Saturday, June 30, 2012

Minima


Lonely Road




Below is some temperature data for ten days before and after June 20, which I
got from the Environment Canada site. I asked for Montreal Trudeau Airport,
and shown are max, min and average temperatures. I limited myself to back 12 years.
June 20 is, for Canada, the longest sunlit day; if sun exposure were the only component
of temperature, one would expect temperature patterns on either side to even out. 
This is true to some exent but temperature is also directional; one is re-heating yesterday’s 
warm air, air moves around and so forth. I should be able to make some
statements from the data but- as everyone knows - climate as such is quite a complex issue 
and my little data set is more fun than anything else.
Still, data is data. If it won’t allow me to comment on climate, it does give me information
 about what to wear and eat for breakfast. In this spirit, I would like to do a little study.
My task for today: getting my data into Mathematica. Um....





Friday, June 29, 2012

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Friday, June 22, 2012

SICK

It’s been irking me for years: this cool-talk habit of contraries, saying that
something one finds amusing is ‘sick’ or ‘depraved’. As someone who has studied
in philosophy, I have been taught to keep language clean; it is, with mathematics, a
tool of reason to access and communicate truth. Well my long tolerance for this
border-line practice has caught up with me. I am faced with something I consider sick,
but ‘sick’ won’t do it.
The film «Hangover 2», summer Hollywood fare purportedly comedic is actually, in
my professional opinion, over the top. Or rather in the category of snuff films. This is
verboten, Hollywood; not allowed. The film is complacent about self-mutilation. A
sixteen-year old cuts off a finger during a coke-fueled evening with older men. 
And smiles about it the next day. 
As a grey-haired person, I am actually quite fond of the Hangover boys who periodically
trip-over into Bacchanal behavior as each faces marriage and seeks to begin with a clear soul.
 H-2 actually contains a brilliant scene, wherein the chubby member remembers the night 
before with himself and his cronies as children. That’s fine film-making. 
But the problem remains that there is no way I can recommend this film to a younger
person - and at this point, they are legion - without caveats, recommendations, interpretations, 
all doomed to be ignored as this kind of elder’s behaviour quite rightly
deserves. «Le texte est orphelin», the film must speak for itself, and sadly it is in this
case a purveyor of a dangerous untruth.
The Magnotta case looms in the horizon, here in Canada. I shudder to think...




Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Monday, June 11, 2012

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Saturday, June 2, 2012