I still owe everyone an interview with the google maps api + satelite tracking + private buisness opt-in +small buisness + vector analysis insanity.

Yet, even more interesting things have gone unnoticed, by moi.

At the Community-Wide Experiment on the Critical Assessment of Techniques for Protein Structure Prediction 2008 conference a 13 year old boy produced the most valuable prediction or model, and he produced his model by playing a massive multiplayer online puzzle game.

From 1998 to 2008 the most important predictions were generated by a genetic algorithm which used the spare clock cycles from a distributed computing network , rosetta@home.

For alost 90 years big labratories have been the providence of Scientific Reaserch, where serious men do serious buisness.

Now using “play” as a motivator hook, allowing game users to cooperate and form dynamic social structures and then compete with similar nontraditional moieties, some research on the edge of transhumanity has used human behavior to prove that once again, humans are the far superior machine than computers. We’re even better at parsing complex mathematical models. We just still have no idea why.

4chan web hackers crushed Time magazine.

The Executive Summary

A group of completely autonomous, mostly young, mostly male, people  — who’s only connection to each other is a message board — investigated, identified exploitable weaknesses, developed code and implemented a simple programing solution to ensure that there choice won the Times Person of the Year award.

This isn’t a secret cabal of underage super hackers, it’s a wide sample of persons with knowledge and information technology skills who congregate on a message bored to share funny pictures, humiliate each other and poke fun of the broader will. Much like a political action committee but without Roberts rules of order, money or a crippling lack of vision.

These impromptu action groups of people with complementary skill sets, a desire to effect some external quantifiable goal are the subject of much if Vernor Vinge’s fiction. This is crowd sourcing, when every bit of information you need to change the world can be rumaged up in almost any random collection of 100 people or so the future is exciting.

Yesterday I went across the street for a beer while I was waiting on a play to start. I ran into a retired navy submariner who’s contemplating working for a local boat shop. According to the tar said local boat shop runs an opt-in global satellite tracking system for ocean going vessels, piggy backing information from gps trackers displayed on google freaking maps. Open source code, leveraging 15 year old military technology to provide vector analysis of ocean traffic to a select client base out of a city of 30,000 people. Licensed as a service this is the very bleeding edge of information technology and global information awareness. Welcome to the future, welcome to yesterday.

I’ll get more information tomorrow, mebe do an interview.

It was a nice day.

That is all.

I must admit after going for a hard run and timed bike ride my desire to wax on pateronizingly is low.

Please enjoy these somewhat dark music videos instead.

From Germany, with love.

So I wanted to post something long and convoluted about eviloutionary startegies, the out of date notion of adaptation towards perfection, evolutionary dominance and other such foolishness.

Instead I’ve been posting nothing. Mebe later.

Have n anteater instead.

Also I’ve been spending quite a lot of time running, biking and climbing rocks. This pleases me.

I should be cooking lentils right now, but honestly I’ve had kind of a day.

Happy me forever day at work, full of politics and sideways apologies.

A afternoon of forearm pain and suffering joy. Great day for the rock wall, good bouldering, a failed attempt and exhaustion. Then another short slow run, and I biked for time again and got noticeably faster and farther.

I feel like I should cook quite the meal, instead I’ll have an apple and some tuna fish — Protein yay! — and listen to Carla Bruni till I forget it all.

God Protect me from Beautiful Women.

and after that little death I’ll ask for just a minute more.

The above curtosey of A Softer World.

Short slow runs, long bike rides and lots of rock climbing have left me feeling pretty good about the new summer.

I just bought a pair of rock climbing shoes so now would traditionally be the time I stop rock climbing.

Wish me luck.

Mr Anteater, why can’t I quit you?

Seriously, what do kittens have on anteaters?

A long bike ride yesterday interrupted by deer, today a short run.

I wish I was on the climbing wall already.

What can I say? I am easily entertained.

The above trailer reminds me of the early writings of Frank Herbert, Especially Destination Void.

In just a couple of hours I’ll be climbing up a rock wall.

It’s been a pretty good day.

Also this is he-lari-ous