Stats

My father told me he was worried about me buying a bike, especially something with a giant 650cc engine. I said, 650 is small these days. He said, mine was 500cc, and I imagine they’ve got a lot more power out of them in the intervening fifty years or so. I said, sure, but they also have emissions controls and better handling and brakes.

So I finally got around to looking up the stats to see if my bike is dangerously overpowered compared to the one my dad used to ride. The best equivalent I could find for his 1958 Matchless competition single was the a 1988 replica, which pulls about 34 HP. Megan’s bike, the LS 650 (“Savage” or “Boulevard S40” depending on the year) does about the same, although at lower RPM, which I think means it has more of the “low-end torque” everyone goes on about.

My Suzuki SV650 is indeed comparatively overpowered, at 70 HP. That sounds about right– it’s certainly perky when I want to zip around something. But I can still feel comfortable saying that it’s not completely insane, compared to others. After all, Annete’s friend Erick just got a Yamaha YZF-R1, which has a liter engine and a breathtaking 172 horsepower.

Actual Ironies Discussed For the First Time On This Blog Here Now

The Bush administration’s war on science continues with marijuana. I think that marijuana, birth control– especially the “morning after” or “Plan B” variety, and the political opposition to the new HPV vaccines are all of a piece. They all come from the standard puritan fear that someone, somewhere, might be having fun.

Let cancer-stricken people stop vomiting? Not if some of them might also get high! Stop unwanted pregnancies and abortions? Not if it allows people to have sex without feeling guilty! Vaccinate against an STD that also causes cancer? Not if people can have sex without fear of death!

There are several ironies here. The first is the more commonly observed: teaching young people about birth control prevents abortion more effectively than the right’s current plan of telling them just to avoid screwing like teenagers. The second is parallel: if you prevent cervical cancer by using the HPV vaccine, you’ll prevent some of the need for medical marijuana. The third is that, as my father pointed out to me, we don’t even know if abstinence is really effective or not, since it’s never really been implemented in any systematic way (fortunately for those of us who enjoy having been born or having offspring).

Beautiful Sunlight

The sun today was enough to make me want to go out and take pictures. However, I didn’t get around to doing that. Or much else, for that matter.

So instead, here is a picture I took the other day using Bookdwarf’s new MacBook Pro and the “PhotoBooth” application with the bulge effect:

It sort of reminds me of the movies Delicatessen and Spirited Away. Yeah, sure, it’s creepy-looking, but also quizzical.

Marketing writing

It helps to have a sense of humor about marketing writing. For example, Lagunitas Brewing Company has the following written on their promotional beer coasters: “This unique lovely and dlightful adult style beverage can be used directly from the glass to remove stubborn grease stains and it also dobules as a refreshing dessert topping! Any intentional misuse of this product or concentratino and inhaling (“huffing”) of its vapors is dangerous and can lead to permanent health effects.”

I can’t seem to find video of the classic Saturday Night Live commercial about Shimmer, the floor wax/dessert topping, but you get the idea. Brilliant marketing aimed at people staring into their beers in bars.

It’s a shame I don’t actually like India Pale Ale.

Everything’s Coming Up Millhouse!

Sunday I went to dinner at the lovely home of the lovely Vieve and there was ham, and Bookdwarf made pie. And yesterday for both breakfast and lunch I had ham and pie. I also ran four miles, so I felt that I deserved it.

The work search is humming nicely, and I hope to leave the rolls of the unemployed before the start of May.

Everybody loves a parade of wolves

I can’t stop listening to Wolf Parade. Specifically the one that goes:

I’ll build a house inside of you
I’ll go in through the mouth
I’ll draw three figures on your heart
One of them will be me as a boy and one of them will be me,
and one of them will be me watching you run
watching you run into the high noon sun
watching you run farther than guns will go
You are a runner with a stolen voice
You are a runner and I am my father’s son.

I think the song is about the decision to honorably stay abd face one’s fate, or flee it.

Acronyms Gone Wrong

I had hoped that Boston WTF would be about transport gaffes, confusing local customs, and so forth. Just like The Daily WTF is all about stupid crap done in the name of software development.

But WTF stands for Web Technology Forum, and it’s all about Boston-area web startups and their cool technologies. Kind of a letdown but also worth reading in its own way.