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Just back from Tampa and the IEEE High Assurance Software Engineering
Symposium (HASE). Funding for this one fell through so I had to
do it out my own pocket. Sure, I'll get back in tax but I have
to carry the cash flow. Sigh.
Strange to say, I can report that it was well worth the $2K for the trip.
Its a nice conference- lots of European and Japanese
there. Very small, even smaller than SEKE last year.
Still, despite its size, it hummed along. I didn't get around
all the folks I wanted to see.
Mental stimulation++.
Katerina sold me on Markov chains for LURCH.
Realized that LURCH doesn't exist- its just a way to sample transition
functions.
And some of Mats' students were there talking about test case generation.
Veeeery interesting
Went walking with Johann Schuman through the
neighboring university- complete with in-built
white concrete ghosts. These Americans-
they organize everything even their own demons.
We talked on machine
learning and Bayesian clustering.
Stopped to admire
the architecture. Couldn't work out if this was
a
toilet or art.
This was a conference. Many charts and diagrams.
Many impassioned nerds.
Bojan was there, looking regal.
Strange venue. Basically a box around a
sealed-in court yard. Comes complete with in-your-face
patriotism.
Meanwhile, back at my hotel,
a convention of high school cheerleaders. Talk about the opening scene
of a porn movie. Spent all night hiding from high jinks. Near as I could
tell, the chaperones got more drunk than their charges. Role models? I think not!
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For years Helen's been telling me this story
of being driven round beautiful Portland avenues with a canopy of
trees. Today, she showed me.
Just south of Hawthorne and 20th is the the Ladd Addition : a set of
gardens with posh house with wide streets. We walked around and
around. Officially, we were looking for a place to rent. Unofficially,
we were just taking in the sights.
This is graceful- kind of like a
Platonic suburb. Little dogs and kittens and Jerry Garcia-lookalikes
pedaling round on bicycles.
Blossoms everywhere.
Dead set, compared to round here, Vancouver is
such a dump. Strip mall city! Memo to self- must move to this town!
The locals were friendly, and soooo cute.
The day just got better and better.
We wondered round and round and bumped
into Suzanne and Greg. So weird. They were out sunny themselves and we
just walked by. We hung out together for a few hours- a cool Mexican
cafe and much walking through tree-lined streets.
Which places us outside this really cool cinema- My Neighbor Totoro
was playing which is a film I've never heard of and I don't know why.
It was wonderful! So happy! And the audience- lots of happy hippies with
young kids all singing along with the film. Real nice.
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Good news today- paper accepted to the AI Review journal-
an old Menzies/Hu paper about TAR2.
And, in other news, tis the season for the blossoms all over this town.
Cherry and white and cherry and white and cherry and white... just
everywhere!
Like everywhere.
Blossoms.
More blossoms.
Blossoms, in close-up.
Magnolias with, wait for it, blossoms.
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Went walkies today. Found a small bit of
the old Vancouver- the one that
was here before the strip malls.
A little stream worthy of a Kenneth Graham book. Mole and the Rat
due here any second. Sort of thing we used to muck around in as kids.
Ahhh... mud.
Picturesque farms, sweet little houses,
contented cows.
Old old farms with old old cars.
Little lakes with ducks.
And the usual Pacific northwest features-
often so damp that things grow all over the
growing things.
Lets not forget the hippy Nazis and
their
rules on dogs.
Here's a cute++ picture of Helen.
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Day 3 of the pilgrimage to Pullman
Today, great drive back from Pullman. Much nicer than Thursday's
drive to Pullman.
All day
long lazy cruise through farmland.
Light clouds over the wheat fields.
Old, established, farmland.
Pretty little country towns. Here's
the town hall, Dayton Washington.
Stone bird, possibly crapping, on top of the town hall, Dayton Washington.
Judith, owner of fantastic coffee shop, Dayton Washington.
Taught me all I know about green eggs and ham.
Which, lets face it, was not much. But that was this morning.
Now its a new era. Thanks to.... Judith.
I've always wanted to go to
Walla Walla Washington.
I think its the alliteration.
What could more amazing than Walla Wall?
Maybe just a ridge of windmills.
Thats a lotta windmills.
Finally, hours and hours down down Columbia Gorge.
After all day in the car,
we treated ourselves
to a
fantastic Indian dinner at the Bombay Cricket
Club. Seriously yummy. This place is booked out all the time- we took
a chance and found two can sneak in at 5:30 of a Saturday.
Afterwards, just on sunset,
we meandered round beautiful tree lined streets in Portland's
south east.
Then home to a night of television and blogging. Bliss.
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Day 2 of the pilgrimage to Pullman
Today I camped in a hotel room working on a paper.
No distractions. Lots of typing.
My kind of heaven!
Which meant I didn't do much sight seeing.
Shame really,
Pullman
is right next door to
Idaho.
And Idaho has potatoes.
That's too nasty.
Pullman's got lots of sweet old wooden houses.
And, if the truth be told, some hideous
new flats- kind of like the bland one we live in at Vancouver!
Football is HUGE here. Every home game, the airport is choked with
alumni flying in to watch the show. These alumni so
are devoted to their old team that students
can't get in to see the game!
At different times of the year, the air is full of dust from the surrounding farms or its yellow from all the wheat.
Nearby Moscow is an interesting place-
it seemed to have more of a sense of community
than Pullman.
Moscow was more like a real local town that might actually exist without
the university.
WSU has a fantastic ice cream shop call
Ferdinand's. Its named after a
kids'
story about a
big musclely bull that wouldn't fight in the ring- he just wanted to
sit round all day and smell the flowers. What does it all mean? It
was written in 1936, at a time when Europe was marching to war. Most
of the stuff on the web says the the story is about peace and harmony;
e.g. The Story of Ferdinand taught me to be self-assured and to be
content with simple things.
I loved the story as a kid- a
wonderfully simple yarn about resisting peer pressure. In retrospect,
it could also be an
astrological pun about cliched behavior of Tauruses.
Or, if we focus on the musclely hero sitting
round all day smelling flowers, it could be read as a
touch gay.
This photo is for all you Australian and New Zealanders
out there.
Dear Washington State University, do you know what daggy means?
We went to a wine bar that night and meet locals who've spent years
in this town. We nudged them for what was cool about this town. Their list
was real short:
"the best view in this town is in the rear view mirror as you
leave.".
Well then.
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Day 1 of the pilgrimage to Pullman
Spent the day driving to Pullman.
Helen had to see some
English types at WSU's main campus.
I had to see Helen.
So, off we went.
Traveled the slow way there. Here's
the view from highway 14, north of the Columbia River.
Its a little goat track dug into the cliff side.
Mt. Hood refuses to take a good photo. I think its shy.
Helen's kind of church- devoted to the highway.
The child care thing is strange. This church services folks
traveling on the interstate. Now if they drop off their kids and drive on,
how do they pick them up?
Somewhere down the road, we left behind the rain of Portland. Things got drier.
So very dry.
Folks round here live in the dust. Its called the scab-lands.
Some of that dust blows into elegant sculptured hills.
The rest gets raked clean and neat by the locals.
We passed miles and miles and miles of raked hills.
We had two theories about all this raking.
Theory one: its all preparation for wheat planting.
Theory two: if the dust isn't raked, it blows away to
reveal the rock beneath.
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Last data mining class this week. They all did good on their
assignments- much good awking.
Somehow I generated three ICSE workshop papers
The paper with Kentucky was interested- it emerged out of mid-air
after hanging round like a cloud for days and days.
Lots of stuff with Dave Owen. Many happy graphs. LURCH kicking some
computational ass.
Much strangeness on the timetable of quarterly reviews.
Some confusion with the schedule. Problems with the phones.
I think I got to
about 50% of them.
Been interviewing graduate students.
Found two gems: Tom and Ryan. Gonna have a great April. Dave Owen and Tom and Ryan
and maybe even John Powell up for a few days all LURCHing around Portland.
Lots of data mining with the business gang.
Here's Siri-on and David Raffo.
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Saturday night was spent at the Kennedy school. I wish I had gone to a school
like this. Bars in the honors room, smokers in the detention hall.
All over the halls, old photos of the days
when this was a real school.
We were there with Laurie and Nicky. Nicky
told us how to do identity theft. In return, we showed them how to order
Cosmopolitans.
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Up and back to JPL today. Someone phoned for me while I was
away. Helen said "He's not here- he's down at the Jet Propulsion
Laboratory". There was a pause and a reply "well, that sounds
impressive."
First, a gratuitous scary picture.
Easy, easy, easy flight. 2/3rds empty. Good sleep
and sleeping was useful++ since I had to wake at 4:30am to get the flight.
LA was clean (gasp, not cough).
Two days of rain and now crisp air and distant views.
JPL was cool. If E.T. phoned home, he'd call here.
From these
daggy 1960s buildings come satellites that travel to Pluto. Go figure.
That day, JPL announced they had
proof of water on Mars. Film crews everywhere.
Me watching history being filmed and broadcast to the rest of the world. For
one day, in the center of things.
John Powell hosted me.
We visited Martin, Leila, Allen, and Gyrus Hein- a man that runs COCOMO
on JPL examples. And they work! Gasp!
Much talk on grants and many plans.
Late flight back. Home at 11:30, too tired sleep. Tossed and turned.
Woke up PING the next morning, first thing. Guess JPL is kind of stimulating!
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Went house hunting this evening. Saw a total DUMP in the SW. Helen reeled
away saying "that's 10 minutes of my life I'll never get back".
Afterwards we had this ultra-cruisy evening hanging out,
eating at a sensational vietnamese place, home to blob.