magicdragon2 ([info]magicdragon2) wrote,
@ 2005-10-29 11:30:00
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What I've Been Up To, as of October 2005
There are blogs where I've strained the blogmasters' patience with overenthusiastic postings, yet after I've severely cut back on blog-addiction, some have actually asked "What's become of JVP?"

The main thing that's kept me busy, although I still am without full-time employment, is the death of my
father, at age 82, of cancer. There's a thread about this, further down on this LJ. I'm the eldest of his 5 children, so I've been deeply involved in complications of wrapping up legal, financial, personal, and correspondence details. Since he was a rather influential book editor and publisher, of literary trade books (such as by Winston Churchill and Pearl S. Buck) and genre books (Science Fiction, Mystery, Sports & Entertainment), I've had to write obituaries for various writers' groups and the like. I also attended Intersection, the World Science Fiction Convention in August, which this year was in Glasgow, Scotland, next year will be in L.A., and 2007 will be in Yokohama. I was on one panel at Intersection, and then blocked from others by defamation from a panelist plus assault and battery by a high-ranking con staffer. I'd rather not air this dirty laundry in public.

I've written 100+ pages of "Complexity in the Paradox of Simplicity". This book of Mathematical Philosophy begins with a comprehensive review of the literature on Occam's razor, and concludes with some very recent, obscure, counterintuitive works of mathematical information theory which shed new light on, for instance, the long-lost Hilbert's 24th problem (about shortest possible proofs). The essence of the paradox is, given a range of differences in the definitions, usages, and justifications for simplicity (in the senses of ontological parsimony and quantitative parsimony), by what meta-criteria can one select the "simplest version of simplest?"

I also sold a screenplay, for a low-budget short feature about murder at a science fiction convention, entitled "FIAWOL" (an acronym for Fandom Is A Way Of Life), with coauthor Joel Davis. This should give him and me $10,000 (the Hollywood agent is trying to ink the oral deal) by about June 2006, and get me a step closer to membership in Writers Guild of America West.

I've been networking heavily through grad school alumni (U.Mass./Amherst) and high school alumni (Stuyvesant High School, New York) for job leads, and am preparing a 3rd round of tenure-track professorship applications. I also hang out at Caltech, where I got my first 2 degrees.

I've continued my hyperproductivity in Math, still averaging 2 "publications" per day in reputable online
edited websites. For example, I rank #5 among the most prolific contributors through 168 contributions out of a total of 6779 Prime Curios by 703 submitters contributing. Plus I've gotten one more coauthored paper in a normal Math journal:
Noe, T. D. and Post, J. V. "Primes in Fibonacci n-step and Lucas n-Step Sequences." J. Integer Seq. 8, Article
05.4.4, 2005.
I am approaching 600 web pages edited and published on the On-Line Encyclopedia of Integer Sequences." I have now published more about semiprimes than anyone else alive.

My wife is till working more than full-time as a Physics professor at Woodbury University; my
16-year-old son is in his senior year at Cal State University at Los Angeles, double majoring in Computer Science and Applied Math. My wife and son and I are writing a book-length collection of science fiction short stories entitled "Oh, And Another Thing About the Universe, and Other Stories." One story is about my high school, for example, entitled "Fast Times at Stuyvesant High." This school, in fact, was the first high school in the world to have its own cyclotron (1956). So what if that had thrown some teenagers into an alternate world where Nazis were winning WW II, having continued the V-2 program to the 2-stage transatlantic A-10, with a nuclear warhead?

Life goes on.



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[info]merlinpole
2005-11-01 06:43 am UTC (link)
What was the strange thing the dog did in the b/l/o/g night?
The dog did nothing, that was strange.

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Blogging in the night
[info]magicdragon2
2005-11-01 04:04 pm UTC (link)
My life is MUCH more complicated than this thread indicates. However...

The comment is correct. The strange thing that I did, which provoked the bloggers on one particular and outstanding blog, was not appear for a few months, after previously posting several times a day.

This was a blog where my over-enthusiastic postings had once gotten me banned for a fortnight's cooling off period. The blogmaster suggested that I get my own blog, which was the reason that I established this LJ. But this blog subsequently blocked my submissions, and the blogmaster never replied to any of my emails.

If it is a software glitch, or an accidental banning, then there is something to be done, but not by me.

So, although I miss the conversation there, and sometimes lurk, I am not the type to crash a party where I'm not invited.

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Re: Blogging in the night
[info]magicdragon2
2005-11-02 06:37 pm UTC (link)
“Is there any other point to which you would wish to draw my attention?”

“To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time.”

“The dog did nothing in the night-time.”

“That was the curious incident,” remarked Sherlock Holmes.

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Re: Blogging in the night
(Anonymous)
2005-11-08 11:43 pm UTC (link)
"My life is MUCH more complicated than this thread indicates. However..."

And here I was, about to answer that post with a comment about how I've always admired hyperproductive people, being only able to produce at best a couple of pages for a day's hard work, when I read THAT...
Wow ! Fiercely interesting it must be indeed.

Good to see things seems to be entering lower turbulations mode for the time being, at least.

"Complexity in the Paradox of Simplicity" seems promissing, by the way.
The simplest version of simplest is when you've actually gotten rid of any communication interface to express that very idea you wish to express.
It takes a lifetime of work to do so, and then only people having spent their lifetime at work trying to understand you will.

I'm feeling that naughty desire of writing a proper false buddhist parable rising right now.

PS:About last time's dream... guess I had the proportions slightly wrong.

MD²

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Stuyvesant, plumbing, car, tax; Re: Blogging in the night
[info]magicdragon2
2005-11-09 12:21 am UTC (link)
The story "Fast Times at Stuyvesant High" is now over 15,000 words long, novella length heading for novelette (17,500), and I still haven't quite transported the teenagers from New York City in World 1 to World 2 (NaziWorld). It is true in our universe that Lisa Randall and Brian Greene, two of the most famous physicists in the world (5-dimensional gravity in the first case and superstrings in the second) were actually classmates in the Stuyvesant class of 1980.

Turbulation never seems to die down. Right now I have simultaneous plumbing (leak from upstairs bathroom down through dining room ceiling light fixture), dead car battery, and tax crises (I have the canceled check to show that I paid for a recent year, yet the tax man is still threatening to slap a lien on the house). So I write, in part, to keep the illusion of control. Although I know that the universe is really chaotic and intertwingled. About which you channel Buddha to say ... what?

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Re: Stuyvesant, plumbing, car, tax; Re: Blogging in the night
(Anonymous)
2005-11-15 10:28 am UTC (link)
Sorry, writing output had been highjacked by a short piece on the current rioting events in France, and by the time I got back to the false buddha parable, what I wished to tell and, most importantly, how I wished to tell it had been lost to me.
I still remember it being something of a goofy mix between the flower transmission, the proof of the existence of a bucket of water, the inability to dig a hole in wall just looking at it and a last one that won't come back. When/if that last one does come back, I think I'll be able to pull the text off.

Just came back from Making Light, seems your name have been mentioned a couple of times in the lastest Open Thread, people wondering how you could stay out of a math argument...
I was about to post about your situation, then thought that, maybe it would be considered inappropriate, and if there's fire, I'd rather not try to put it out with gasoline.
But maybe I can try to contact the masters of the place, to at least get a clear answer ? After all, if, as you say, you never received answers to your communication attempts, maybe it's only a technical problem (I remember reading recently they had troubles with comments/messages not comming though, so maybe it is/was just that).

MD²

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Re: Stuyvesant, plumbing, car, tax; Re: Blogging in the night
[info]magicdragon2
2005-11-15 08:27 pm UTC (link)
The existence proof of the bucket of water does not quench one's thirst.

The New York Times, in their copious coverage of the crisis in France, paraphrases the snide joke: "France is divided into two factions: those who complain, and those who complain about those who complain."

National Public Radio reports that the hooded sweatshirt and baggy pants clothing style of rioters in France shows kinship with gangsta rappers and the frustrated disaffiliated teenagers of any major city.

I lurk at Making Light (one of the greatest blogs) and appreciated Teresa saying that primes are catnip to mathematicians. I appreciated those who wondered why I didn't enter the thread, and I admit that I was tempted. But I am tired of the system claiming (correctly or not) that I am blacklisted.

Feel free to ask the blogmaster/blogmistress dynamic duo, if you like. I was tempted to second the motion of Teresa that folks check out Prime Curios, where you may note that I am #5 (with 168.00 contributions) of 6780 Prime Curios by 703 submitters.

Also, I recommend that those interested go to The On-Line Encyclopedia of Integer Sequences and do a search on the word "prime" for many fascinating things (many by me); or to Eric W. Weisstein. "Prime Number." From MathWorld--A Wolfram Web Resource.

It would douse the fire with magnesium dust to mention that I was blocked from all but my first panel at Intersection (Glasgow Worldcon 2005) by a panelist who is a Making Light regular and husband of a Making Light regular, and a senior staffer who is also a Making Light regular (she committed what in the USA is criminal Assault and Battery on me, and subsequently admitted it). Said panelist then defamed me severely at the NASFIC in Seattle, in front of numerous puzzled witnesses (I was not there).

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Re: Stuyvesant, plumbing, car, tax; Re: Blogging in the night
(Anonymous)
2005-12-30 02:59 pm UTC (link)
"The existence proof of the bucket of water does not quench one's thirst."

But can still be refreshing.

Long time no post,seems you've been busy yourself.
Was just coming to wish you happy festive period, and tell it may be a technical problem with Making Light, as I haven't received a response myself after a good month.

I guess most of the papers misunderstood the rioting in France, even french papers refused to see what was specific of french histoy in these, prefering to duck and leave the real problem un-named.

Hum... not going back there for now.

Merry celebrations for you if any. Have as good a time as you can any way.

MD²

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Re: Stuyvesant, plumbing, car, tax; Re: Blogging in the night
[info]magicdragon2
2005-12-30 06:37 pm UTC (link)
Sure, I'd be happy to post no and again at Making Light, not to excess, if it's just a technical problem, as I dreamed (a couple of weeks ago) that Teresa told me. Shifting from dreamworld to "reality"...

Once I was at a supermarket cash register in Pasadena, with a full basket, wearing my college jacket. The cashier said:

"I see that you're at Caltech. This is the '10 items or less' line. Are you an English major who can't count, or a Math major who can't spell?"

By the way, this is the first year since 1959 when Christmas coincides with the first day of Hanukkah. So ... 1921, 1959, 2005, 2024, ..." is an integer sequence, but I'm not sure when the algorithms for these lunar/solar events were established, since the Gregorian calendar started. Those of Greek, Russian, and Armenian orthodoxy celebrate Christmas at different dates than 25 December. Also spelled Chanukah.

So goes the joke among American Jews, who know very well that Hanukkah arrives on the same date every year: the 25th of Kislev.

1921 = 17 x 113
1959 = 3 x 653 (653 permutes 365)
2005 = 5 x 401
2024 = 2^3 x 11 x 23

Dates courtesy of a very helpful online tool at www.hebcal.com, where users can generate a calendar of Jewish holidays for any secular year from 0001 to 9999. So... what are the ones before 1921 and after 2024?

There are surely some Judeo-Christian prime curios in there someplace what with the prime 13 lunar months and that calendar shifting 11 days each 365-day solar year.

And Happy Holidays to you and yours!

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My car totalled by City Manager/City Attorney
[info]magicdragon2
2006-02-04 09:08 am UTC (link)
My son was going to turn 17 in less than 12 hours. I'd had the Camry totally repainted metallic flake green; it looked better than new. I parked on California Boulevard, where it runs through the Caltech campus, and ran in to the Math department for a while. When I got back, I found the car totaled, rear-ended at maybe 50 or 60 mph, accordioned, windshields shattered. Took almost 3 days to get the police report. 81-year-old had blasted through stop signs, red lights, done major damage to 3 cars, mine the worst. Had hypoglycemic shock, caused (he admitted) because he took the medication without an accompanying meal. Eyewitness followed him as he made an illegal U-turn, ran some more red lights and stop signs. She stayed until the Pasadena Police Department arrived.

They asked about the accident. "What accident?" he asked. "I don't remember any accident." Cops pointed out the 1-inch gash on his forehead, 1/2 inch on a cheek, the split lip, all bleeding profusely. "Did I hit a pole?" he asked.

On the 5th trip to the police station, I brought my wife, as she technically owns the car, to demand they press criminal charges (hit-and-run). They refused. I investigated. Turns out he's the City Manager and also the City Attorney of a nearby city. And I thought nobody was above the law. Guess Bush-ism is catching. And I guess that I wasn't paranoid enough.

[this is also posted on Charles Stross's "Charlie's Diary", thread = "Big Brother"
Jonathan Vos Post 54
02-04-2006 04:03 AM ET (US)

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Re: My car totalled by City Manager/City Attorney
[info]magicdragon2
2006-02-04 09:09 am UTC (link)
Forgot to say: I was going to give the car to my son in a few hours.

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Fast Times at Stuyvesant High, Chapter 2 (1st half)
[info]magicdragon2
2006-03-03 07:16 pm UTC (link)
Fast Times at Stuyvesant High
Jonathan Vos Post
2 Nov 2005
Chapter 2


Down the steps, taste of bacon and eggs in my mouth,
out onto the sidewalk, and onwards to school. It was
Thursday, time for my secret Cyclotron Club meeting,
so I had my copy of John J. Livingood's "Principles of
Cyclic Particle Accelerators" in the book bag, along
with the usual French and Calculus and Beowulf, and
the homeworks from last night. Livingood. Yeah, I
was living good, alright.

Stuyvesant High School was at 345 East 15th Street, in
Manhattan. To get there from my apartment at 62
Montague Street, built in 1888 as a luxury hotel –
"The first skyscraper in Brooklyn" -- in historic
Brooklyn Heights, I walked East on Montague Street,
away from Montague Terrace where W. H. Auden and
Gypsy Rose Lee had lived, away from Pierrepont Place,
and the Promenade, the fish and diesel oil wind at my
back. Past the mom & pop grocery store owned by Leo
G. Springer – I could not help but imagine a lion
springing, claws out – past Hicks Street and the
Bossert Hotel where the Brooklyn Dodgers used to hang
out, swigging whiskey and telling dirty jokes, past
Henry Street, and Clinton Street to the Court
Street-Borough Hall station.

This Court Street-Borough Hall station serves the
Brooklyn Heights and Brooklyn Civic Center areas.
Sudden scatter of gray pigeons; crowds rising from and
descending to the underworld. This station, unusually
deep underground, is the first station on the BMT
Fourth Avenue Line, which has two tracks here. There
is a single center platform. There was the smell of
wino vomit, birdshit, old newspapers, boiled hotdogs
and sauerkraut.

The western (Manhattan-wards) end of the station is
serviced by elevators leading to the Clinton Street
entry. At the eastern end, there are banks of
escalators leading to the Court Street entry, where
you could transfer to the West Side IRT Borough Hall
station and the East Side IRT Borough Hall station.
Most people, however, find it more convenient to
transfer between the Fourth Avenue line and the IRT at
the BMT Pacific Street-IRT Atlantic Avenue stations.
Borough Hall, which opened 15 April 1919, is a
two-level station, located at Cadman Plaza West and
Montague Street, with two platforms, each on the south
(railroad west) side of the track. Northbound trains
are on the upper level, and southbound trains are on
the lower level, now boasting (after my time) a
handicapped accessible passageway from both to the
northbound side station on the Joralemon Street
Tunnel.

I hoisted my book bag, to more easily get to my
pockets for the subway token. On the wall was a large
mosaic with the words "Borough Hall" and a picture of
Borough Hall. It had been City Hall back when Brooklyn
was its own city, before merging into New York City.
I'd dig a token out of my pocket, or buy some at the
cage. The token had been born of technical necessity
and became a New York City icon. My folks used to say,
of something worthless, "That and a dime'll get you a
ride on the subway."

When the new Transit Authority raised the fare from a
dime to 15 cents, turnstiles could not register two
different coins. So 48 million dime-sized brass tokens
were minted and went on sale 25 July 1953, not long
before my 2nd birthday. In 1958, the TA began
promoting token vending machines. In 1970 the small
Y-cut series was replaced by a slightly larger
duplicate. Then came the solid brass series with the Y
but no cutout (1980), the bull's-eye (1986) and the
"five-borough" with a five-sided cutout (1995).
Commemorative tokens honored the subway's Golden
Jubilee (75th year) in 1979 and the Archer Avenue
subway in 1988. Then they abandoned the tokens, now
collectibles, and filling linty pockets of memory.
Token, turnstile, catch the 4, 5, or 6 train under the
East River and Northwards in Manhattan to the 14th
Street Union Square Station. If the weather was nice,
I'd walk East to 1st Avenue, otherwise I'd switch to
the L train past 3rd Avenue to 1st Avenue.

[continued on next blog posting]

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Fast Times at Stuyvesant High, Chapter 2 (2nd half)
[info]magicdragon2
2006-03-03 07:19 pm UTC (link)
I dozed as the subway train roared through the
under-river tunnel, knowing from experience that I'd
awaken in time for my stop. The steel wheels
screetched against the rails like a screaming dragon,
and echoed into labyrinthine caverns.

I woke, and clambered out into leafy sunshine at Union
Square. This park, meeting place, and outdoor shopping
area was the focus of a bustling residential
neighborhood. Its name, "Union," originally meant the
union of two cross streets -- Broadway and 4th Avenue --
but took on a new meaning in the 19th and early 20th
centuries when it became a rallying spot for labor
protests and mass demonstrations. Sure enough, just
beyond the striped-parasol Sarbrett's hotdog cart
(savory smell of onions, relish, mustard, pretzels,
and knishes) was a bearded guy standing on a wooden
box, preaching some mutant Christian anticapitalist
rant.

Part of the Brevoort farm in the 18th century, Union
Square was designated as a park in 1815 and laid out
in 1831. It opened in 1839 and was enjoyed by
prominent local families like the Roosevelts and
Goelets. Aristocratic houses were later replaced by
restaurants, shops, theaters and concert halls.
During the later part of the century, 14th Street
became the midpoint of Ladies' Mile, a promenade of
fashionable stores that spanned from Broadway & 8th
Street to 23rd Street, but by 1900, Madison Square had
taken over as the center for commerce and art.

I was excited about the Cyclotron Club meeting. Lee
was going to report on the consolidation of all the
devices that measured fundamental physical constants,
into one unified digital system. That would speed up
the research immeasurably. It was like a teenagers'
Manhattan project, the vast covert subatomic Physics
consortium that had evolved since 1956 when Stuyvesant
became the first high school in the world with its own
atom smasher. A generation of graduates had returned
as teachers, and -- unknown to the administration of
the school, let alone the mundane world -- leaders of
the quest.

Needle trade workers subsequently moved into Union
Square during the early years of the 20th century,
when many homes became tenements, housing laborers and
the occasional artist. During the 1930s, various
radical, progressive and labor groups set up
headquarters there, such as the Socialist Party,
Communist Party, American Civil Liberties Union,
Amalgamated Clothing Workers of America, and
International Ladies Garment Workers Union. Honoring
its political roots, the square is full of statues of
former politicians: George Washington (1856, by Henry
Kirke Brown), Abraham Lincoln (1866, by Henry Kirke
Brown), the Marquis de Lafayette (1875, by Frederic
Auguste Bartholdi, who also sculpted the Statue of
Liberty), and Ghandi (1986, by Kantilal B. Patel).
"Hey there, Georgie boy; how they hangin' Abe; Marquis,
baby!" I said, grinning into the sunlight, past willow,
elm and chestnut trees; sniffing the scent of roses and
lilacs, and herbaceous borders.

And here I was at Stuyvesant. Designed by
Superintendent of School Buildings C.B.J.
Snyder in a Beaux-Arts style, with distinctive
classically-inspired and Secessionist detail, the
five-story, H-plan building was organized around light
courts at the sides. The main facade on East 15th
Street, clad in tan brick and limestone, was dominated
by a pedimented entrance pavilion, flanked by three
bays of windows on each side, while the East 16th
Street facade, of red brick above a limestone base,
had more restrained ornamental detail.

Up the 15th Street steps I strode, bookbag in one
hand, brief whiff of donuts and coffee from the shop
next door, the stink of sweaty students, linoleum,
benzene and sulfur from Chem lab, and the clang of the
bell. Class was about to start. And then the
Cyclotron Club. I could hardly wait.

=== end Chapter 2 ===

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