Ken’s Blog

One of the most maddening moments in software development is when something almost works. That is, it works about 95% of the time, but somewhere in there is a little gotcha.

It’s one thing if everything just breaks down and falls apart. At least then you know where you stand.

But when there is just one nagging little bug, you really have no idea. You might find it in the next five minutes, or it might end up lurking in there for years — or maybe forever.

Maybe it’s a metaphor.

I have started working with the wonderful Croquet software library. It lets me easily write a computer program that supports lots of people playing simultaneously in the same sandbox (things like multi-player games), without all of the fidgety extra programming that you usually need to do to support that.

I am having loads and loads of fun with it, and in my head I think of it as my shiny new toy, just like the toys I used to get when I was five years old. And that makes me very happy.

A colleague asked me how I was doing this morning. I think it was really a social reflex on his part. I’m pretty sure he didn’t want me to go into any sort of detail.

But in the moment, it occurred to me that “how are you doing” comes down, in essence, to a sort of pass / fail test. If you are here at all, alive on this planet, then you always have the possibility of doing well.

I told my colleague about these thoughts. “In essence,” I continued, “we are all trying to pass as long as possible, and to hold off that ultimate moment when we fail.” He agreed completely.

But then we realized that this is where the language breaks down. When you hear that somebody has passed, it means that they have actually failed.

I’ve noticed that TV shows fall on a spectrum of redemption. At the start of each series, the show runners seem to establish a clear point of “redeemability” for the characters. And that quality remains fairly consistent throughout the run.

For example, the characters on Seinfeld are completely incapable of self-improvement. Nobody ever seems to learn from their mistakes. The comedy comes from the endless loop of self-absorbed narcissism that the four main characters share.

At quite a different point in the spectrum is The Big Bang Theory. The characters are very flawed, it is true, but they are, for the most part, quite capable of growth and redemption. Even Sheldon.

Compare, for example, the final episodes of those two shows. Each is, in a sense, a summing up of everything that came before.

The punchline at the very last episode of Seinfeld is that these characters are completely hopeless, and utterly incapable of doing better. The message at the very last episode of The Big Bang Theory is precisely the opposite.

In both cases, we are not surprised. We have been prepared for years for those respective endings from the very beginning.

Of course this spectrum forms a continuum. Frasier, for example, seems to fall exactly in the middle.

Building on the comments from yesterday’s post, suppose they were to reissue The Rocky Horror Picture Show in the future, and add some as yet uninvented new technologies. We might get a very different experience of this beloved classic.

You might literally have the experience of Tim Curry and Richard O’Brien and Susan Sarandon and Meatloaf dancing in the aisles. You could even have your very own personal interaction with them.

Would this be a better experience than the original? Would it raise red flags, much as colorization did in its day?

Would we be subverting the intent of Richard O’Brien’s offbeat masterpiece? Or would he embrace this advance as being exactly in the spirit of the live show that he created first?

I guess we could ask him.

I went to the theater today. At one point, the actors all came down the aisles and encouraged the audience to dance. Everybody in the audience got up out of their seats and started dancing.

I couldn’t help but think to myself: This never happens at the movies.

I wrote a post 10 days ago in which I asked why we don’t celebrate a notable person’s death, rather than their birth. Today is a sort of answer to my question.

St. Patrick’s Day is a celebration not of the birth of St. Patrick, but of his death. According to tradition, St. Patrick dies on March 17, 461 AD.

I wonder how many other examples there are where we celebrate a death rather than a birth? The only one I can think of off hand is Good Friday.

If you go onto the Wikipedia to look something up, you can mouse over someone’s name, and their picture, if there is one, will show up. But when you do that you are not making any decisions.

If you really want to know more about that person, you need to click on their name, and then you will be taken to their page. Which means that you will be leaving the page you were on.

This is different from what happens when we interact with documents in real life. In the physical world, we can spread out papers on our desk. We can also take a book down from the shelf, leaf through it, and lie it down on the desk, keeping it open to a particular page.

At no point are we “leaving” the documents that we were looking at. They are still right there on the desk, remaining open to us, as available as ever.

This ability to see multiple documents is somewhat approximated by computer interfaces with multiple open windows. But on a computer screen we usually don’t have the flexibility to move continuously nearer or farther away from a document, the way we can with paper documents when we move our physical body about a real room.

I wonder whether the ability to go beyond the discrete “click” action will become more available as mixed reality improves. Ideally we should have the best of both worlds — the ability to instantly make connections and look things up afforded by computer interfaces, as well as the ability to continuously and simultaneously navigate between many open documents afforded by the real world.

The Ides of March comes the day after Pi day
Whether it falls on a Tuesday or Friday.
It was always this way and forever will be
Yet somehow it seems most peculiar to me
That a day of betrayal should follow so close
After one that is so very far from morose.
I wonder if Caesar, that day just begun
Took a moment to look to the glorious Sun.
Did he stop for a moment and ask himself why
As he gazed at that bright shining orb in the sky
The ratio formed by its rim to its height
Is always unchanging from morning till night?
For some laws are eternal, when Gods so decree
And try as we might we can’t change what will be
Or did he just think to himself “I am late!”
As he rushed to the Senate, and so met his fate?

I know it’s irrational, but I love Pi day. There is something about it that feels transcendent.

It seems like only yesterday that we celebrated the previous Pi day, and now we have come full circle.

Everyone in my social sphere loves it too, and probably everyone within a mile radius. Let’s all celebrate by having some pie.