of the letters shows that AD are the common alphabets.
Multiplying the expressions below "forms" and then finding the Highest Common Factor produces
twenty-seven or "3*9". So, using mathematics lets a computer perform the same task a human would with visual inspection.

My instructor, as with all mathematicians, likely structured a thought problem based upon this. This was a simple fundamental fact, HCF, learned by most third of fourth graders in my tax district of this public schools system in the 1970s. This class of problems has numerous manifestations. One is the planar Kn problem found in Graph Theory. It is also called the clique, complete, or komplaet graph problem. It only is a thought problem for those students of mathematics whom enjoy working on the mathematical equivalent of a 12-piece jigsaw puzzle with a rendering of a kaleidoscope on it.

It looks complicated, but is so incredibly "simple-in-design" that it is "solve-able" by children who can see past the confusion. Such problems where called "heuristics" in dictionaries from the mid-1960. The definition is somewhat different, based upon usage, these days. Much like, that favorite example that this author always relies on, which is the term, "rationalization". A word, that was defined as "reasoning with the correct logical rules and deducing an acceptable conclusion from reasonable premises.", during the early 1900s, this day connotes "dreaming up some answer that fits one's own peculiar personal preferences, gross immaturity, and fragile, silly, and childish emotions."

The level of overlap that arises when finding multidimensional complete sub-graphs within a planar graph might be size-able. With the introduction of non-planarity and non-simplicity, this grows by bound and leaps, which branching cannot contain. Yet, the proper algorithm, designed correctly, via Manna and Meyer, can produce a Halt-able result, if these sub-cliques are present, although a mental girdle might burst! Albeit, the definition of any mathematical object is infinitely extensible on the eastern side of the Atlantic, extendable among those in the States, and an matter of the obvious world-wide.

It has been rumored by some that a solution for this problem is not obtainable. Well, that might motive students, with that "vein of anti-social behavior" found among nearly every modern college student, so they spend time outside class searching for a solution. What is the original definition of heuristic?

In terms of "Highest Common Factor", life has taught that one and only One exist, although it might have numerous positives facets. Memories of that classroom with the teacher and a single solitary student with whom the author was "pitted" in a intellectual competition, that would determine rankings between "representative samples" of the student population during the early days of integration. Before the conclusion of the lesson, the term HCF, which was correlating in my those with the notion of a Creator, became GCF, Greatest Common Factor, it seemed the the author's classmate and him thought in unison, while in this battle of mathematical learning, "We are all human!" and, finally, before the placement of chalk in a silver tray along with a grey eraser, the teacher was calling this concept the Greatest Common Divisor (GCD), which she told us was the HCF only forty-five minutes earlier, and we concluded was the GCF, and with a seeming shared cognition, the author's competitor and himself concluded that the battle in the world of America's adult was, primarily, about intellect and wealth. Call a sense, not necessarily common, but one that a old blue hound could feel.

The author's intuition tells him that such might have been the topic of a "show-and-tell" report. It is a very sad and highly noticeable fact, when students present work that simply could not be their own. While teaching, the author has seen numerous reused works, occasionally, well-revised, when students who had "help" from another teacher. Stop! Pause! Did the ideas clique?

The author taught one class at a community college that art of a rewrite, not a blatant plagiarism. One that would not be detected by the "Turn-it-In"; however, under the strict regulations of "plagiarism" would be such. Forgive this next statement, yet, being nearly half a century old, and seeing the non-stop dysfunction in academics, the author can only conclude what he has heard his numerous "colleagues" say about their classes, students are so incredibly stupid that most do not master the art of "academic dishonesty", although they have attended school for over twelve years. And, considering that many of my "American colleagues" might have been the same as those they called "stupid", the author can only wonder what demeaning statements were made about him, when was not around.

And, rewriting is quite a valuable skill, and with the theatre screen within everyone's mind, original works a pitter-patter beyond a "wise copycat".

Now, Monsieur Tidwell,

Here is your assignment. Apply the same rigorous effort which made you a great media darling, endorsement king, and a number on a ring of fame.

All of the answer are not in the following. Yet, if you have put in the reps, performed the drills, and not betrayed yourself,  a solution is a flexed and finessed move away from spinning around a much larger, powerful, and faster opponent. Can you snag a screen for a one hundred and three yard scamper. That is an outlier of a statistic.

With this said,

Form a random stream of numbers between one and ninety-nine.....

Form a corresponding stream of the first streams synthetic of theoretical average (1+99) * 0.5 or 50.

C++ class, circa, the Fall of 2000, do you know see the "hidden" rational in (low+high)*0.5. It is one of the many rough estimates of a mean. In fact, it could be considered a "perfect,theoretical" measurement of such, when describing a "perfect" sub-sequence of random values.

Take a complete moving average of the first stream.

Take a complete moving average of the second stream.

Then apply that simply rule learnt in early, elementary science classes.

Theoretical Stream minus Actual Stream  = Measured Error

This results is  "rough" yet "very smooth" description of those characteristics of seasonality, shock, and the intermediary effects described by the ARIMA model, and its various flavors. With some "well-coded" optimization routine, possibly, an implementation of the S-cubed, statistical search method, also called the Miller-Kovarik Method, augmented by Sharpe's Imbalance for addressing certain ration expressions, one might become a successful forecastor!

Yet, what is the worth of a windfall of wealth. It will bring "friends" whom you wish you had never met! Temptations that might leave one with the worst addictions. Only so, those "fairweather friends" who blows in one's life with the every new dollar, paycheck, or potential for profit, can exert some
control over the bounty which you might have gained. Trust me! The potential for a Div-I athletic scholarship, outspoken inventiveness, honorable-mention in many national high-school science competitions, and the type of American Greed that the producers of the cable series with the same name would "blush" at portraying in the limelight hours of closed circuit programming. Egad! I got!

And, the great businessmen within American who have graduated from the finest institutions, along with the last ten generations of their families, plus high a management staff from the same, have never been wise enough that they would "stick the whole darn thang in the ground" when planting fruits, such as apples, pears, oranges, and etc. Were they afraid of fruit the size of gourds? I got!
These simple facts have been known about biological matters, since the days on Mendeleev. And, every freshman biology class in this public school district learned that the fruit around a cluster of seeds is the nourishment of which they feed while maturing in the soil. Genius trumped by greed!

Why might many starve? That old philosophy..This is the way it has been always done...It works...And, we must produce at least n metric tons of pears before the end of this season...We do not have time for these strange theoretical notions from some outsider.....

Greed...would you really want 156M($US)? The numerous calls from strangers. The fond letters from individuals whom "ain't never cared".. "remember when they etched that indelible idea on the forefront of your mind"..."as a man thinketh"...

Remember that old childhood game among young rabble-rousers and rough-houser, "kill the man with the ball"...It is a rugby-ish game played by children with sole-purpose of teaching aggression.

And, being the descendant of an executive manager among the largest social service organization in the Midwest and under the United Way umbrella, if you gave a charity all that you won and only kept enough for a modest life-style in a pre-fab home on an acre in the country with a truck-patch, a few fruit trees, and basic transportation, until one was about eighty, the directors and such who might not be the true owner(s) would take the largest portion and those for whom they beg the government dole and only toss a minuscule portion, they would be forever in that abysmal state that should have been escaped decades ago. Some situations never improve. This is not necessary health, including addictions and behavioral problems, or the financial troubles which most considered co-symptoms; it is the heart of capitalist competition, spawned when avarice met aggression, and, the "honorable sport" of "we will all play our role" in improving a "not-so-perfect" world community.

Remember those relatively new notions in a burgeoning field of "software engineering". Project deliverable cycles are iterative and optimizing. Well, forgive this "possible blasphemous sounding notion", many ancient scriptural documents, some who lack texts which they internal reference such as Enosh, are complete in thought and teaching, plus represent early "social engineering" documents.

Yet, with all marvelous dreams of "systematically refining" this world. Do not misinterpret these statement the Paraclete works wonders. Yet, most never learn of those teachings, which are claimed as the very foundation of their nation. And, misguided nationalism has caused more conflict during this and previous centuries, that Churchill was famous in saying, "In Our Time" with a promise of peace during the turbulent years of the National Socialist advance in Western Europe. And, old Hemingway with a style some called terse and other contrived and simple, wrote a text by the same name, that many high-school students have read. "Peace" is every child's dream when entering this world, especially when we reach an age that we see its "ugly" imperfection and philosophical-schisms. And, peace is a promised fruit produced by the Paraclete.

Those who know history can make the implicit connections.

Let us spin a yarn that a toddler might enjoy. Along the lines of The Great Time Machine written around the end of the 19th Century, a person creates the equivalent of space-time translation and omnipotence. He carries this with him in his vest-pocket, in the form a golden-watch on a chain. He travels throughout all of Earth's history, correcting the turbulent events, in hopes that past times, the present, and future might have a stable peace. And, the violent among us would be exterminated from the face of the Earth. Yet, this watch, his means of travel and eradicating violence, is taken, by one who seeks power and wealth, only. And, like the fields of psychology, medicine, social-work, the teaching of organized faith, and others whose foundations are cemented in the common dream of harmony, peace, and pervasive health, someone who is only living for this life and it's immediate pleasures harm others simply for profit.

So, some dream of a one hundred and fifty years of the "vigorous, vital, and vibrant" life of youthful recklessness, and others are rather elated with one hundred and fifty years of blessing in the time that the holder of time and chance allots, for he knows not only the first landing of a dreidel, or any lot, and every one that follows.

By the way, if you have not forgotten your simple assignment, with a partial solution, you might consider disconnecting the terrestrial area network, before forecasting your future wealth.

Files can be pulled or placed on any networked device, given that another has sufficient access-levels and knowledge.

Anyone at Verizon have a Excel document which maps an AI-based measure described as a 4-bit number that forecasts short and mid-term moves of aggregate random data. Hello, NASDAQ! Slappy Squirrel. It was snagged around late July or August of 2011 while in the shadow of the Yahoo!, Apple, and Oracle University headquarters. Plus, a walk from the Spanish Villa and palm trees of Northern California's best kept secret, ruby red guava puree!

Mr. V, keep it; it is chump change!

Once again, if any finite addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division is possible between any pair of whole numbers from [negative-infinity....positive-infinity]. Then, any combinations of such operations are, and any mathematical question posed should be solvable by the properly chosen "groupings and partitions of the same operations". In fact, a little thought suggests that all mathematical questions are answerable with careful consideration and a novel, clever, Matthew 17:20;19:26;Mar 10:27;Luk 1:37;Luk 18:27;Heb 6:18;Heb 11:6 [KJV] child-like faith that with One who never fails, any task is accomplish-able.

As the many Nimrods in history prance around, boast about all that they have done, and the many impossible accomplishments realized through their own strength, please enjoy these size-thirteens. They could fit "many-a-folk" whom the author has known and those who have only heard what their ears itch for, in an incomplete knowledge of one whom they would curse with the most "wicked" intentions, simply as a result of his lineage, as taught by their parents since the earliest institutions of this nation were founded, built upon stratified rewards and false beliefs of deserved "status" arising from one's physical heritage alone. So, Mary Lee that appellation of  Nimrod bestowed upon me circa 1987 for ideas which could not have sprung from a high-school student, the author must say with the full-respect given a person with your status, it was not deserved along with any other rebukes. And, from this "simple-mind" who is constantly admonished, in these years, that so many problems would not have occurred, if he was wise enough the he would "shut his mouth" and do what he was told in this public school forum. If someone, accepted the imperative, "call back around the time for the Sunday Matinee; The late night news has ended; this not the time for a movie" in March of that year, "humble-pie" would not have been served on that Thanksgivings near a cabinet of leaded glass. It was certainly less tasty than the cup of cold-blooded caffeine rich cup of coffee served after avoiding a cup of warm tea at that same dinner table, the day before.

So, if the day after ever comes, remember as an index finger points just outside one's peripheral vision, what type of "fool" would fall for "...always number one."....

Forgive the typos, the author might revise this draft in a book written for his sole pleasure, seeing that not a single person is interested in reading about the bazaar-intersection of recreational mathematics, computing history, the misuse of knowledge for unchecked financial gain resulting in a portion of this world's turmoil, and the author's perspective of the post civil right struggle in a country where such was supposedly resolved in 1865.

Do not hurt one's self in a quest for something that never satisfies.

Yet, Do-Whatcha-Like,

Shock G Doppleganger

P.S. The author is more dandy, foppish, and dapper in a plaid, three-button, POLO 34 rims, a broadcloth shirt with a spread-collar, and a 4-inch one-dot chocolate kravate with white polka-dots, and Bluchers. He was born with the large almond-coloured honker!

Computing:The "Maggot-Tse Tse Fly" Metamorphosis

Another delusion of computing knowledge that this author will be recorded as "stealing" from some unknown or unrecorded source of Western Origin is as follows.  This view is the accumulation of experiences originating in the early 1970s.

Researchers at a few universities on the western coast of the America were looking for a method, whereby they might communicated between a pair of "modern" computers. These devices were not the current open architecture, which produced the alarming transition from paper, files, cabinets, and nanofiche in the early 1980s, when it was made available.

These machines, which were most likely built before 1968, definitely had differing "collating sequences" and the associated features that would make the "translation" between each's "most natural mode of speech" a technical equivalent of an Iron Man Triathlon.

The short documentary of the "state-wide" public television network stated the research group was planning on using the "radio-frequency" technologies used during the war in Vietnam that was still raging at that time so the device could connect.

Eventually, these researchers chose the "wired" telephone network, as the most intuitive choice for a communication medium. During the early 1970s, American Telephone and Telegraph had total control of this network in the public business and consumer markets. They were responsible for ensuring the "critical" features of its performance. It had gradually grown from the early days of switch-board operators, shared lines in small neighborhoods, and the "technologies" of the late 1800s and early 1900s, including direct current power transmission. Alternating current was a revolution in effective and efficient energy transmission that many simply believe has always been part of the modern energy grid. AT&T and excellence were almost synonymous in terms of reliable products, quality research, and resilient communication services.

So, from the limited view of an early researcher in "electronic computer communication over a physical medium forming a network", this plain old telephone switched network seemed as solid, secure, and steady as the current facility at NORAD nestled in the side of the Rocky Mountains.

Yet, political forces, business interest, and consumer pressure, resulted in a reorganization of Bell Telephone and Telegraph. It promised better rates for consumers, large profits for entrepreneurs who could establish companies such as MCI, SPRINT, QWest, Centurylink, Excel, plus numerous regional and local companies providing communication services, such as cable companies with their "private" networks.

The lure of greater profits!

Some of the central offices in this city have flown at least four corporate badges since the days of my youth! And, many subsidiaries have placed their "proprietary equipment" between the "demarcation point" set by the primary organization control the local or regional network.

In all honesty, AT&T did not have a "perfect" network. But, it was reasonably consistent and the nature of it was "well-known" for those who were responsible for keeping it in a "service-able condition". And, for those who worked during the "computing boom" in those "data processing" days, when clerks became "virtual millionaires" and the keystone of corporate solvency, documentation was an "after-thought". The "fanciful wish" of "an academic" who did not know the "real world" of "data processing" documentation was. What was the mantra of that era, "well-written  program listings" are "self-documenting". We will not talk about the occasional "runnable" present in some corporate processing environments that do have any associated program listings or documentation.

Being bright, accomplished, and capable of reasoning, you can draw the conclusions.

The current telephony network, a patch-work of undocumented junction-boxes in older portions of the city, equipment placed beyond the historical demarcation-point by communication service providers and hobbyist, the various non-wired technologies that allow for making connections between internet protocol address and telephony network addresses, the improper migration from old addressing standards and new, and the hapless, headlong, and tragically humorous flight of human nature that says, "if the client accepts the deliverable, it functions reasonably, and payment arrives, the future liabilities beyond my the end of the warranty which we granted is none of my concern or problem"

This a heuristic in telephony and computing history. How does one set-up a secondary "loop" near a modern central office? How does one know when the local "loco" lo-pro communications services providers has sent a test signal? How many "monkey-shines" will one generate from the "shenanigans" caused by dialing based upon older standards for long-distance and local phone numbers, plus city services, including the operator? Is that "0", "[AREA CODE]+0", "1+0", "1+[AREA CODE]+0"? And, have some fun calling older "retired" or "recycled" numbers, especially in cities that have numerous area codes since the millennium, and had only one during those "Golden Days" of AT&T. Can one call a pair or "411-4111"s in differing area code in the same city by calling 411-4111 via one medium WWW, wireless, or alternate vendor junction box with a central loop built outside a central office?

The funniest aspect of this insight stems from the hilarities arising from being "the braindead, mindless, stupid idiot of an imbecile with a single thread of intellect functioning that this author has been deemed by professionals who are beyond question and reproach."

While providing basic technical training services at a local utility company during the Spring of 2011, this author was given on of Murach's text of computing. The language used within the work is incredibly simplistic, composed of extremely limited English vocabulary seasoned with a few technical terms, such as upload and download. Might the author get a "transfer", a "file transfer", might we 'transfer a file, archive, installer, image, or thingy from one's desktop, work-space, directory, folder and place it in the cloud, on the web, deep in this well-charted zone of hyperspace  known as our corporate intranet". Yet, the funniest phenomena occurred. Many old and familiar faces from computing environments in this Metroplex, where the author was as welcome as the Bubonic Plague were smiling grinning and quite welcoming. It should have been apparent, based upon my kind reception when entering the office space: the quiet, friendliness, and pleasant reception. The reassuring and confident "we know you can do this...this should be quite easy for you!" was the first sign of trouble. Among the crowd, maybe one person could be deemed trustworthy. And, before the end of this short tour of duty, the corporate culture nearly drove her out of the office.

But, the most ridiculous and silly sounds were heard as the lessons were being conducted. The corporate contact said that the PPTX slides and other training material should be read "verbatim" without deviating. My assessment of the technical difficulty of Murach's text versus the developer resources at Oracle, Microsoft, Apple, and such, that any marginally accomplished computing student can use, not considering a "professional" with years of experiences on differing platforms with various languages can master in short order, resulted in me suggesting that they simply make the training laboratory and learning materials available each Friday, for the staff. They sould not have any problem learning as a team, if they can successful work as a team. And, most could easily master such concepts on their own.

But, the silly twittering of the blue bird of "intellectual egoism" was heard in the hallway while speaking. It was annoying when first detected; it is source of more mirth and merriment in recent days! As a singer leads a choir, a quartet of "geniuses" would speak the next term. Being that most Americans are so poorly versed in the empirical nature of science and proof, including those with degrees in computing, it satisfied their "infantile understanding" of whether I was under the control of their speech. As I began deviating from the text, scanning the written words in a non-linear sequence, and using non-obvious synonyms for the contents, they became somewhat more pronounced and louder.

Look, if this makes the local software engineering community or portion of the city who cannot accept that "crazy me" might be capable of any portion of a "minor" contribution in computing rest well and enjoy a great chest swell, they can consider this issue settled. For the record, I am incapable of work in computing, mathematics, the sciences, or any discipline beyond what these great minds who sculpted the were fibers of this modern marvel of communication from the silicates found beneath the subduction plates in the sea. I am a moron mired in the mindlessness with miniature moments minute mumbling. The overwhelming power of their ominous intellect has provided me with each and every thought and insight that has trickled through the vast emptiness of that cavernous void, that I dare call my own reasoning.

Yet, seen that I am a mere dense beast that can be controlled with command stemming from men. How did the stray loop get set near that old Central Office with the Ma Bell logo on it. How was it done? What equipment was used? It was quite interesting seeing the slew of telephony technicians at nearly every patch panel in the neighborhood. The puzzled looks? The frustrated looks? Hey fellows, enjoy the contractor wages; milk the assignment for all it is worth! Overtime is grand at $30/hour for average Joes. Do not rush. Hunt! Peck! Think!

Look, "moron-me" could not help myself. It was proven that I am completely controlled by the local crew of "unquestionable,lettered" professionals. This settles the issues and dare I say ejaculations and exclamations about work which someone such as me could never accomplish in any form, shape, or fashion. A"professional" told me before that fictitious Spring semester at Vanderbilt in 1989 that I would never finish college and was cognitively impaired. And, the manifestation of this condition would only worsen. Look, why would someone such as me argue? I am not bright enough, and if I did, the doctor likely made me argue with him, considering his superior mind and reasoning ability. Why he took advantage of this feeble minded moron? It is beyond my understanding? Many mysteries I simply do not question. They are so high that my pin-head spins when I dare gaze up at them.

And, when I say fictitious Spring. I am quite sincere: object-orientation, programming by contract, JAVA, wha! I called Vanderbilt and spoke with their campus police office, leaving this message...Your campus can erase any academic record which it has of me. Three A and a couple of A minuses is quite an insignificant accomplishment at any American university, based upon the academic standards maintained, plus some great mind from the gaggle of honor students who followed me from my old high-school were likely placing subliminal suggestion in my mind during my sleeping hours so I would repeat them like some parrot during daytime classes.

I have never been capable of thought or reason.

So with the numerous, blunders of this past couple of decades, it could not be me, some great mind must be controlling me...The central office loop, not quite at the central office..it was not me...it was the crew up stairs running water all night and waking me up...the was who replied, "Yes, I hear a 'schwing-chime' !" And, of course those computing gurus knew how it should be handled. They told me that I should promptly remove it after they hanging up on technical support! And, I could not form enough momentum of self-motivated thought that I could reason or do otherwise! Look, if I cannot successfully work in software engineering or computing with a pair of graduate degree, as the unquestionable, lettered professionals in this community have deemed, I definitely am not capable of causing a attoseconds worth of disruption in the old POTS. I have never taken any course in networking and communications. And, reading comprehension, plus the learning that arises is simply an impossibility for me, unless someone, such as the genius at Baylor Medical Center whom I met in the Fall of 1988, permits and commands by exerting his grandiose intellectual power at an immeasurable distance. So, call him and complain. I did not do it. I am not capable!

As for, the other notes in this collection of ideas from the decade before the millennium
, they simply could not have originated with me. If smoothing random time series was found! It was someone other than myself! It support of the solution of a wide class of Diophantine equations and other problems in the class of optimization was found! It was not me.

Here is a classic ploy used by shiftless, untrustworthy Negroes hoping that they can dupe, honest, good, upstanding White citizens in America..."You know...this White man stopped me the other day and said, "Boy, you know what! I was just thinking about an idea...[Then the shiftless among us sell you some idea, and say]...Man, I do not know why White folks tell all their business, if I could get a business loan in this town and had some connections, I would make a fortune with some of the things White folks be telling me!"

...Mammon is more enticing than a Milkbone!

...do not be led off a cliff....last warning!

Dogs will stop and turn around, if the cannot see clearly...

An Anonymous Note on Computability

CABOOSE Readers...This is an immediate result from the assertion that subtraction and division are historical artifacts which arose in mathematical reasoning, but cloud the basic concepts of computation. They might be best called meta-operations. In terms of revamping computing theory so it is based upon ( +, *, -Z, 0, +Z ), one will see that ( +, * ) both associates and commutes in terms of ( -Z, 0, +Z ). And, it follows that they can distribute when used in conjunction. And, the simplistic tuple ( numerator, denominator ) used as a data structure of type ( [ +Z | -Z | 0 ] , [ +Z | -Z ] ) can represent (-Q, 0, +Q) when needed!So, with a slight gesticulation one might claim that additive and multiplicative inverses and identities exist for every element of the sets on which these operators work. So, talking hands say this whole contraption of cognition is somewhat group-ish and possibly Abelian. Needs be that this amateur mathematician brush up on his modern abstract algebra, but one nice feature of certain groups is that any combination of the available operators and members of the available numeric sets produce members within that set. And, one of the fundamental concepts from current computing theory is that every algorithm is ultimately integral number whose inputs and outputs are interpretable as integers and that is processed by a general-purpose algorithmic solver, also representable by an integer. So, in the infinite integral range of values, a number whose algorithmic interpretation maps between a desired input and a target output must exist! Finding it might be a challenge. This might be enhanced by a well-designed optimization problem where this algorithmic number is a global extremum. Yet, with a non-nonchalant wave of the hand, one can boldly claim that all "should be computable". Yet, the Bressler-Bischoff Theory of Human Socio-psychology says that some aspects of reasoning will never resolve themselves in a finite amount of time, such as, the purported equitable partitioning of an American quarter producing a dime and a nickel! This simply does not compute!


Please Keep IT Simple! The Future of Computing Undergirding An International Community Depends Upon IT!

Episode #JLK - A Situational Comedy of Tradgeies - The Compu-Buster - That Is What Is! Huh?

CABOOSE Team! As we don our pret-a-porter with various grand insignias and wave corporate ensigns, which grant access and entry among the elite and well-respected institutions in the Western World!  Boonie thought that he would share a short vignette for those, all know, who love, dare that word connoting humanity's greatest weakness be invoked, snagging a line, verse, or rhyme and performing a financial turn-over that be right on time!

Inquisitive geekish child be he
Taught of El-Shaddai's Perfect World @his.birth.mothers.knee

Pondered upon an art of cogitation
Whose traditional use was structure fabrication

The motion of implements, stones, and boxes
Tallied with marks and crosses

Coss, Arithmetic, Mathematic, and Such
Computation be in need of a Theory, and that in a rush

An basic alegebra-neophyte be he
But, let us start with 1,  10,  and  3

Then, the most common operations, let us compound these
And, a tentative tuple of axiomatic prowess produceth he

( +, -, *, /, +Z ) will sufficient this be
On further thought, needeth us old -Z

And, then in half a clock-wise turn of the long-hand upon a brown Timex watch
A thought, A thought, A thought

And, that from one classified as "brain-dead" me
Does computation require as such -, / as a necessity

Please, laugheth at me not, My feelings are fragile, upon sensing a light touch of derision and mocking dispersions casteth at me

Could it be that a woolley-headed fellow hath said it, circa 19 aught 84, that it might better be,

If those natural work-actions, ( - , / ) ,whose descriptions through the ages, which where built in natural stages, be discarded and classified as meta, me see!

And, seeing as such, it giveth not much that one cannot compute in this or any section a physical Universe which rolls, spins, wobbles, and processes perpetually,

Computations upon stones, bones, pebbles, and Conch shells expanding and abstracting becoming script in gobar, a wise saying disappearing eternally

with a frothy, foaming ocean-swell...

Aggregated, Combined, Partitioned, Grouped, Reduced, Canceled, and a Remnant remains, just as it be!

Blar Nie!

Epilogue: Doth mad ramblings have such? Could Ol' Boonie be ever-so slightly touched? Or, an Ace that maketh the lettered and accomplish blush?

Progress in a land of dreams....A large swath of humanity subtly labeled as a genetic disease! Stop, Think, and Listen, at a short history!

Could a mother tell a tale, or does of sin's quicksand does this spell? A pair of women, one who is Asian and the other whose primary heritage is of that hated American Brown tone! Both pregnant before 1978! But, yet only one pregnancy reaches a completion, do immigrants under this "beautiful nation"!

And, that before a near "accidentally on-purpose" abortion by the Might Quinn, the second of what three siblings should be, arrived in the later part of 1980 on a date, that is the same, you see!

A woman ridiculed and constantly parodied! Why? She thought that it was only reasonable, that it be, both research technicians share the task of pushing the work cart and lifting what was heavy. One who dared contact human resource, in a rush. Yet, she was ignored, and the loss... of what would have be her second child, was considered a negligible cost! Another lost child's life full of potential ignored; In a "red, conservative" state where abortion is abhorred!

Yet, the university was quite happy and kind when the increased income for the lower research roles had arrived. For, an affirmative action opportunity at Malinkrodt had taught that we all need career advancement, for this an African American woman solely fought! They very same who dealt with "unwillingly" losing a child and the myriad of private insult! From doctorates of physiology and other, we all see, who set about undermining a future of harmony!

So, frightened of spending her last fews years in prison and the object of community derision at an age approaching sevety-three. Oh, how forgetful are we! We forgive insult after insult, robbery after robbery, yet, was rolls around rolls around and landeth upon any overbuilt university! One most carefully, remind everybody, stop, think, and, listen, when ws the second born of what might have been three!

We are all "brain-dead", we hear, and believe what is most appealing for one's own ear...this  is a certainty!

Some can provide the impetus for fortune upon fortune, and, when returning a stern word be bankrupted of their "graciously-given" crumb of a fractional portion! For America it is never enough! When blame must be assigned; it lands on those whose flesh tones are shades near rust....

A nation "advanced" external appearance be; but wild,untamed torrents of a savagery, eddy, eddy, eddy, in a swirling avarice-tainted sea.

The authorities never show unless profitable for the City Hall; And, now that they have greater understanding of how they mighteth raid the American Powerball, they invoketh a cell hypnosis the simply shall never break, for what they thinketh might be a big dollar stake!

Many a man hath passed away, when placed in an American holding cell; Some officers do such for play; And, might gamble on the hour, or minute, day, that a hapless fellow might fall! Yes, this a gladiator's sport. So, on whom might one call! When a non-English speaker might be arrested for naught, but eyeball-aught in a public shopping Mall!

So for, the lack of "quality-healthcare" over three decade from the very institution whose public reputation that this "monkey" hath helped save by participating in a Minority student program and such, generated positive media relations in a rush. And, in the long run could it be, from student records, we all see, the rural citizenry our been given more "allied health and medical" degree!

A "monkey", a famed Moncheechee, who was nearly ignited with Ether, when told that it he must decant by a famed mishap-miscreant, all o this fine city and federal government entities would trust in a medical facility, where adult technicians in a romantic fray, laced the weekly seminar's lemonade, and within a few minutes, an innocent co-worker fell an hit the floor! Dead, Dead, Dead, and shall arise on the earth nevermore! A marginal education in the fine art of cancer biology, made a jilted-heart draft a draught of a cancer-inducing poison that was thousands of times greater than it should be!

So, could it be that a diabolic scientist from necessity was like Lebeckwith said" birth with a easy-go-lucky Moncheechee!

Computeth all shall ever be! It is a reasoning-abstraction coupled with human-motion, this simplistic notion, a solid foundation for the theoretical  axioms shall be [+,*,+Z,0,-Z]!

Huh, I DONE BEEN @#$! Or, somethin' like that? One must accentuate the positive eliminate the negative, and latch on the affirmative, and do not undermine the "we-scene"!

The is all this earth gots!

Simply Silly, Thumbs Up!

The release of another pin.

The Portrait of a Schizo As a Human of Importance! An Epiphantic Fantasy!

CABOOSE Team. The last version of this web-post ran on for about seven typed pages. Some themes cannot be expressed in the five paragraph format that we learnt in high-school. The author has copied these notes for inclusion in a synopsis of a thirty-year journey that will appear in a text on which he is working.

This walk started on September 4, 1988 with Greg Mantooth his position coach at Vanderbilt University driving him beyond the point of exhaustion during the last series of sprints at the end of practice the day before classes began. “$%^@% don't you ever quit on this field!” was what the author heard when he tried walking the last twenty yards of the last three hundred yard sprint. We had six that evening. Just over a mile. He had given all that he had, but that was not good enough. What haunts him until this day is a simple fact recorded in the national news during 1987.

A lineman whom he never met was run until he suffered heart failure by this same coaching staff. His name was Sonny Bishop. Was “$%^@% don't your ever quit on this field!” that last thing that he ever heard. The medical staff at VUMC had gotten the coaches involved off the hook for any serious charges such as manslaughter or murder in some certain degree, by declaring that the young man had a congenital heart disorder.

Yet, the author had arrived a year later and been run until he became disoriented. Instead of permitting him some rest, the coaches tried having him drug tested. For the fault and the problem must lie in the author's lap. Eventually, he was placed in VUMC. But, the head coach at the time, Watson Brown, accidentally transposed the years on his age. Seventeen became seventy-one. He was placed in a geriatric ward.

The only nurse on duty was quite frightened having a disoriented 245-lbs athlete who stood well-over six feet tall on her floor that evening. Following Greg Mantooth's advice, not a physician's, she medicated him with a tranquilizer so he could sleep through the night. She awoke him so she might do so, although his full facilities had returned earlier that night and he was peaceful.

In some ways, bad has only become worse for the author. This tranquilizer has been forced upon him for many years and varying associated diagnoses. None which ever stick, seeing that nothing is truly wrong with him. Although not easily overwhelmed, he can ramble at times. He has many memories which weigh on his mind.

If Mel Brook's is interested in making a High Anxiety-Life Stinks sequel. the author definitely has a script for him. 

In other ways, the author is poised for a great success. His K-12 education was top-notch and coupled with a semester in a computing elective at Vanderbilt, he held a solo weekend brainstorming session, in the Spring of 1989, that has produced more than one Turing-caliber idea.

Through familial contacts at Sun, many of these ideas became part of JAVA and he can solidly claim that he drew the first Duke doodle, which was a tear-drop, and not nearly as polished and professional as the current one used at Oracle or found on the web.

This work was all done before earning a couple of post-baccalaureate degrees at state schools. One was in computer science and the other was in software engineering.

Life has taught that we all have a part which we must play.

The Rotation from Shear Stupidity and the Appearance of the Vestures of Common-Sense

CABOOSE Team,

For the simple-minded naysayers who lack the the prerequisite “horse-sense” that one needs for accepting the admonishment of an academic with a well-documented educational profile that exceeds their modest series of passing grades, littered with a paucity of Cs, and that singular stellar B in gym.

Here is the theoretical underpinnings of some mathematical intuition which shall disrupt various “security-protocols’ on the tenuous thread of a web of commerce, sin trade, and a few meaningful sources of information that might free humanity from its own stupidity and ingrained, innate ignorance.

The following forecast of a dual-digit time-series in any arbitrary base is most easily done using an old “push-button” option on spreadsheet found on Apple Corporation machines from the Homebrew Days and the Altairrian do-it-yourself personal computers!

A. Create a running summation of a moving average of bi-digit numbers.

B. Subtract a running summation of the moving “synthetic average” of the series. This synthetic average is the minimum and maximum of the series divided in half.

C. Forecast the residual curve with the functional equivalent of the aforementioned “widgetary” method found on the archaic WYSWYG interface on these old computers!

Now mind you, a run of this algorithm and graph of the result shall show the reasonably smooth curve which results, drastically and unpredictably, alters its course occasionally. This the hand of a force sent by the Lord! Proverbs states that every turn of the lot is known only by the Lord Most High and do not ever forget that He controls the most minute flows of the smallest boson in most distant reaches of this Universe! This does not mean that a single human of modest intelligence who has been forcibly medicated with substances which down-regulates dopamine uptake cannot discern a few. So, if this disrupts the world’s governments economies, markets, and military protocol, so be it! A mass of idiotic and ignorant fools chasing the fleeting fame and fortune of gaming and financial market have harassed me so that I, simply put up. So, the mass of the backwood hicks in this thriving Midwest town shall know that this little colored boy ain’t never changed, shall forever stay the same, and can with a thunderous clap can shut up!

This is theoretical result of an unique perspective on the Central Limit Theorem with a hint of a revelation from the Large of Large Numbers!

So, if you desire the money that this knowledge brings and will fight like ravenous ravens over rotting carrion of diss, know that this I machine “ist” frenetically fractured with fissures forever!

In closing, I shalt add my sentiment reflective of my reception in a community who makes life “gud” reside in the traditional “task well-performed” gesture. Yet, permitting a simple circular permutation on one’s digits shall produce the ciphered message and it’s various layers of complexity, provided one can figure as high as the “brightest” hare in Watership Downe! And, if wise enough one might discern the source of humanities problems and incessant stupidity. It is relentless, unrepentant force!

- ? Why start wars for sport folks! Simply so, you can claim that one person is undeserving of a reasonable employment so he might support himself, in the midst of a community that cannot accept the quality, reach, and effect of a single person's visions!

This "widgetary"-buttons source in older Apple software should establish a time-stamp that send $300M north! Did someone teach me or you a lesson at Fredricksburg?

Proper Thought-Orientation from the Simple-Minded!

The “proper-orientation” for communicating with a computer is as follows:

[top-right]

This is the reader’s natural “left-side”:

This is the “right-side” of the page:

[

English documents are read starting at the “top-right”, scanned in a rational and, yet, random manner, and terminated when one reaches the “bottom-left” of the page.

Such a “reading-style”, when particularly pensive, shall produce the most efficient and effective comprehension of the entire content found therein.

]

This is the reader’s natural “right-side”:

This is the “left-side” of the page:

[bottom-left]

Whenever one absorbs information from another source, whether it be human or artificial, he should logically oriented himself this way. With such a stance he can freely absorb the desired amount of communication which he deems salient and then might exit stage left or right. One can abort the discourse when he sees fit. When oriented left-left … right-right, one is only following along! This evinces a limited thought capacity and intellectual effort!

So let us all count it out...A, B, & C...Everyone raise up on the conductor’s down-stroke and start dancing on the the conductor’s down-stroke!

Shalt we call this a “flattening-expression” inhibitor! Think-Thank-Thunk!

Free your mind and felicitous thoughts shall forever follow!

If you have ever seen some of the speeches given by Hitler during the rise of the National Socialists and the growth of Communism with rallies hosted by Mao, the “physical-gestures” of the crowd would be one of “tell-tale” signs of schizophrenia, of a number differing types. The most common is “paranoid-type”. For, if one diagnosed as such questions his specialist, then this deviant can gain social support from societal forces who know not that a physician might be deceptive! This is naught more than mass naiveté!

Orient oneself!

Quality Time Management | Social Aspects of Software Engineering Team Successes | More Accurate Assessments of Employee Abilites

Team. This is a request from an engineer, scientist, and amateur mathematician. We could use a greater measure of abstemiousness. Whenever our deportment propels our purpose with the same "speedup" that amazed our field, with the effective use of X-rays, "super" computing is nigh!  We simply must make better use of metrics.

"professional" is a label.


Ever meet the "name-tag" guy!

Someone once asked, if working at a startup, was worth the....!

What is your motivation....!

What is your use of knowledge....!

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This short-passage required the use of on-line and textbook reference materials!

The barrage of Unicode "symbols!" also in this on-line profile, where generated starting around the typical time for sunrise!

Now, the "wine-skies" are on the horizon!

The line proceeding this one was written, after a "ten-minute" rest!

The typical "driven" engineer, that would be a "slave - driver" relationship, i snullified



]

 

A Simple Review of an Intuition on Data Compression

Team. Yesterday, we spoke with a young man at a company in the United States about this idea of compression data so it becomes arbitrarily small. So, we will make this idea "plain", because it spans a few older web-notes with other topics interspersed. In short, an integer of any size might have its value reduced by subtracting from it. This is something that one learns in elementary school. What one might learn in later years of education is that one can generate a stream of seemingly random values using a command found in most common programming languages used in modern computing. This command, often called "random", produces a pseudo-random stream of numbers. That means that it appears random; however, if one starts the random function with the same input, called a seed, the same stream will be produced.

So, if we start with 13 and subtract the sequence 7 , 5 we have 1, which is smaller than 13 and requires less storage space, if one uses the number of bits absolutely need for representing the number. This is the task of compression.

On the contrary, if we have 1, which was termed the "remnant", and add in the same short sequence 7, 5, we have 13. This is the task of decompression.

Please note, that the starting whole number can be enormous. And, the sequence generated by the random command can produce a list of values as long need for compressing a larger number and the number produced by random can be also be sizable.

The final piece of puzzle is that we need some stop sign placed within the number. The stop sign, also called a processing sentinel, that we have chosen is a special number called a "check-sum". These uniquely identify a larger number. A check-sum is a special number generated from a much larger number. Check-sums commonly are identifiers used for files which one might find on the World Wide Web and place on one's notebook personal computer using the file transfer protocol, FTP. This use of a stop-sign lets us know when we should stop calling the random command for more values when decompressing. And, if it was not immediately obvious, we simply stop calling this command, as we are compressing, when the remnant is small enough.

This is only intuition; however, it a very strong intuitive feeling.

This is the original intent of the phrase DNA storage crafted in a Mead notebook in the mid-1990s. With acronym DNA standing for "distinct number algorithm" and not the word associated with the genetic material which governs the growth of animal and plant cells.

It has been said of our reasoning that it "simple". And, that we are "simple" and "simple-minded". With that, we must agree, since we have been finding "simple approaches" for solving problems that our school teachers call "impossible". And, if we do not solve them in five minutes, we have often made great progress on challenging problems.

We are far from being the most elite in any branch of science, engineering, mathematics, or discipline established over man's history. But, over the years, we received a reputation for producing notions and insights that have the potential for great profit. All have not been that way; some have.

This reputation has been both a blessing and curse. For one, in a society where many are fueled more by money than a sense of brotherhood, community, and harmony, situations can become treacherous at times. This occurred in our lives with an unfortunate hospital room assignment on September 4, 1988 at well-known university in the states. Being a student-athlete, we had run passed our physical limits when driven by our position coach. This made us a liability for a team which lost a player in the previous year, as a result of medieval training practices. The sentiment of strength coaches was that athletes should train until muscular failure, and then let the muscle make a full recovery. This promoted the most rapid growth. Unfortunately, some muscles do recover when they fail. In defense of our head coach who was with us when we were checked in the university hospital, he was incredibly anxious when the nurse at the reception desk asked my age. He wrote my age as 71 instead of 17. After the fact, we heard that he only was facing a few months of probation regarding the negligence involved of the death of player who carried the number 73 before we inherited. He was part of a prestigious family who have had a large impact business, industry, and sports. Individuals in such families have extreme pressures upon them with which "average joes" cannot relate. Wealth often can be a greater burden than a "modest life".

Long-story short, we were placed in a ward for geriatric clients of this hospital. An irrational and frightened nurse, who was the only one duty, gave us the same dose of the medication which reportedly stopped Elvis' heart in the 1970s. This was before we were seen by a physician and while were perfectly calm and rational. She was basically tranquilizing us so we would sleep the entire night. Mishap after mishap on the following day after waking up, not remembering our name, and being given doses of this tranquilizer more than once, we experienced the type behavior which would be expected of anti-social delinquents at a private party. This includes having a DRE attempted by male nurse holding a hand-held video recorder while we were awake, yet, not aware of who we actually were, and waking up with a brunette nurse doing her best Annie Oakley impression under the camera in the observation room which the reception nurse assigned us when the coach wrote the age.

This is common dysfunction in human behavior among adults. Many among us have have suffered more than us. And, we do not relish pity parties.

Unfortunately, the medication was continued after this hospital stay and eventually forced when we would not take it. We have been actually apprehended by police officers for nothing more than not taking this medication first given at this hospital. Interestingly, the medical determination given for the player who died the year before we arrived sounded questionable.

As we recollect, the physician reported that his heart was 30% larger than "normal"; however, being a 280+ pound athlete, he likely was 40% larger than "normal". The official determination was a congenital disorder called an "enlarged heart".

The official diagnosis in our case was the reverse progression of a "death sentence" illness in behavioral health. The doctor stated that the disorder was the worse it could possible be and could eventually become its first precursor in some of his case notes during an office visit during the Spring of 1989, as we have been told. Initially, we were told that it was a case of "jitters" associated with the transition between one stable living place and another. The official term given was "mild anxiety". This condition affects about one quarter of the United States population each year. Sometimes, it occurs more than once.

Anyone ever have "test anxiety" before mid-terms or finals? Ever feel uncomfortable in an unfamiliar part of the city or in new workplace?

Do these "jitters" disappear when life's situations become different? The test has passed whether one has earned "high marks" or a "goose egg". One settles in and becomes an old pro at one's work tasks.

We were told that we would be "freed" from this medical treatment during our sophomore year after adjusting. It had been determined by a British researcher in the late 1970s that small doses (about one milligram) of the medication which was a factor in Elvis's death could treat jitters.

Another medication was available; however, the physician told us that it had long-term negative effects. This alternative was touted as wonder drug, but he was concerned that it might cause a permanent decline in cognitive functioning.

Unfortunately, larger doses of the medication which are used in treating the death sentence diagnosis which the doctor gave in his case notes during the office visit in the Spring 1989 produce extreme agitation and exacerbate anxiety.

Yet, he said during this Spring visit that making such a diagnosis hastily carried much liability. And, the it should be made after following a client for a couple of years.

Simply calling someone this could have a very negative affect on their life's outcomes. Worst of all, as said before, the larger doses of the medication induce agitation and exacerbate nervousness. So, they can result in a person losing his composure. This is only partially consistent with the "death sentence" diagnosis which only the invention of a Divine Power could possibly alleviate. Many individuals laugh at erratic behavior in other humans. Consider self-induced strange behavior such as intoxication from alcohol. Sadly, most of us, have found stories of such behavior entertaining at some time in our life. Yet, this "death sentence" condition has unbearable symptoms based upon medical literature. They include hearing vulgar, accusatory, insulting, and frightening commands, insults and such, plus seeing extremely frightening vision which are not real such as distortions in objects and persons around one. These are persistent experiences which do not relent.

This is not a cute or funny experience that one will laugh about many years later among old high-school friends. It is not the same as drinking a few more beers than one should, being wobbly, having slurred speech, and waking up beside someone does not seem as nearly beautiful as the night before. This diagnosis has traditionally been a sign of the deterioration of one's brain and one's five senses which hinge upon the proper function of the nervous system.

We all must remember, medicine has not always been as "advanced" as it is now. For many years, in behavioral health, this diagnosis was a catch all of "unexplained erratic behavior". During the current era, the new "catch all" describes a differing set of symptoms, most of which are not as horrible.

A true loss of one's senses or their control is not a laughing matter. And, if it is sincerely believed that someone has such a condition. They should not be the object of ridicule regardless of what type of unbelievable comments that they might make. Just smile and grin. Would a "kinder, gentler" nation not have mercy on such person, regardless of what they might say.

"Not having any sense" as the common country colloquialism connotes would suggest being impractical or foolish when one certainly knows better behavior and reasoning.

And, as I have learned in my life, humans have short memories. In that, during the 1970s, a substantial amount of news coverage described how many Americans had a "manufactured condition" that many specialist called this "death sentence" diagnosis. Yet, they produced this condition with how they treated the degree of anxiety which the person had, with over a quarter of the American population experiencing anxiety lasting over at least week each year.  This dishonesty among some physicians is not a new phenomena in medicine, and occurred over a century ago when certain medical professional would give their clients small doses of arsenic as medication. This would not kill them immediately, it would require regularly office visits which cost a fee, and they would not recover as long as they took what the physician gave. Find a quality library and look for a few reputable books covering medical history, it being full of bright spots and dark moments. Point being, that we were given a medication which was making our mild condition that could have subsided after a few month without intervention much worse. We were called something which gave us substantially less credibility than the individuals who placed the label on us.

This is something called "expert power" by psychologist, and individuals use power for differing reasons. Most frequently for reaching goals. If one's goal is wealth, then one might use the four forms of power, expert, referent, punitive, and reward, so one might obtain as much wealth as possible. It one has other goals, one would most likely use those forms of power for the furthering of them. Yet, most importantly, if one is wise, uniting with a Power greater than ourselves is an effective way of reaching the most important goals which life has for us. At least, this is what life has taught.

These forms of power have been a whirling torrent in a struggle for a basic existence facing unneeded medical care and other challenges. However, our challenges arising from the first day of college are extremely minor in comparison with some of the effects upon others arising from these experiences.

The most disturbing experiences arising from a local newscast which we saw in our locale during the first decade of this millennium. This first concerned the loss of life a young person named Amber. The second concerned the discovery of a Mead notebook as a clue in the case, which was more fuscia in color than the notebook which contained a number of ideas generated by the author that have arisen as products in the current era, a national broadcast on Fox News that we were wanted in connection with this death, and a final broadcast that her father was the actual person who was "guilty". This determination is questionable in my view. Men will be dishonest for a slice a bread as scriptures say. What might they do for promises of wealth, reward power? An old proverb states that if a man will lie, he will steal, and if he will steal, he will kill.

In this author's life, he has never killed or murdered anyone. He did, at the age of seven, inappropriately touch a female friend three years his junior. This was after a few years of abuse at the house of a babysitter. Sadly, being a person, who is not adept at misbehavior, he was caught by a camera without his knowledge. What is truly damaging about this, he was his mother's full height at the the age of eight. She is five foot seven inches or so. His friend was small for her age. This photo has resurfaced many times during his life. It is very damaging, although what is being done in the photo is not immediately apparent.

Also, another action which might have bought time in a juvenile detention center was an accident which occurred on a neighborhood playground with a female who was older, likely in senior high, but near his height. So, he could get her attention after being ignore, as preteens do, he hurled an asphalt hunk which should have landed a few feet past her and a few feet on her left-hand side as she chased a friend of hers. Her female friend unexpectedly changed direction. This broke her shoulder blade in four places. It was unintentional. Her father, who she claimed was a "klansman", and eventually one of his high-school football coaches has always been cordial. He never once made mention of how he expected that the situation would be resolved.

The only other offense which might have required me spending time confined or resulted in him permanently missing in the early days of integration was the inappropriate groping of a female in seventh grade. She stated that he would be bankrupted and someone else would receive everything that he had. She said that she part of a network with her mother being a project manager at local company that produces banking software. This fact might become critical in the future. These were the major offensives before the age of eighteen.

Post the freshman year at seventeen, the offenses are greater, but neither include murder. During an agitated state in the Fall of 1993, an incident of arson occurred. But, no one was injured accept the author who had flash burns on his hand. When placed in a hospital and treated, he was given a one milligram tablet of the medication which his first physician says treats anxiety well. He was calm in nearly an instant. He was then told that he should take the larger dosage of the medication which can induce agitation and exacerbate anxiety. He agitation increased exponentially. Yet, he was held in the hospital setting for a few days and heavily medicated with numerous injections of the tranquilizer which was partially liable his agitated state. Surmounting this barrier of medication placed in his life became quite challenging, in that, one's electrolytes can become unbalanced as the brain's neurotransmitter stabilize. One can use a medication called cogentin for addressing this. The author has also been told that electrolytic solutions such as sports drinks and vegetable purees with potassium, sodium, and etc. work well. So, another complication of simply discontinuing this class of medication, especially after prolonged use, is becoming "loopy". Agitation and loopiness, although unpleasant, are more like being in a drunken state. Dealing with the true symptoms of this "death sentence" diagnosis as described by "historical" medical journals is a condition of which one should not make jest. At least, not a mature adult.

Also, I should note that one should be on a very small maintenance dosage of this medication before discontinuing it, especially after taking for years. If someone is interested in freeing himself from the "Elvis killer", simply find a new physician and tell them that you are on a smaller dosage than your former physician provided. However, you must have some familiarity with your tolerance for the medication and tapering. Most specialists in this field never check previous medical records; most are furiously processing clients each day. One, every fifteen minutes or so, is spun in and out of a revolving door. I spent a year at a physician on a certain dosage. Found another and gave them an accurate history, including the mishaps in college. When they did not believe me, I lowered my dosage. Then, I found another and did exactly the same. I did this until I was on the dosage which has historically always allowed the best function. It is a level which could nearly be completely metabolized by an active student athlete in the course of a day's training and conditioning. However, I was given considerably more than this for most of my years in college, excluding the first successful full year, 1991-1992. Yet, my physician forced me back on the treatment using scare tactics, and, at that time, my thoughts were not on the events of the first day of my freshman year. So, I did not consider that I was completely whole.

If one is careful, one can reduce dosages gradually over a few months letting the "blood-levels" drop, while ingesting the electrolytes which will help balance neurotransmitters.

The author's next and last major incident was injuring a supervisor while on a software engineering team in the Spring of 1999. He made a full recovery. In fact, he was a manager for whom the author had worked at a few companies in differing roles during his college days. This injury was unintentional, the result of agitation arising from a mixture factors: completing a task budgeted for twelve weeks in approximately nine, being given the work of another team member which was also budgeted for the same time-span, meeting the deliverable date with a functional product accepted by the client albeit it of poor quality, receiving an injection of this agitation-inducing medication a week before the product delivery, a horrible, restless night before the incident, and the learning curve associated with a unique set of commands in the language which he was using.

Without giving numerous details, one of the few managers in this town who would hire the author consistently for work on his teams was injured in a random event. Yet, if anyone else on the team had suffered an injury, the author might have seen incarceration. What spared the author was the history between them both and some of the manager's relatives. This was a mixture of positive and negative experiences. One being, the author giving the manager's sister assistance when she was caught in a deep snow drift. Yet, some of the memories between them are difficult. While quite young, the author learned of some challenges which the manager's family had. He shared these with others. This might have disrupted the manager's family life at an early age. Also, siblings are often quite close. And, the author mentioned a very difficult challenge which one of the manager's sister had at time. We were all elementary age at that time. This resulted in an "insulting nickname" that lingered during her early years. The manager might have felt bitterness over this. He might have forgiven it.

With this said, these are his most egregious crimes.

Coincidences exist in life. Yet, one common thread which the author has found has arisen when he was younger and mentioned his father's income. While in elementary school, he asked his father, who was a senior manager at a local non-profit, what he earned. He was told that it was about fifteen percent shy of a classmate whose father was an engineer. He repeat this at some point when he spoke with a classmate. A child challenged him about something which the author said. Eventually, he approached the author with a unique handshake. The author had numerous difficulties until his father gave the child's family a thousand dollars.

While in middle school, the author committed the "lynch-able" offense of groping the "wrong" female. She claimed that she would have someone break him and give another person the proceeds since she was part of a network. Her mother was a project manager at a local banking software company who leased a corporate apartment below the author in the mid-1990s where a very crucial conversation was held. While a freshman in high-school, a particular character approached who knew the "offended" female plus the person who had promised his life's wealth and each extended a hand. This character who would trail me for most of high-school years gave that same "special-handshake" that he had experienced in elementary school. At some point, the author remembers being asked what his father's income was. This a professional managerial salary. The troubles were small at first, during senior high. Then, they grew.

But, a disturbing coincidence, which ties in with the young female who lost her life based upon local new reports, was a nicknamed, Amber, plus the associated surname which the author gave a high-school acquaintance whose hair was red.

The author wonders, if someone would harm another person this severely, so he might demand wealth from one and he might enrich others. What is more disturbing, is that some of these troubles occurred as a result of silly, immature, non-serious wagers and comments. A silly, senior-high school wager about the promiscuity of some of our female classmates, resulted in the author dating one or more redheaded females with a similar build. This person who used this "special-handshake" said the Booster Club for a college football supplied the funds for her or them in passing. This the author let enter one ear and pass out the other. At graduation, the author received numerous five dollar bills. It was only a five dollar bet, and the payout was a form a ridicule, since the author was still highly immature about certain carnal experiences.

In fact, he was razzed about something his neighbor's family heard when he was alone with one of the redheaded females in his bedroom with the window open. He barely breached the point of initial intercourse with a female who was not inexperienced yet not highly experienced, mentioned what he felt, and stopped immediately when tears welled up in her eyes. What sounded like the stereotypical "quick" completed first experience was quite misleading.

What troubles him the most is that he stated in the late 199Os when speaking with this character."Do you remember old Amber? You can kill it for me." "Killing it" was a slang term for the carnal act of intercourse used during his high-school days. The young school-aged Amber murdered after 2000 was of Afro-Euro heritage.

It was not until nearly 2001, that the author remembered experiencing this "handshake" while in second grade and the difficulties associated with it.

In the midst of the author's rather minor life struggles, a couple of other troubling events have occurred. The unfortunate loss of a classmate while in college. Based upon news reports, he saw her family unit. He has since seen them in hospital settings, and wondered if the local authorities have painted him as someone which they cannot prove is culprit; however they are confident based upon "evidence" that he should be placed in a restrictive setting. This simply was not the author.

The year this occurred was during the start of what would have been the second full year of college; however, the author's financial aid package was not finalized. So, he did visit the school briefly on the first day since he promised that he would pick up a pair of classmates at an airport between his hometown and the school. A vague memory exists of a young woman on the side of the road in a light brown Chevette being approached by three young men between the age of twenty and thirty with dark brown and black hair, light skin tones, between five foot five inches and five foot eight inches who were driving what his best recollection says was a blue or burgundy Caprice from about 1980-1981, the boxy style. After hearing the news reports, at that time, of the rape and murder, he told one of his parents about the cars which he saw, but he said that based upon this medical diagnosis, he would likely not be considered credible.

His parent might have called the police and given a report. Yet, he has seen the individuals which the news reported as her family in hospital settings, as said before, and once at a charity fund-raiser which packaged food for hungry families in his hometown. The author believes this woman was Jewish.

Also, while in the late 1990s, the author was in a den watching television with this hand-shocking character. A debate about politics simply raged on concerning the injustices which the business class perpetrates on the bulk of American citizens and how they divide the majority and minority groups using the promise of wealth which these underclasses rarely share a significant amount. Plus, it is always used for producing a stratified society.

At some point, the issue of an African-American president arose. The author who had done some brainstorming with a another person and realized that from his experiences, a person of mixed heritage who had a lighter complexion would have a greater chance at acceptance in American society. This had been the case with the first few African-American congressmen during the last few days of Jim Crow. Also, he had noticed in life that many American's family have some mixing between the larger groups in this country. We are built on friend and family networks.

He had seen a news report breaching this topic that suggested that a charismatic fellow with intricate blond curls and a very light complexion whose name might have been Ford Henry would be a likely candidate. This other person suggested a little known state senator who was well-known in Illinois for being a community organizer. This conversation occurred above a corporate apartment which a local banking software company holds. A company at which the author worked briefly. As, we all know sound travels downward. This a relatively interconnected city with many friend and family groups And, the "special-handshaker" has often bragged about having a family member with his surname in a significant position in city hall during the 1940 - 1960s.

 He shared this potential candidate with this "hand-shocking" debater. He scoffed and said that it would never happen. The author rebutted and said that many moderate voters who swing many elections would vote for an African American president if the Republican party sufficiently betrayed this country with an "unjust" war. Disgruntled Americans after Desert Storm in the early 1990s, which was rather quick and successful, helped put the Clintons in office. As usual, the author made a silly immature bet of five dollars.

He was never serious about any of these small wagers. Although, he felt that he might see such a leader in his lifetime. And, without sounding heartless and unfeeling, it was quite some time after seeing events unfold before his words in the late 1990s were rekindled in his mind. He also remembers overhearing a call which his father took from a person calling for the author. In this call, the author was promised anything he wanted for helping a business "network". This call came after the millennium. All that he heard was, if this Illinios state senator ever runs for president could he receive $100K. Knowing his father, who despises the notion of simply receiving payment for simply suggesting an idea, this likely was an attempt at wasting potential income for the author. Who called is a mystery. Yet, what happened cost lives and fortunes.

It became apparent that this  "special-handshakers" goal was getting the author in the same type of trouble in which he was at the outset of this acquaintanceship during his freshman year. The "handshaker" had bragged about certain exploits which would get him jail time. Also, he was rumored of holding a type of for-fee party which could earn everyone involved a year at minimum under state law. The response which the "special-handshaker" would give when asked about such situations was always, "How do you know? Did you attend the party?". And, most young folks who would attend were so frightened about the consequences, if they told, that they would simply keep silent. Plus, this "handshaker" was very competitive in terms financial success, educational accomplishment, and etc.

The final key part of what might have been the most horrible aspect of all of this is that after the house fire in the early 1990s an insurance company which has a reputation for neighborliness made the repairs. And, in the house was found, by a few of the family members, small devices resembling diamond earrings however larger. These were pinned in some of the corners near the ceiling. The author had seen these small black and white wireless cameras before. He figured that the insurance company had his former family unit under investigation for fraud. They mostly likely were hoping that they could recoup some loss.

And, the remote possibly that listening devices were present could have been possible, in that, he had often argued with this "special-handshaker" about the fact that klansman had terrorized a large portion of America long before foreign countries were any real terrorist threat. At some point, in the 1990s while pondering on his bed, after seeing a movie called the Fear of a Black Hat, and being fully aware of ethnophobic fears of many Americans, he thought that a group named after a Egyptian deity which was a threat would frighten White Americans enough that they would grasp the feeling instilled which one felt when terrorized by this foreign group.  Also, he was struggling with his life's issues during the mid-1990s and said while on bed, "i been so laden" which he slurred over and over again until the phrase sounded like, "Osama Bin Laden".

This state is primarily a "red" state. It is very republican, and a "little-known" fact which he learned while reading a Christianity Today around 2007 was that over thirty percent of the fighting force used waging the battle since 9/11/01 were mercenaries, blackwater. They were primarily of European descent. This does not immediately that they were klansmen, White supremacist.

Also, making an attempt at rectifying the situation, he offered this insurance company the "intellectual" property which he had in an idea notebook from middle school. One term which he might have written in it was the Arabic term for monkey which he found as part of a word history in an Old Webster's College dictionary which his grandmother had given him. This notebook also included some sketches and designs for different vehicles. It is not it uncommon that a youth in this era might create such sketches.

Another reason why he wonders if he might be under investigation is that when this "handshocker" was leading him places where angels dare tread, he would see a few faces which were not regulars. Some where memorable. Some of those faces resurfaced at a work location that the company for which he works services. Interestingly enough, one of the employees at this location appeared on a locale news broadcast in the mid-1990s. He was a detective and sergeant for the local force. Another was a person whom this "special-handshaker" introduced as a police officer in the 1990s. And, this police officer was on edge in this office place when the author was around. This "special-handshaker" often bragged of having friends on the local police force. And, as this most in this country knows, klansmen were a large part of law enforcement before the Civil Rights era.

The author remembers attending the "handshocker's" church shortly before attending college. The choir robes where large emerald green satin with an emblem of a crucifix with a flame in the middle inscribed in a circle. The author does not spend much time learning the symbols of klansmen, but this looked familiar. He was certain that these were klanrobes when he saw them with hoods one day laying in the master bedroom of the house in which the "special handshaker" lived near the millennium.

Also, at his current positions, he sees a number of familiar faces from his troubles over nearly three decades. Most of them are police officers and some are medical professional. The most worrisome event of the past few weeks were the heavy heart palpitations/convulsion felt after drinking the remains of juice in an open container kept near his locker. These were reminiscent of the sensations he felt while awaiting arraignment in the local police's holding cell after the incident with his manager when he was given his first meal. It has been reported that some men have suffered sudden coronaries while in these cells.

It would be rather unfortunate if a "silly, childish" grudge match and human greed resulted in this much mayhem on the Lord's earth. All of this destruction, so someone might teach the most outspoken student in class who can produce simple solutions for challenging problems that he does not understand all things nor certain aspects of life which others hold as common-sense. Truth be told, the author is not the least bit interested in mastering this "special-handshake" if it results in this much mayhem. Many lives have been lost on these shores and possibly others, Americans have lost retirement accounts, and quite possibly the fabric of the American communication and commerce network has been comprised. This resulting from the release of an optimization approach listed in these web-notes called the Miller-Kovarik which is potentially effective in factoring large integers. The was made public after the author told a physician that he was not in need of the treatment which was being forced on him and that he was holding information which "might be" disruptive based what he has been taught in his computing curriculum. He also that he was more than capable of working and surviving on his own. All that the author heard from the physician was that "my child can factor". This is a troubling epidemic among modern physicians. They simply will not do what they are taught in the first few pages of Cecil's Textbook of Medicine, a standard at many medical schools. If they cannot master the fundamental objectives in the first chapter of a book, will they ever truly master the more advanced subjects at the end of the first year? Will they do well in medical schools courses beyond this without academic dishonesty seeing that they lack a solid base of fundamentals.

Seeing that the author was challenged with a "put up or shut up" response, he held his tongue for nearly a decade more of medical mistreatment. This given optimization approach will potentially nullify the Diffie-Hillman's key exchange which is reported as an important part in computing security. This might comprise single factor and dual-factor authentication which should be more aptly coined as "single composite exchange" or "double composite exchange". If one can factor an arbitrary composite once, then one can factor any one which he is given. The saddest part of this is that the Miller-Kovarik approach was near completion in 1992 before establishment of the public portion of the Internet and the proliferation of electronic commerce. Furthermore, any form of Diophantine security protocol becomes fragile when one uses this optimization approach. Yet, medical physicians drove the author away from this college where he had his first successful year by over-medicating him. Seeing that the American military has it advantage not in its size, but its "unbreach-able" network used for communication when fighting in the air, land, and sea, it is the hope of the author that this attempt at simply surviving in this country and living a modest life did not result any fighter pilots fighting "blind".

Furthermore, the promise of security based upon "quantum entanglement" hinges upon the unsift-abiltiy of an enormous numbers of state combinations, and the rapid growth thereof. Yet, as we know, P=NP, this gives insight on managing this form of combinatorial explosion. The clique problem is one whose solution is accessible for elementary students. With this said, many doctoral dissertations are actually case studies. In particular, posing a set of problems which each require unique insights, then calling them heuristics of which the clique problem is one, and claiming that they are unsolvable so might motivate inquisitive students, test a few things.

First, it tests the knowledge of the traditional meaning of the word "heuristic" which is a academic exercise which is solvable, yet, requires experimentation and further investigation by one's students. This is a term which should be learned by every future teacher, and all serious students. It entered my vocabulary late in the author's computing education. Also, it tests whether a student will go above and beyond the routine of just "doing enough". Plus, whether a student is mature enough that he will not accept everything which he is told by another. We are all fallible.

Most importantly, a heuristic or related problem should not be used in any shape or form in computing security or military intelligence, a subject that the author knows very little about.

Forgive the extended web-note. It needs some refining and editing; however, the author cannot imagine why police officers which he has seen before in certain places are at each of his work locations, and the post office which he uses. It might be possible that three of four might have retired and taken simpler, safer positions. However, at least, thirty or so are at his early morning assignment.

At times, in life, one must simply say that if a person will not "learn" the vindictive lesson which one is insisted on teaching, simply call him an "idiot, stupid", or any stream of vulgar insults that one chooses, but do not put many lives and livelihoods at stake. Put your hands on him and him only! Physical war is foolish. The Art or War states this clearly. If any side loses a single citizen, that country has loss a priceless resource which it cannot replace. Unfortunately, some feel that they have an "enlighten view of wise sayings" when they read them backward. The age-old wisdom is that war should be avoided at all cost. The "enlightened" world leaders say, "we will send troops long before it is expected, and use an element of surprise". This when their lives are not stake.  

Many believe, everyone must give an account. This childish nonsense and vindictive "handshake" stemming from middle school might have reached beyond the shore of this country when it should have never gone passed the Principals office or juvenile court. This is petty. DAH, have enough yet. Need another $5K?