I feel like I just found the button that turns my car into a giant mecha

… though it’s still got some weird bugs, and the same clunky interface.

… though it’s still got some weird bugs, and the same clunky interface.

Okay, so I’ve been plugging away at the teamvancouver.net redesign. The new graphics are sort of coming along—I’ve been redoing them a dozen times, but a few days ago I had a burst of inspiration, so I think I’m finally on the right track. Then again, I’ve said that before.

Anyway. The thing about teamvancouver.net is that it’s built on an actual CMS: WebGUI, to be precise. The learning curve was steep and painful, since it was my first stab at mastering a CMS, the interface is pretty unfriendly, and it turned out I wasn’t even working with the real admin account! The one login I was given had a lot of editing privileges, but not nearly what I needed to do a proper job of redesigning and administering the site. Lots of functions were missing, whole directories were locked, etc…

So I eventually called the hosting provider’s support team to clear this all up, and figure out what I could and could not do. It might be that these restrictions were a matter of policy. But no, it turned out I was just using the wrong account. Finally, I have the godlike powers I’ve been been craving all along!

And now I’ve got a confession to make: part of the reason why I enjoyed working on VGVA.com more than teamvancouver.net was that working with WebGUI this was was like swimming through quicksand, and I wasn’t sure I could deliver on my ideas. vgva.com was under my complete control. Though my little PHP scripts did less, they were all mine and I knew exactly what they could do.

But that’s how it works, and the thing is, I’ve done this before. Long ago I dropped homemade PHP scripts for WordPress (still running on PHP, so not that big a stretch), with my blog. It may be that someday, if I’m still webmaster, I’ll do the same for vgva.com*. No rush, though. In the meantime I get to explore another CMS, with a different code base, it’s true, but no less interesting and powerful. I’m finally seeing it can do all I wish, and more.

(* Well, it probably won’t be WordPress)

Vancouver Skepticamp

That was a really awesome day. I’d never gone to a Skepticamp before, had only heard about it a few weeks before, and didn’t really know what to expect. I was sort of imagining a big convention, sort of thing, with panels so I could pick and choose which brilliant presenter to study at the knee of. But no, it all took place in one auditorium at UBC, from 10AM to 6:30 (with a lunch break), an audience of about 80 people, and 16 presenters (more if you count the Radio Free Thinker people separately) expounding on a wide range of topics, from the scientific to the social to the philosophical.

Welcome to Vancouver Skepticamp!

That was a really awesome day. I’d never gone to a Skepticamp before, had only heard about it a few weeks before, and didn’t really know what to expect. I was sort of imagining a big convention sort of thing, with panels so I could pick and choose which brilliant presenter to study at the knee of. But no, it all took place in one auditorium at UBC, from 10AM to 6:30 (with a lunch break), an audience of about 80 people, and 16 presenters (more if you count the Radio Free Thinker people separately) expounding on a wide range of topics, from the scientific to the social to the philosophical.

It’s always a thrill to be in an explicitly skeptical space, where everybody’s speaking the same language, and you don’t have to worry about offending or confusing people by talking about “woo” or “the FSM” or “argument from ignorance” or whatnot. But even aside from that, and especially seeing as it was billed as a community participation event where anyone could register as a speaker, the level of polish was generally quite high and with just a couple of exceptions I really enjoyed the presentations. They were informative, funny, inspiring or infuriating, sometimes all four at once.

The best part of the event for me, though, wasn’t so much the talks, but the Twitter conversation happening in parallel; a half a dozen of us shooting comments back and forth, looking up and posting links, and it was so exhilarating! I’d never been part of such an online conversation, with so many interesting people who had been strangers a minute before. I felt like I was contributing to something greater than me, something important, unlike short back-and-forths in Facebook statuses.

Or maybe I’m overdramatizing this. I don’t care; it was a rush, and I can’t wait for my next opportunity. At least now I’ve figured out how to use hash tags. And another thing I’ve learned: next time I’ll be sure to bring a portable charger or something. Oh, my poor battery! That might explain why the twittering slowed way down in the afternoon; I guess everybody’s laptops and phones were running dry.

I’ll just post some thoughts on a few of the presentations, because otherwise we’d be here all week.

Fred Bremmer: a demonstration of Charpentier’s Illusion

Basically, this involves underestimating the mass of a large but light object (in this case, an empty styrofoam cooler) against a smaller object (medicine bottles partly filled with copper shot). There are various theories about why we do this, but it’s very predictable, and in the end only three people in the entire audience got the mass right. Actual masses of the medicine bottles: here. What the audience perceived: here

The moral of the story? Skeptics, being human, aren’t free of biases and flawed perceptions. But we are more aware of them, and more willing to subject them to rigorous reality checks.

Dr. Steve Wiseman: The Troubled Relationship between Psychiatry and the Church of Scientology

Fair Game

Wow, that was some impressive airing out of LRon Hubbard’s dirty laudry, some of which I knew—that Hubbard was kind of a dismal failure at everything until he lucked into the Dianetics scam—some of which I didn’t: where did he first publish an essay on Dianetics? A cheesy sci-fi magazine. Awesome. Or should I say, “Astounding”? Plus, some interesting history about early psychiatric pharmacology, and how some of those successes seem to be directly linked to the rise of Scientology and LRon’s paranoia.

James Bernath: Private programs for going into space

Mr. Bernath is very skeptical of the viability of privately-funded space flight, because so far they haven’t gotten anywhere near what government programs have achieved. Which… I don’t think is a fair conclusion. I agree that there are tremendous technical problems, especially if you want to transport humans into deep space (or, hell, even as far as Mars). Not that humans can’t get there, of course, but casual tourists are right out. We won’t have a Mars Hilton on the Valles Marineris anytime soon. Two parts of his presentation grabbed me, though:

  • Bernath also dismissed the idea of space elevators, since he saw too many problems just with getting the damn things up, not to mention docking spacecraft at the top. But my view is that since Arthur C. Clarke could imagine them, I believe they’ll be a reality some day, so nyah! Which is perfectly objective and rational, totally not magical thinking in any way. Really. Shut up.
  • He brought a few interesting space artefacts to pass around. The best was a fuel tank from a downed Soviet satellite, which crashed in a Saskatchewan farm in 1981. Doesn’t look like much, a dark metallic sphere, with a weird nipple-like bit where reentry caused it to melt slightly. But it used to be up in space! I held in my hand something that floated in orbit high above the Earth! That’s… really fucking cool.

Soviet satellite fuel tank

Greg Bole: Defending Darwin

Greg Bole is a Darwin impersonator. Didn’t think there was such a thing as a Darwin impersonator? Yeah, neither did I. I guess they get most of their business at events such as the Cambridge Darwin Festival. (Too bad Bole didn’t give his talk in costume, though.) The focus of his speech was on Ray Comfort (he of the banana as proof for God—no, it’s no better than the Babel Fish) and his plan last year to distribute copies of The Origin of Species, with a special new introduction. Of course, Bole points out, Comfort’s spiel is really nothing new. It’s just the same tired old canards creationists have been trotting out for decades. An audience member asked him if creationists have advanced any new arguments, in light of recent advances in genomics or paleontology. No, he said, it’s always the same old crap, maybe dressed it up a little (ie: Intelligent Design) but essentially unchanged.

Ray Comfort is Bananas

Shannon Rupp: Rational Journalism

Rupp, a journalist herself, says, “Only journalists are in the business of journalism. Newspapers are in the business of eyeballs.” Editors and publishers don’t care about accuracy, or even truth, as long as it gets people buying their papers—and thus making advertisers happy, which is where their business really lies. Checking facts costs money, and it’s the easiest thing to cut because not many people notice, and fewer care. Besides, writing puff pieces is much safer since advertisers don’t get alienated, readers don’t get alienated, and you won’t get sued. in short, the whole system is set up to penalise good journalism and reward sloppy, shallow writing.

But, Rupp warns, don’t just blame the evil media and evil advertisers. Schools and universities, which should be in the business of educating, are also peddling woo and confusing students with pseudoscience. Just as a for instance: Royal Roads University offering a course on astrology. The university gets more money, but also gets inextricably linked with the astrologers and entrail readers and whatnot. The latter get recognition and prestige, while the university’s reputation gets tarnished.

Dr. Jaymie Matthews: Who Needs Paranormal?

Ah yes, Jaymie Matthews. I remembered him from a CFI talk he gave a year ago, about the MOST deep-space telescope. It’s so obvious that he loves his work, because it’s cool science and because it reveals so much of the beauty of the universe. How many exometeorologists—ie: people figuring out weather patterns on extrasolar planets—do you know? One line he said really stuck with me: “Paranormal is the new normal; normal is the new paranormal.” Paranormalists’ myths and imaginations are really very small and petty when you come right down to it. Especially when it’s Nazi-flavoured occult crap being peddled to suckers. Reality, as revealed through science, is the thing that’s mindbogglingly weird and crazy and enchanting.

Hollow Earth Expedition

Gerry Armstrong: Scientology

This is the personal account of an ex-Scientologist who has been persecuted by the Church of Scientology for decades now. His talk—the attempts on his life, the harassment, the insane lawsuits—just drove home how disgustingly evil the Clams are. Read more on gerryamstrong.org

In conclusion

I had such an amazing time, and I’ve already marked down the next Skepticamp’s date (October 23rd)! Meantime, here are more pictures!

Pi Day Weekend

It’s Sunday night, the end of a crazy weekend. Two whole days of fun, productivity, and far too little sleep. But I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

It’s Sunday night, the end of a crazy weekend. Two whole days of fun, productivity, and far too little sleep. But I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

Spring Bling was so much fun! And so exhausting! My team was up against mostly competitive players, but we held our own pretty well and came this close to winning the bronze. Seriously, we lost 22 to 25, which is pretty damn good considering we hadn’t played together as a team in ages. Then, after a quick shower, it was time for all-you-can-eat sushi.

Some of us had serious discussions over dinner, besides complimenting each on games well played. The issue was, how do we get more recreational players involved in the tournament? Looking back at the tournament’s history, we’ve only had a separate C division half the time—and maybe I shouldn’t even count last year, where all of two C teams were registered. The consensus was that we should advertise it much further ahead of time, and also sell it as a fun challenge to meet people, test your skills, and see how the big boys* play play.

(* And a few token girls. But mostly boys)

For some reason, it took me a long time to get to sleep. Maybe I was still wound up, I don’t know. But sleep I did, eventually, and I needed it because today was the second and last session of my all-day AJAX workshop at BCIT. It was short periods of lecturing, interspersed with quizzes and practical labs. Last week we went over Javascript, which I’m already familiar with though I did learn a few useful tips. Today we dived into the AJAX API itself. It looks like a lot more students had trouble keeping up, even with the instructor being very generous and giving us a lot of time for labs and even allowing us to pair up.

Which is not a bad thing, really. He said that you learn more by collaborating, and it’s true. Besides, BCIT is supposed to prepare you for the real world and in the real world you’d rarely be all on your own; there’d usually be coworkers to pick the brains of or, failing that, online forums and user groups.

It’s late Sunday night now, almost midnight, and I’m finishing my job search homework for tomorrow. I’ve got homework and a take-home exam for the AJAX workshop, but that’s not due for a week. And I’m not worried. I was already familiar with the basic ideas and, if I do say so myself, I picked up the finer points very quickly. The server-side scripting aspect holds no terrors for me.

Happy Pi Day!

Now that the party’s over…

And, just like that, the 2010 Spring Winter Olympics are done.

Frankly, I’m not missing them. The choppers flying around day and night, the road closures, the crowds, the noise… It could have been worse, though. I could be living right next to one of the venues.

And, just like that, the 2010 Spring Winter Olympics are done.

Frankly, I’m not missing them. The choppers flying around day and night, the road closures, the crowds, the noise… It could have been worse, though. I could be living right next to one of the venues.

And I realise I probably would have felt differently if I’d gotten more in the Olympic spirit. And don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed some of the events, but overall I wasn’t as flag-wavingly fanatical as some of my friends who put up a Canadian flag on their Facebook profile, or spent every hour of every day watching the events, and who are now all going on about Olympic withdrawal.

Here’s what I enjoyed: first, watching a friend of mine run with the Olympic torch.

And he's off!

Second, the opening ceremony, which I’ve already blogged about. It managed to stir some patriotic pride in me, which I hadn’t felt in a long time.

After that, I followed the events somewhat, though never live (I’ll say this for CTV, their dedicated Olympic site kicks a lot of ass. I did cheer for Alexandre Bilodeau, our first gold medalist of the season; I cheered and wept with Joannie Rochette; I high-fived strangers on the street whenever we won a medal, and sometimes when we didn’t. And on Sunday, though we were supposed to play volleyball, the director agreed to let us listen to the hockey game live on the radio. I totally didn’t mind. Go Canada!

Fire!

What else? Well, I did the tourist thing in my own city, and checked out the mint and cauldron, and Vectorial Elevation, and the cauldron again. Swung by to visit a few of the houses (such as Maison du Québec and Place de la francophonie) but those places aren’t really touristy places to visit, they’re to hang out in and drink and watch the games.

Million dollar coin

Oh, and I went to see Laurie Anderson’s show Deluded. That was… pretty fucking surreal. Which I expected, of course, so it’s all good.

And… that’s about it, really. I caught part of the closing ceremony online; that wasn’t nearly as impressive as the opening ceremony. Besides the nice pomp and circumstance, and an Olympic anthem I could actually understand (and a Russian anthem that kicked so much fracking ass), there wasn’t much that really grabbed me. Michael J. Fox is made of awesome, as are William Shatner and Neil Young, but the rest? All those cutesy self-deprecating jokes? Meh. Also, John Furlong should never, ever try to speak French again. Ever. The live feed died about halfway through, and after a couple minutes’ trying I gave up.

Though I will tell you, my heartstrings were tugged at the end of Young’s Long May You Run, when the torch just… went out. And I though, Oh, wow, it’s really over.

Okay, I admit it. Part of me will miss the games. But you gotta move on, right? I just hope all our guests left with a good impression of Vancouver. And, congratulations to our Canadian athletes. First in gold and third in overall medal count? Awesome.