Productive illusions

It turns out that taking one day off is not enough, after an event as crazy and exhausting as the SIGGRAPH conference.

So I am taking a second day off to fully recharge my batteries.

I tell myself this will make me incredibly productive in the days and weeks that follow.

This may just be just an illusion. But then again, isn’t all of computer graphics an illusion?

Crosstown elephants go West

Many years ago I happened to be coming home from a long evening of computer graphics production work. I was crossing Park Ave near 34th St at around 3am when I saw, to my surprise, that people had picnic tables set up, as though they were waiting for a show to start.

So I stuck around to see what would happen. After about ten minutes there came a parade of elephants, slowly making their way across town.

I realized that the circus must be in town, and that the elephants, who had probably come off a boat at the East River, were heading to Madison Square Garden. That is not a sight you would ever see today.

They were traveling in size order, from largest to smallest, each elephant’s trunk holding onto the tail of the elephant in front of them. At the very end of the procession was the cutest little baby elephant.

After about ten minutes the entire herd had crossed Park Avenue, and the show was over. Everyone started to pack up and fold their picnic tables, and we all headed home.

The parade was now a memory.

Fate

I ran into a person I had been hoping for months to meet, but didn’t think I would be able to.

It was as though fate at decided to step in and say “Okay, he’s waited long enough, give him a break.”

I am not exactly sure how all of that works. But thanks fate! 🙂

When things go unexpectedly right

Usually when I give a talk, something goes wrong. The nature of what goes wrong can very widely.

Sometimes I forget to include something. Other times I try to do live coding and I just screw it up.

Then there are the times when I realize, only after I am in front of a live audience, that there is something wrong in the content of my talk itself. Of course by then it is too late to do anything about it.

The good thing about something going wrong during a talk is that it gives me work to do. As soon as the talk ends, I realize that there is something I need to fix, and I get right down to work proceeding to fix it.

Today I gave a talk at the ACM/SIGGRAPH conference, and nothing went wrong. It all went just great, in every way, from start to finish.

So now I have no idea what I’m supposed to work on next.

Spain won

Today’s first day of the SIGGRAPH computer graphics conference coincided with the World Cup final. I saw an attendee wearing a world cup shirt.

Trying to think of something relevant to day about the games, I said “No matter who wins today, the winner will be a Spanish speaking country.”

With a look of complete distain he replied “If it’s Argentina, then they will barely be speaking Spanish.” I realized in that moment which team he was rooting for.

Later in the day I saw the same man again. He looked very happy, and I and congratulated him. He said “I hope nobody minds that I missed a few sessions today.”

“I don’t think anyone will mind,” I said sympathetically. “After all, there are priorities.”

Originalist casting

Some online commenters have been objecting to the casting decisions in the newest film adaptation of The Odyssey. I guess, like our current Supreme Court, they are originalists.

So I am sure they were just as horrified at the various Hollywood film adaptations of Romeo and Juliet. William Shakespeare was very clear about casting for that play.

As originalists, I am sure those online commenters would be as appalled as the playwright to see Juliet being played by a woman.

The underlying message

I imagine most people were confused by the president’s address last night. It was weird, disjointed, and filled with false statements and vitriol. In fact, it was, on the face of it, the furthest thing from a “presidential address” that one could imagine.

But if you dig beneath all of that, the underlying message was clear. I will try to summarize what he was really trying to say:

“Look folks, I’m an 80 year old man. My physical health is fading, and as you can plainly tell, so are my mental faculties. I wouldn’t survive in prison, any more than my buddy you-know-who would have.

“So I’m asking you, begging you really. Please drop this whole ‘free and fair elections’ nonsense. I need to stay in power as long as I can — ideally until I kick the bucket. The alternative is simply unthinkable.”

The man is clearly at wits end, and asking for our pity. Doesn’t that just tug at your heart strings?