Reflections on the first year

A year ago this month, I decided to start a blog. My motivation was multi-faceted. I wanted to comment on science, especially physics and astronomy, but also other topics. I wanted a forum for the content that I never seem to able to work into my lectures and classes. And I wanted to write again. Ink is in my blood.

So, here I am, 12 months and more than 220 posts later. According to my Site Meter, I have had more than 4000 visits since mid-2006, when I installed it. Before I had to disable WPShortStat, it reported that I had had more than twice that many since January 2006. Someone, even if it’s only the Googlebot, must be reading me. I have risen slowly in the ecosystem of TTLB, so other blogs are actually linking to me. People leave comments.

So, while I am nowhere near the popularity of a PZ Myers, and while this blog has made me absolutely zero income, I have had some manner of success with it. I enjoy doing it, and wish I could devote more time to it. Writing is hard work — this I already knew — and it’s also time-consuming. How some of these bloggers manage to churn out so much copy each day amazes me.

In a way, this effort was a birthday present to myself. I started it just 10 days before my 50th birthday, and in a few short hours I will be starting another half-century on this Earth. With luck and perseverance, perhaps I’ll still be here blogging in ’57. Wish me luck!

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iPods are cool, but so was my first portable music device

Today’s favorite personal music device is the iPod, an engineering marvel that has made Apple a ton of money. Back in the day, though, the wonder device was the pocket transistor radio.

My father ran a TV-radio repair business, and for my 6th birthday (not sure really) I got a Toshiba transistor radio, similar to the one pictured here.toshiva deep-V

To a six-year-old, this item was The Coolest Thing, since I could now listen to the radio — my radio — pretty much wherever I liked. The design of the unit was futuristic (well, for 1962, anyway) and even now has a certain retro appeal. It was simple to operate. A dial to turn it on and adjust the volume. Another to tune it. The tuning dial had only the first digit of the AM frequencies, using a “font” strikingly similar to that used in my father’s ’51 Hudson’s speedometer and clock dials. Pinpointing any particular frequency was an art, requiring patience and a steady hand, but in the NYC area, signal strength was seldom an issue.

With the radio came a leather cover and an earphone. The earphone was too big for my child-sized ear, so I never used it. I’m not sure how long I had this radio, or how long I used it. Eventually, FM radio became more appealing, but I never acquired an FM set with the same size and panache of the Toshiba.

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Those annoying mental itches that have to be scratched

TomTom, the global positioning system (GPS) retailer, has been running these cute TV ads lately, featuring driver and passengers unsuccessfully navigating their way around, accompanied by a catchy, syncopated musical refrain: “boomp-boomp-boomp-boomp-de-
boomp-boomp-boomp-boomp-de-” etc.

And hearing that music was driving me nuts, because I know I had heard it before, somewhere, but I couldn’t remember when or where or how or who.

It reminded me of Henry Mancini’s “Baby Elephant Walk” from the 1962 movie Hatari!, but the TomTom sample has a completely different feel — definitely not a Mancini work. Yet I had heard it before. It was just so familiar, but dammit, I couldn’t remember the title, composer, or original venue.

Enter that wonderful mental backscratcher, Google. I tried off and on for three days to locate anything informative about the TomTom music, with little success. Choosing the right search terms for Internet searching is after all partly an art, partly a science and partly a crapshoot.

After trying different combinations of search terms like, TomTom, commercial, music, composer, ad, and TV, I finally struck gold with this combination: “tomtom composer tv ad.” The third hit, a Wikipedia entry, provided the salient fact that TomTom’s ad agency had artfully selected and sampled Albert Ketèlbey’s “In a Persian Market” (composed in 1920) for the commercial.

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New science carnival, second edition

For lovers of the physical sciences — and isn’t that everyone? — the latest edition of the latest science blog carnival, Philosophia Naturalis, is at Nonoscience. Check it out.

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Why Facebook is better than MySpace

So, if I have a MySpace page, it seems only natural that I join the Facebook crowd, too. And in just a short few days, I have concluded all on my own that Facebook is light years ahead of MySpace in terms of form and function.

Form: None of the MySpace DIY webpage formatting that creates graphic abominations. True, Facebook pages are boringly identical in layout, but you CAN READ THEM! SInce they are easily read and navigated, it seems to be a lot easier to find people and for them to find you in Facebook than MySpace.

Function: Aside from the clear navigational aids, I was most impressed by Facebook’s “import a blog” feature, which I immediately enabled on my page there. It’s not a particularly complex feature, so I wonder why MySpace can’t do it, too. Blogs have feeds (RSS, Atom, etc.), so you give Facebook your feed URL and you get to post in two places at once. Result: wider audience and more traffic to your site (perhaps).

That being said, I feel like somewhat of an interloper on both sites. The vast majority of Facebook and MySpace users are less than half my age! So I definitely stand out in those friends lists. (Actually, on MySpace, Sir Sean Connery is standing in for me. ) Then there is the fact that many of my students use either or both sites, which is probably kind of weird from both our perspectives. People tend to be remarkably frank on these sites, so I see a side of my students (and former students) that I don’t usually see at school. My own sites are kind of bare right now, so the sharing is a tad lopsided. Give me some time, kids!

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The end is near! Watch for receding coastlines, icicles in hell!

Yes, dear readers, ’tis true. I have joined the MySpace generation, after months of excoriating it as a graphic trainwreck and web navigation disaster. I have a modest, graphically simple (thank you) MySpace page at http://www.myspace.com/wheatdogg. Why? Because, like nature, I abhor a vacuum.

Some months ago, while writing about Brittany McComb, the Nevada valedictorian whose overly Christian message alarmed school officials, I tried to contact her. McComb’s only presence on the internet was her MySpace page, and you cannot contact a MySpacer without having a MySpace account yourself. She never replied to my questions, but there I was, stuck with a MySpace page with nothing on it. Rather than request the sitemasters to delete it, I decided to use it as a way to direct people to this, my real blog.

In short order, I joined a couple of groups, including that of the high school where I teach. Before long, students got wind of it. Most were amazed, or at least amused, but I overheard one say to a friend that I was still using the default MySpace layout. Youch! My wounded web developer pride forced me to explore more tasteful (read, less busy and confusing) MySpace layouts. The examples I have seen (some used by my students, in fact) are worse than the default, with backgrounds that hurt your eyes, color schemes that make it hard to read the text, and layouts that spill off the screen. In other words, they suck!

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Nevada teen says she agreed to edited speech, but regretted it later

Brittany McComb, the Henderson, Nevada, valedictorian whose graduation address was censored by school officials, told the Los Angeles Times that she agreed to school officials’ editing of her speech only because she felt intimidated by them.

She and her parents attempted to forestall the editing out of McComb’s religious references, but could not contact lawyers to seek a solution, she said. Her parents were out of town, so she gave in when a school official insisted that she not deviate from the edited speech.

Instead, McComb gave her original address, resulting in school officials pulling the plug on her microphone in the middle of the valedictory. She has since filed a discrimination suit in federal districty court, alleging her rights of free speech and equal protection under the law were infringed, and asking for $1 in damages.

The conservative legal organization, the Rutherford Institute, is representing McComb in her suit.

In her interview with LA Times reporter Richard Abowitz, McComb comes off as an idealistic young woman who wanted to resist what she saw as censorship of her valedictory, but who lacked the resolve to stand up to school officials on her own.

Yes. The actual situation was that the my assistant principal confronted me in the hallway and demanded to know what I was going to do. My parents were out of town. We still had not contacted the lawyer. Everything was chaotic, and I was like “What am I going to do?” I had no idea. So I had to say something and I was at my wits end. I was very intimidated. So I kind-of said, “yes” and I regret it. I wish I had stood up right then for myself.

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