Who are you, Hugh?

Several days ago, on May 24th I left work and headed home, on my usual path which takes me right through the center of Kalamazoo. I drive down East Michigan Ave headed east towards Eastwood, towards Kalamazoo Township where my home is. I’ve taken this path countless times and on a lark I had the roof of my car wide open and I was stopped at the light where East Michigan and Edwards Streets meet, waiting for the signal to turn. While I was waiting in traffic I idly looked up through the roof and I noticed a building, 275 East Michigan Ave. It was a plain building, tan with red highlights and I didn’t think anything of it until I noticed something unusual about it:

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Wha? Hugh J. McHugh 1885. He was someone important as his name was etched into the façade, on a nameplate of all things. This started me thinking. I knew that there were several notable McHugh’s, they had migrated to Chicago and I had a hunch that that family started MCHUGH construction which has been a part of several roadway projects in the city of Chicago. Just the idea that there might be someone with my last name in Kalamazoo isn’t really a huge surprise. Is he a relation of mine, other than his last name? I don’t know. But I did some research on him anyways and added him to my MCHUGH tree on Ancestry.com just for shits and giggles. He’s just an island at the moment as I can’t connect him to anyone in my family tree at all, at least not yet.

This is what I know of Hugh. He was 45 years old in 1880, he was in the US Federal Census in 1880 in Kalamazoo Michigan. He worked as a stone mason and later on he was appointed or elected to “Alderman” in Kalamazoo. I don’t know if the aldermen were elected or appointed.  He was also the subject of a Michigan Supreme Court decision, thanks to some documents I found at UMICH online. Something about a law in 1885 and a bond for mechanical something or other. He was married to Ann McHugh (Willson), she was 53 and was a Housekeeper. Rosa, their eldest child and daughter was 17 and worked as a “Servant”, Thomas was 15 and a Painter, Joseph was 11 and listed as “At Home” and they all lived with their maternal grandmother Sarah Willson who was 84 and stayed at home.

One curious little extra bit which I found remarkable was that in the Michigan Supreme Court case, a name shows up, Oscar T. Tuthill. I saw the name and just giggled. Tuthill is a name on my maternal grandfathers side of my family. So, we’ve got McHugh’s and Tuthill’s in Kalamazoo (or Lansing probably for Tuthill), something interesting to knock around at least.

It’s a surprise to see your family name carved in stone and on a building that has been there for 128 years.

I’ve gone as far as I can with Ancestry as I don’t have a paid account. It’s interesting and when I have some spare time maybe I can find the archivist at WMU and make some inquiries there. They’ve got stuff dating back to this period and more.

Byword 2.0

Byword, one of my favorite apps for the Mac and for my iOS devices just upgraded to version 2.0. They have included publishing to blog platforms as a Premium feature and used the Mac App Store or iOS to distribute the added functionality for $4.99. So far I love this app and this was one of those features that I’ve been dying for, so I’m quite pleased. I can do all my writing using Byword and not have to worry about distractions or anything on the screen getting in the way of my writing. It’s all clear, clean, and simple.

The last post to my WordPress blog about Invention was written using Byword 2.0 and I’m quite impressed with it. I could suggest some other enhancements like enumerating the Category list and suggesting possible tags in WordPress posting, but I will take what I can get from the get-go. One thing that was a little dismaying, but not a show stopper was that the purchase of the Premium add-on only works for the App Store that matches the platform you are buying it for. The Premium add-on for Mac App Store is separate from the one for the iOS App Store. Their support was very clear and I pretty much assumed so even before I wrote to support, I just wanted to be sure. Frankly I could give or take the extra features on my iPad or my iPhone as Drafts works brilliantly there along with Poster app on those devices. Drafts hands off to Poster well enough without having to worry about buying Byword 2.0 Premium again for the iOS App Store. I bought the add-on for the Mac App Store because that’s where, when I blog on my Laptop or on my iMac, this will be the app that I’ll use to blog.

The only irking thing, and it’s not really anything really overwrought is the lack of pick lists and tag suggestions for WordPress, but I have faith that eventually they might take their software in that direction. Only time will tell, and developers. 🙂

Invention

I may or may not have just invented something new! I’ve been pondering for a while how to feed all my apple trees. Specifically this came about when I looked at my Weather Underground app and noticed a rather beautiful but dry week ahead for us here in southwest Michigan. The problem is, how do I water the trees where I don’t overdo it, where I don’t spend a while outside being a buffet for mosquitoes, and where I can water my trees on days that won’t have any rain without having to fuss any.

As I was walking home from taking the bus today it struck me as I was looking at all the lawns and gardens that I pass on my way home from the bus stop on East Main Street. Why not repurpose gallon-sized water bottles? I buy pure water for my cats drinking and food-additive water when I go to the market anyways and after I scrounged around the house I found three exhausted one-gallon jugs of purified water. Usually I just crumple them up and throw them in the single stream recycling bin where they go to be recycled, but as I was walking it struck me, why not poke very tiny holes in the water jugs and then I could put them out by the trees base and let the jugs drip-water my trees. It works wonderfully well! I keep the plastic from the recycling stream and I can fill them up in the morning with exactly one gallon of clean water and then cap them. One teeny hole at the top lets in air while there are two teeny little holes at the bottom that slowly let the water drip into the tree’s base. I don’t have to screw around holding the hose, wondering how much water I’m delivering and exposing myself to those nasty little bloodsuckers, at least not any more than I have to in order to water my trees. The only trick was figuring out what to make the holes with. The perfect tool is a thumbtack but I don’t have any at home, no application for them, so I tried the next best thing – flair-button pins! We’ve got a decorative glass bowl full of flair buttons. I grabbed a worthless one that nobody would care about and pulled it’s pin out, turning it into a kind of funny looking thumbtack. It did the job perfectly. Poked a next-to-invisible hole at the top, then two or three in the base and that’s that, all done! I went outside, filled the jugs with water and walked them over to the trees. Over the span of maybe half an hour the jugs will lose all their water. I know I have delivered one gallon of very slow drip-drip-drip water to my trees, not flooding them and not having to worry about how much or exposure. In the mornings when it won’t rain I can go outside and with the hose fill up each jug lickety split. Cap them and walk away.

It’s free, easy, and I think at least a fair bit clever. I think this could also work really well for our garden once we get it going. No more having to worry about how much water, how frequently, or any of that. And no more buying stupid “watering hoses” that disintegrate or don’t work properly when you get them home. This way it’s free, active recycling, and for four apple trees, that’s four gallons of water. Bam. I could even sneak some fertilizer in there and shake the devil out of them and dissolve the fertilizer or food and walk away.

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Time To Die

Jolly RogerI’ve refined how I kill weeds around the house. I recently got a small jug of 25x RoundUp and I was wearing blue nitrile gloves and using a paint brush to paint leaves with the RoundUp. I was in the middle of killing some nasty “Ornamental Grass” which is actually a weed and it struck me that I have these gloves on and all I have to do is just stick my finger in the RoundUp solution and then I could reach out and touch the plants I want to die.

That sped things up immensely. I wandered through my property and anything that I evaluated “This has to die” got a loving RoundUp soaked stroke of death on its leaves. There is a nasty weed, amongst many other species on my property. It grows very tall and has slender long leaves and there’s a central cluster that always looks like it’s on the verge of blossoming but never does. This week chokes out all the other plants and so I selected it to die. There is also a nasty vine-weed running throughout the back yard in my garden and it’s wrapped itself up around all the trees and it’s again, choking out all the other plants. It has smallish maple-tree-shaped bronze leaves and it has as well, been selected for death. Finally, there is our enemy, cypress spurge. I have found clumps of it all over the property and I have caressed it to death where I was sure I wouldn’t touch any other plants.

When my mosey of death is finished I cap the RoundUp and peel off the nitrile gloves. Then I go inside and wash my hands vigorously in hot soapy water just to make sure that there isn’t any RoundUp on my hands that somehow made it through the nitrile.

In a few days to a month we should see systemic shutdown of growth and subsequent death in all the selected-to-die plants that are trying to grow on my property. It kind of made me feel like a grim reaper. Walking along, just tousling the tops of noxious plants with my hands and softly whispering “time to die” as I moved along.

It certainly beats stooping, trying to pull the damn things up and not getting the whole plant or watching it just pop up somewhere else because a runner or rhizome decided it would try life as a pioneer. This way the entire plant, it’s leaves, stalk, and root systems all die.

photo by: Timothy Tolle

PAD May 1 2013 – Personal Space

To what extent is your blog a place for your own self-expression and creativity vs. a site designed to attract readers? How do you balance that? If sticking to certain topics and types of posts meant your readership would triple, would you do it?

My blog serves my own interests, as I use it as a soapbox to express myself to anyone who cares to read. I don’t actively seek out readers, as I blog principally to journal my travel through this lifetime. If I pick up readers, and they enjoy reading what I have to write, that’s a value added extra, a happy touch of serendipity but that is where it starts and ends. I refuse to pander to the hated phrase “SEO” which I find distasteful and repugnant. Who cares if the search engines find my drivel, I’m the last person who wants to game the system. I’m just here to talk into the darkness. I find that very comforting, as the darkness is a great listener.

I don’t and I won’t “monetize” my blog because that, along with the general notion of advertising makes me feel like my work is being turned into bait for a trap than worth anything on it’s own. There is a difference between a pat of cheese and something really worth pursuing. One of those is just there laying on a trigger in a trap. No ads, no money, just my drivel standing on it’s own with all the attendant misuses of grammar, spelling, and general gleeful disrespect for English. As I have said before, English is a whore, screw her, then push her down the MC Escher staircase.

If you enjoy reading this drivel, thanks, for what it’s worth. 🙂

PAD May 29, 2013 – Freedom of Facebook

Facebook has recently come under attack for failing to enforce its own guidelines on hate speech and violent imagery. Is it a website’s job to moderate the content its users post, or should users have complete freedom? Is there a happy medium? If so, how would you structure it?

Ever since I visited the Norman Rockwell Museum I have been absolutely absorbed by his wonderful multicultural work in regards to the Golden Rule. I’ve given it frequent and long consideration and I firmly believe that the wisdom of the Golden Rule is really the only one single rule that any conscious sentient being needs for proper conduct in life. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” This wisdom occurs in other phrases from other cultures and they all share this core comparison dynamic. This is the central pillar on which a service like Facebook would be best organized with.

If a user posts a “Rape Picture” glorifying or lampooning violence against women for example, the central consideration should be how this particular bit of imagery lies on the balance scale of the Golden Rule. Violating the rule doesn’t have to end in a lot of histrionics, instead it can simply be marked to be not shared. Don’t tear it down, as that would upset people about their First Amendment Rights, but rather instead just fail to share it. Mark the failed share as “Golden Rule Violation” and be done with it. It’ll appear on the persons own wall as if it was shared, but nobody else sees it.

If someone wants to fight a violation based on the Golden Rule, then they can certainly try to assert why sharing such things are important. It’s been my experience that when you try to justify breaking the Rule, the raw level of absurdity that you run into (nee hypocrisy) makes any argument worthless to pursue.

PAD May 25, 2013 – The Next Big Thing

What will the next must-have technological innovation be? Jetpacks? Hoverboards? Wind-powered calculators?

The next great technological innovation will be synthetic emotional personalities that will be embedded in our mobile devices. Right now for iOS and Android (the two real competing smartphone operating systems) there are “personal assistants”, like Siri for iOS. I only use iOS so I can only speak to my experience of using Siri. Siri is a great start, but it is pretty much a simple voice-based macro interpreter. She picks up only syntactical chunks and tries her best to interpret what the user wants, and appears to be “neat” because she’s arranged in a way where if we speak “plainly” she “gets what we want”. The problem with Siri is she has no emotional life on her own. She’s a personality that is brand new each time a human being engages with it. Even when describing Siri you feel it’s more appropriate to use it than her – and that’s where the next innovation is going to address.

How can you change an “It” to a “Her” or “Him”? It takes memory, appropriate emotional responses, and in many ways, almost all the way to a synthetic consciousness. Humans are creatures of wild exception, that is what we excel at. Humans are clever, imaginative, we have memories and motives and we have knacks and talents that let us handle wild exceptions that drive technology bonkers. We can do things that technology cannot, like contemplate the nature of existence, ask “What is the purpose of life?” and so on and so forth. These abilities we have allow us to handle exceptions that technology just fails to address directly and often times simply. Humans just “get it” and “get what we mean”. There isn’t any battle over context, no agreement/gender problems as we can consume signal and noise and handle them both gracefully. This is going to be the central pillar that these new synthetic systems have to master. You hit a button and your personalized assistant, whom you’ve named, remembers all the previous things you’ve discussed with them and have access to a gigantic index of human experience to draw from in order to understand something like “Open a new file for the saint louis file company. Also, remind me sometime later about my dry cleaning and around 7ish, call my husband and find out when we are heading to Missouri.” In many ways, we have an already existent mockup of what this is all about, and that is Marvel’s Jarvis. For these advanced synthetic personalities requests like these, the requests of lists, rambling, verbal noise like “oops, no not that…” do not end up with failure but are accepted in stride. With these synthetic personalities it may also serve as an entryway to automated education and even elder companionship. You have a relationship with Jarvis and he helps you do things, you live longer because you have a relationship with a machine that is nearly indistinguishable from another person and so there is a reason to live to see another day.

It’s a collision between human ingenuity, laziness, creativity, and our drive to be social creatures. We’ll create these synthetics because the rewards will be worth the costs of development. Imagine having a durable piece of technology with you (or inside you) that you can talk to, that can assist you in times of trouble. Nobody would kidnap a child with one of these synthetics attached to them. The synthetic would find a way to connect to the Internet and know exactly where the child is and what state they are in. It would eliminate a lot of these sorts of crimes and could possibly also banish loneliness as a complaint in our world. You won’t ever have to be alone again with Jarvis in your life.

PAD 5/8/2013 – Success

Tell us about a time where everything you’d hoped would happen actually did.

The most recent moment where this came true was when I had a problem at work with my primary file server. It had been giving everyone fits for a while and I suspected there might be something wrong with the storage system. My system support specialist ran a check and found that indeed there was a deep logic problem in the storage system. It wasn’t earth-shattering but it did require a fair bit of white-knuckle “file system check” routines that had me on edge for about two hours. I was of course hoping that the deep repairs that I had started would end up all for the best with the corrected file system in a functional and error-free state. Thankfully the “file system check” did exactly that. It took a while, a bit of white-knuckle, but I landed squarely on my feet and I was very thankful to the Gods of Technology for blessing me with an easy fix. It wasn’t that the check was going to blow up in my face, but if it didn’t go well, it would have eaten a week of my life. Thankfully that didn’t happen. It all worked out for the best.

PAD – May 28, 2013 Say Your Name

Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?

I don’t believe I am named after anyone in particular. My first name, the given one, is Andrew. Generally speaking I have certain rules about the preferred use of my given name. Anyone can use my shortened given name freely, but only my parents are allowed to use my full given name. I don’t know exactly where this rule comes from as it’s rather irrational but it is there. I sort of ran over it as I was growing up and it’s a part of me so I just accepted it, put it in the voile of a rule and there we go.

It’s biblical and sainted and I certainly like having this name. I’ve toyed around with the only other variation which is “Drew” but that really doesn’t work. It offends the ear for some reason.

Would I rename myself? No. Absolutely not. In this I am mildly fatalistic, that I was meant to have this name, as my parents were meant to select it for me and give it to me. Any other name would merely be a pseudonym, and while that sometimes is useful in awkward social situations (or when you want to protect your true name, which has a certain undeniable power) what I am called is what I will always be called. It’s been years since I’ve run across another person with my given name, as odd as that seems, Andy just isn’t that popular around here. Of course, with any pronouncement like that, the world loves to screw you up. For a time I had a system support specialist at work who not only shared my given name but also had identical middle and last initials. Since then, I’ve gone back to not really knowing any other Andrews. I’m quite okay with that, I’m unique and being the only Andrew around helps reinforce that specialness.

That first names are given out is another little bit that I’ve thought about for a time. I’ve read in some science fiction stories about alien cultures where the young have to earn their name. I find that compelling, likely unworkable in human cultures, but it does make your name more important if you have to earn it versus simply being given it after birth. Huh.

PAD 5/9/2013 Landscape

When you gaze out your window — real or figurative — do you see the forest first, or the trees?

When I look at actual trees, it’s always the forest first and then individual trees. However the idiomatic expression that this is related to is quite different for me. When it comes to solving problems I tend to be more tree-than-forest based and it often times bites me when I miss the obvious answer if I could just step back and see things more simply and holistically. So far I haven’t been unduly defeated by this problem, but it’s something that occurs to me now when I see a problem that I have to solve crop up. It’s important I think, especially in IT, to stop in the very beginning of diagnosing a problem with technology to honor this idiom and pause in the beginning and ask “Are there any really simple explanations for why this is happening?” that one question sometimes is just what I need to find the real culprit and save myself the hours of pursuing shadows and gremlins through a system, completely ignoring the surface-only solution that I walked right past.

In a way this is an error of assumption. You assume that it couldn’t be anything really obvious so you don’t look, and when you don’t look, you don’t see and missing it right then and there is such an embarrassing mistake. Almost always I get the solution and the chagrin from missing the obvious makes me feel the fool each time.