Personal: April 2006 Archive Page

--Polka, Polka, Polka -- and More (Jerz's Literacy Weblog)

Some family photos, mostly from my parents' recent visit.

I have written about how traditional chess engines are constructed and about how they go about figuring out what moves to make. I have speculated on how Rybka, a new and powerful chess engine is constructed. I have written a software specification for a new way to estimate the value of a chess position, or a new "evaluation function".

My task now is to convince everyone that my speculation is sound. Although I lack time, I am slowly starting to create software to test these ideas. I suspect that someone else will have some code togther to experiment before I will, but nevertheless it is worth a try to see if these ideas have any merit.

It would sound like a good project for a grad student or someone who has time to give it a try. --John Jerz --RandomVisitor (chessgames.com)

My big brother has been blogging on chessgames.com under the name "RandomVisitor." He just recently revealed his identity there.

My son, who's eight, can already whip my butt in chess if I don't pay close, close attention. Until recently he has been too willing to sacrifice his queen for little gain, and after he does that I can often win. But not always. At any rate, he's far better than I am at openings and the endgame, because those are easy to practice on a computer.

Every so often, after he beats me, he asks, "Am I ready to beat Uncle John yet?"

I tell him, "Keep practicing."

This week I am going to ask you to participate in a media fast for TV Turn-Off Week, as part of the Media Fasting Reflection due on May 3.

If you give up TV, but watch DVDs on your computer, are you really making any progress? If you turn off the TV, but turn up your iPod, are you really taking control of the technology that defines our lives?

Confession time:

While we don't have cable TV, we do have a fairly big library of kid videos. Sometimes I'll put on a video for them and sit on the couch with my laptop, answering e-mail, despamming my blog, marking a paper, or fiddling with my digital camera. If the movie ends and I'm not finished, I'll get them interested in the bloopers or deleted scenes. So my desire to spend time on the internet leads directly to their exposure to more TV.

I've tried to address that by creating "the book game," which involves Peter (8) picking out a book, Carolyn (4) picking out a book, and me picking out a book. Peter and Carolyn will sit on the couch, and Peter will read all the books to Carolyn. Yes, on one level this is very good, but I'm conscious that I use "the book game" when I want to see what's happening on the blogosphere.

I also sometimes use "the book game" to avoid playing with my daughter's Barbie. So while naturally as an English teacher and a parent I'm going to say that books are good, here I'm turning to media -- books -- when my daughter is asking me for one-on-one attention. (It's not the idea of playing dolls with my daughter that bothers me. Why, the other day I was playing with my daughter's pony castle, and I made an army of insect peasants rise up in rebellion against their pony overlords. They fought an epic battle, and our leaders -- a horned beetle and Pinky Pie (tm) agreed to settle this dispute in single combat, then had a tea party, had a bath together, and took a nap. But Barbie just kind of lies there staring up at me.) --Dennis G. Jerz --Introduction to Media Fasting (Introduction to Literary Study)

Veteran commander John Young and his rookie pilot Robert Crippen faced a lot of uncertainties April 12, 1981, as they waited for the space shuttle Columbia to lift off from Florida's Kennedy Space Flight Center. --STS-1: 'A test pilot's dream': Columbia astronaut recalls first shuttle flight on 25th anniversary (CNN)

When my class was watching the launch live on TV in the classroom, and the countdown approached zero, my "friend" came up behind me and put his hands over my eyes.

He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. --Robert Frost --Birches (Bartleby)

When I was five my family moved from the world of sidewalks and fenced-in backyards to an underdeveloped area where, at night in the winter when all the leaves were down, you couldn't see the lights from any neighboring houses. We had a gravel driveway that led up from an unpaved, very bumpy road that had no official speed limit. The shoulders of the road were very high, so that the road really ran in a kind of a trough, and I could play in the woods and climb up the trees and watch the cars go zooming by, far beneath me.

I have no idea if it was a birch, but one tree in particular had long, smooth limbs that stretched out over the road.

I'm stunned as I think back on it, but I did sometimes climb out across the road and ride a tree limb down to the ground. There really weren't all that many cars on the road, but the shoulders were little cliffs, that loom in my memory two or three times my height. I picture them as 20 feet high, but I was shorter then, so maybe they were only about 12 feet.

I loved the freedom that this image suggests.

It was great to be a kid when I had that much space to move around in. My son doesn't have that kind of freedom. We do have a nice backyard and friends in the neighborhood. In a pro-videogames article, ""Complete Freedom of Movement: Video Games as Gendered Play Spaces" Henry Jenkins writes,

My son, Henry, now 16, has never had a backyard. He has grown up in various apartment complexes, surrounded by asphalt parking lots with, perhaps, a small grass buffer from the street. Children were prohibited by apartment policy from playing on the grass or from racing their tricycles in the basements or from doing much of anything else that might make noise, annoy the non-childbearing population, cause damage to the facilities, or put themselves at risk. There was, usually, a city park some blocks away which we could go on outings a few times a week and where we could watch him play. Henry could claim no physical space as his own, except his toy-strewn room, and he rarely got outside earshot. Once or twice, when I became exasperated by my son's constant presence around the house, I would forget all this and tell him he should go outside and play. He would look at me with confusion and ask "Where?"

But, he did have video games...

Not quite the same thing as dangling by a tree branch over the road, but serving much the same desire to explore and to take risks.

My Students Impressed Me Today (Jerz's Literacy Weblog)

In my "Intro to Literary Study" class, I assigned Arthur Miller's recent play, Resurrection Blues. At the beginning of the class term, I told my students that it wouldn't be in the bookstore yet because Amazon.com said the book wouldn't be published until early February, just a few weeks after classes started.

When the book did arrive, I let them know it was in the bookstore. Because I know that the bookstore returns unsold copies shortly after midterms, I warned them in early March to pick up their books, or to order them online.

A week ago, I reminded them that the next book we were going to cover was the one that arrived in the bookstore late, and I asked who had already picked up a copy. Only one student's hand went up.

Then, the other day, one of the other students stopped me in the cafeteria and said, "The bookstore already returned that book, and there are about nine of us who don't have copies."

I tried to be pleasant, but I didn't say, "Oh, that's too bad, we'll have to reorganize the syllabus to account for your lack of planning."

This morning, fully expecting most of the students to show up unprepared, I collected their 200-word reflection papers (which is something I usually don't do, though I warned them at the beginning of the term that I might do it sometimes), and announced that I was reorganizing the syllabus.

I didn't go on to say "to account for your lack of planning," but that was only because I was sure it didn't need to be said. I was tsk-tsking at them and pointing out how I kind and magnanimous I was, since I wasn't giving them a pop quiz to slam their grades, that really affected the beginning of the class. But then I looked more closely, and saw that at least three students had copies of the book on their desks, and it turned out that most of the other students had managed to borrow whatever copies were available.

While a few students still weren't prepared, enough of them were that we could have had a decent discussion. I told them that I had come to class all prepared to be crabby and disappointed, and that I was sorry I had underestimated their responsibility.

Also known as yupster (yuppie + hipster), yindie (yuppie + indie), and alterna-yuppie. Our preferred term, grup, is taken from an episode of Star Trek (keep reading) in which Captain Kirk et al. land on a planet of children who rule the world, with no adults in sight. The kids call Kirk and the crew “grups,” which they eventually figure out is a contraction of “grown-ups.” It turns out that all the grown-ups had died from a virus that greatly slows the aging process and kills anybody who grows up.

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“You have to have a little bit of Dora the Explorer in your life,” he says. “But you can do what you can to mute its influence.” Okay. “And there’s no shame, when your kid’s watching a show, and you don’t like it, in telling him it sucks.” Yeah! There’s no—wait. What? “If you start telling him it sucks, maybe he might develop an aesthetic.” Sorry, son. No more Thomas the Tank Engine for you. Thomas sucks. Stop crying. Daddy’s helping you develop an aesthetic. Now Daddy’s going to go put on some thunder music. --Up With Grups -- The Ascendant Breed of Grown-Ups Who are Redefining Adulthood (New York Mag.com)

Despite the retro-cool Star Trek reference, this essay is so absolutely not me. From the plastic lawn furniture in my study basement, the dining room table that's been home to a race car playset since I put it together three Christmases ago, to the inflatable ball pit in my living room (occupying the space vacated by the Christmas tree) to the Hello Kitty dollhouse on the coffee table, I am so not a Grup.

When I play Neverwinter Nights or The Elder Scrolls, my character -- usually a battle mage or a paladin -- is always "DaddyMan."

The article describes a pop-cult manufacturers fantasy world in which the arrival of children doesn't change people's lifestyle, or, more importantly, their spending habits.

My favorite music at home is my son's Suzuki practice CD. I really dig those "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" variations. But then again, I never was much into popular music.

And fashion? Fashion, my aunt fanny pack.