2006-02-18

My Four Things

Ross Mayfield describes the Four Things meme - hey, this is fun!

Four Jobs I've Had:

  • Waitress
  • Programmer in the Coroner's office
  • English teacher
  • Professor for Media and Computing

Four Movies I can Watch Over and Over

Four TV Shows I Love to Watch

  • Tagesschau
  • Tatort
  • Mythbusters
  • I don't watch enough TV to have four!

Four Places I've Been on Vacation

  • Tunesia
  • Iceland
  • Mexico
  • Gran Canaria

Four Favorite Dishes

  • Macaroni & Cheese
  • Prawn Chop Suey
  • Chicken & Dumplings
  • Cheese Fondue

Four Places I'd Rather Be

  • My cabin in the South of Sweden
  • Anywhere in Kiel, Germany
  • The beach in Puttgarden, Germany in Summer
  • Outside in the garden in the SUN

Four Bloggers I'm Tagging

  • Hmm. Don't know many bloggers. This strand of the meme dies here

2006-02-17

Shapes of Things to Come

I attended a conference organized by Wolfgang Coy these past few days called the "Shapes of Things to Come". It was an interdisciplinary conference, I had the distinct impression of being forced to learn philosophy, history, business, law and some far out compting fields such as ubiquitous computing in just 3 days.

My mind is spinning.

I could probably write a blog entry on each of these concepts, but here are just some reminders for myself:

  • Roman coins can be seen as a communication medium
  • I've finally understood Metcalfe's law
  • The Finance Minstry in Germany is planning on introducing a tax number for German citizens sometime very soon
  • The concept of free speech, Parrhesia, needs translating into German
  • Infosphere is a new buzzword
  • There are lots of cool computing stuff that is wearable: wearcam.org, Twiddler, FrogPad, QBIC
  • I want to have a Logitech Anoto Pen. Now please.
  • Kristóf Nyíri introduced me to Dunbar numbers and the philosophy of Skype.
  • Herbert Hrachovec applies Hegel to the Wikipedia, getting some wonderful stuff out: Wikipedia is a "minimal gesteuerte dialogisch-dynamische Textproduktion mit offenem Ausgang" (a minimally guided dialog-oriented, open-ended, dynamic production method for text) and a "Seitensprung des Weltgeistes" (love affair of the universal spirit)
  • Geert Lovink surfed a bit for us, showing us some Web 2.0 stuff: Listible, Netvibes, 43places, Writely and so on. RememberTheMilk appears to be for the guys. The audience expects a critical theorie of blogging from him, any day now.
  • Software Patents are bad (I knew that already)
  • Sony and its rootkit DRM are evil (ditto)
I need some sleep to try and assimilate all this. Or to quote the Hegel talk: "(M)eine Gedanken entwickeln sich systematisch durch Ablehnung, Transposition und Konservierung anderer Gedanken".

2006-02-12

Das Parfüm

I was chatting with my Mediendidaktik course students about the meaning of multimedia and had gotten to the topic of the sense of smell. Is it possible or even useful to incorporate smell into a learning situation? I'm sure there are lab courses in chemistry or biology that teach students the difference between the smell of one thing or the other, but we can't faithfully reproduce that. Can we even define smells in some sort of Cartesian space such as the RGB space for defining some colors? Chat was over, everyone disappeared, and I still wanted to talk about smell.

One of my faithful Skype correspondants was online and perfectly willing to talk with me about transmitting smell over the Internet. We looked at various silly and crazy suggestions that have been made before and companies that actually tried to produce something and went broke. You can send smell in the mail with Scratch 'n Sniff, but over the Internet? What would be the R and the B and the G of smell? I was postulating roses, lemon and old, used sports socks (or skunk, which is pretty much the same thing).

He noted that there was a book about this, "Das Parfüm" by Patrick Süsskind. Oh yeah, I remember, we bought that a few years ago. Must bring this to the top of my reading list, I go and get it. My husband is extremely pedantic and writes the date he reads a book on the flyleaf. It says "Nov. 1987", the year we bought the dishwasher. "Few" = 19 ......

So I was shamed into reading right away, and fascinated by the book. Such a strange story, this description of a person who can discern smells. And discouraging - with all of the different essences he describes in just the perfumes that are made in the book, I realize that making a smell apparatus will not be trivial at all. The book plods along nicely, describing Paris of the 1700's so clearly that I begin to actually smell it (so he does manage to induce a smell transfer!). A sudden jolt happens when the first girl is murdered. The book returns to the story and nothing really happens about the murder. Grenouille, the murderer, spends years enjoying his memory of the girl's fragrance, but irritatingly enough, there is no punishment, no remorse.

Grenouille snaps out of his 7-year-hermitage and continues on to Grasse, where we learn how different essences are produced. Yuck - it does make sense and appears to work, but when I spray on my perfume in the morning I don't like the thought of the molecules having been worked through fat, I have this fantasy of them being somehow cleanly collected from the morning dew on fragrant petals.... another illusion dashed. And suddenly, he kills a dog. And now I know what is coming, but I can't stop reading. You now know what will happen, and it does happen, but it is strange all the same. I can't quite see how he gets to the perfume that so bedazzles his punishers - he was in prison from the time he was captured, wasn't he? Did someone bring him the bottle? Did I miss something, as I was reading so fast to get it over with?

The final scene back in Paris is horrible, I just brush it, it gives me shivers down the spine. I close the book, well past midnight, and try to get to sleep, awakening during the night at every sound.

A great book, really!

Book and Movie Reviews

I'm going to pretend I am a famous book and movie critic and keep track of all my book reviews here.

Books


Movies
Plays

Other topical lists:
Home Girl - Didaktics - Plagiarism - Wiki - Observations - 'Puter Stuff

2006-02-04

You are not a valued customer!

The dishwasher died. It was a very old dishwasher - I even still have the bill: 1987. Good old Bosch, it just works. But it had gotten very choosy about how dirty the dishes were that it was willing to clean. And then it just got so old and tired, and would quit halfway through. I could pump out the water, but there was soap on all the dishes, so they all had to be done by hand. And a teenager produces a *lot* of dirty dishes during the day, despite drinking directly from the bottles...

It being the end of the semester I had no time to trudge through the shops, and I do not have time to install it myself. I want to pay someone who knows what they are doing to throw out the old one and install the new. Quelle offers this service, and since we have been customers at Quelle for the past 30 years or so, we checked the catalogue. There was a nice one, so we went on-line. Of course, that one wasn't available, but there was a great deal: all the important bits (I don't need the gadgets, but Aquastop and A/A/A and a timer are vital) and on sale for only 550 Euros. Online they said that it was available.

But I don't trust computers, so I called to place the order. Yes, it is available. It will take about 10 days for the company who will install it to come, but I was not willing to spend 100 Euros extra just for express delivery. So we ordered, and I went back to the end-of-semester work.

Four days later the teenager remarks that someone from Quelle had called. No, he had not written down any names or numbers, if it is important they will surely call back. I don't believe that, so I call the Quelle number. The operator can just see that the order is in the process of being filled, and it will take about 10 days until it is delivered because they don't actually have one in the warehouse but they will be delivered soon. But she connects me to the service center, maybe they can tell me why someone called.

The guy at the "service" number speaks with a broad northern German accent. I ask why I was called and when I can expect delivery, as I had understood that the dishwasher was deliverable and not on back order. The guy turns surly and says that errors can happen, that's only human. I remark that I expect a computer-based on-line ordering system to be able to know if there are any items actually in the warehouse or not. At least the person taking my order should have up-to-date information.

He starts in on me, letting me know in no uncertain terms that he thinks that I have no reason to complain. I think that I do, and note that I have been a customer for many, many years. He hollers that Quelle does not need customers like me. I think I might have misheard him and ask him to repeat that. Last I heard Quelle was struggling financially..... Yes, Quelle does not need customers like me that complain. I thank him with as much sarcasm as I can muster and slam down the phone. Not only is "service" a foreign notion in Germany, it seems like there is an anti-service movement going on. We should be so happy as customers that companies are willing to do business with us.

An hour later a guy from Quelle calls. He says he knows nothing about my call, but wanted to let me know that they can't actually deliver and he offers me an alternative. Seems that they have a collection of warehouses, and there is actually one of the dishwashers in Stuttgart. But they don't ship items between warehouses, and he does not have one in Oranienburg and will not be getting any more in. So the computer was right - there is one available, just not for me. I note that I was logged in, the computer knows my address and should probably be able to guess that Berlin is not covered by the Stuttgart delivery center. He apologizes for the silly call-center guy and is very nice about everything.

But I am mad, and there is no other dishwasher with these characteristics in that price range. I can pay 200 Euros more and get what I want.... But I am too principled to do that. So we went to Karstadt down the street and bought one - paid 50 Euros more, and Karstadt belongs to the same global company as Quelle, but it's the principle of the thing. Attitudes like the ones at the Quelle service center need to be punished. And Karstadt offered to deliver and install it in two days, but I had no time to be at home. How about Saturday? No problem.

And here we are - it is Saturday, two pleasant guys are standing outside our door at 9am with a new dishwasher. They get to work and are done in 45 minutes. It gleams. It shines. It washes. It better hold out for another 19 years. I don't relish having to deal with purchasing another one before then.

2006-01-07

Delicious Bagels

Took my teenager and his girlfriend to go see Wallace & Gromit, what a laugh with all the Dr. Jeykell & Mr. Hyde and King Kong references. We went out to have bagels at Salomon Bagels in the Arkaden at Potsdamer Platz to kill time before the movie started.

My pumpkin seed bagel with cream cheese and guacamole was delicious (his sounded revolting - Nutella, jam and cheese on a sesame seed bagel, but the *German* lady made it for him with a smile for just a slight extra cost), but as I sat there eating it, it struck me that this whole area was completely Americanized. Multiplex theater, Dunkin' Donuts, Starbucks, Soloman's, a shopping mall, skyscrapers - pretty much the only German thing was that we took public transport to get here. Here the Germans are railing against the "foreign cultures" (read Islamic culture) that are invading Germany, but they left the porch door open and invited in all sorts of American "culture". Where did Germany go? No, I really don't want women wearing dirndls to wander about, dancing polkas to an umpahpah band. But how did Modern Germany end up looking so much like the US?

Der Schwarm

Finished! I started the German best-seller the middle of November when I was sick. 960+ pages looked just the treat when you are forced to stay in bed... althought the paperback was so unwieldly to hold that it was hard to read. Anyway, I started in.

And kept on reading bit by bit, and hit halfway, when the book disappeared. I had been toting it everywhere with me in a little blue bag, and the bag was nowhere to be found. The week before Christmas I ransacked the house - no blue bag. I retraced my steps from the week before, asking everyone if they had seen my little blue bag. No one had seen it. In desperation - the Christmas vacation was looming - I ran to Nicolaische Buchhandlung on the morning we were leaving for Sweden and bought another copy!

I throughly enjoyed it, although it was kind of strange, reading about the tsunami on Dec. 26, the anniversary of the real tsunami in Thailand and Indonesia. The author, Frank Schätzing, really managed to describe it accurately! I loved the scientific details, although towards the end he seemed to be repeating himself and I just skimmed the stuff, anxious to see if the guy and the gal would survive and get each other!

Day before yesterday at handball practice one of the women asked, if I had left a blue bag at the Christmas party.... (see Julklapp 2005). Seems with all the nice stuff we were drinking and all of my bags full of crap, I forgot to take the blue bag with me. The bag will be returned to me next week, so then I will have two, I shall hand on both, because I *loved* it. Finished it this evening, even if I am sad that my favorite character got killed, a fate that happened to rather a lot of folks in the book. If they ever film this, it will be rated X, not for sex (not really much in the book, just a whiff here and there) but for all the death and violence.

Anyway. Seems Schätzing published a book on an airplane flying into a skyscraper in 2000 and this book on a tsunami in 2003. He won't tell what he is writing on now.... They say that the English translation is almost done - a must read, even if there are 960 pages!