General: July 2004 Archives
There is an ever increasing amount of information on the internet, this fact appears obvious in the extreme but what might not be so obvious is the ever increasing amount of duplicate information.
Have you ever tried looking for "man find unix" on google, nearly every page displayed has the same information. I know that some pages are slightly different but its becoming increasingly difficult to find what you are actually looking for. This is not an isolated incident, most search engines are suffering.
Google was a fantastic leap in the right direction but has anything changed in the last 2 years that visibly makes a difference to the layman, I haven't seen it, have you?
Everyone assumes that the more pages a search engine has in its database the better the search engine. As popular as this school of thought is, its wrong! very wrong!! Why?
Up until 2 months ago I used Google exclusively and recommended it to everyone who wanted to find something on the internet. Just recently I have found that Google is not providing me with the goods. I have often caught myself switching to Yahoo in order to find what I am looking for, I have even went as far as Looksmart and got better results.
At first I considered these breaches from the one true search engine as isolated anomalies arising from the eclectic nature of the topics I was researching but empirical evidence suggests otherwise. I am now going to Google and trying a search and then going straight to Yahoo and getting what I am looking for. Am I a heretic to suggest that Google is just not cutting it any more, quite possibly, but I am not the only one.
As much as I love Google, it appears to be slipping compared to other engines. However, I will not give up on it because unlike most search engines I actually trust Sergey Brin and Lawrence Page to act in the best interests of the users. Maybe I am being naive in thinking Google will retain their morals in light of going public but hey, I'm an eternal optimist.
There goes any chance of ever attaining my dream job ;)
Years ago I can remember looking up my name in one of those Baby name books to see what the name Harry means. This was before we had the internet so I was very limited in my investigations.
This has changed so I decided to find out what the name Harry means. It has left me more confused than ever.
I found another site I could not read. Why do people insist on using colors that clash.
Is over and thank the lord. My tutor had told me that the Group theory was much easier than the linear algebra, unfortunately for me this was not the case. It was only when I handed him the Tutor Marked Assignment ( TMA ) that I found out he had specialized in Group theory so I think he might be a bit biased ;)
I think it was because I was unable to see an immediate use for it. I loved its elegance and I enjoyed the course more than the linear algebra but I found it much tougher going. I have been using linear algebra during the process of building a vector space search engine so it is nothing new to me and I could see a use for it which I lacked with Groups.
Still haven't decided what I am going to study next year but I would like to do a a bit more work on group theory. I have a summer school coming up soon and I am hoping to get some idea of what might be suitable for my level 3 courses next year.
I managed to get 92% for the TMA so I must have done something right.
We went to Estonia for the Stag weekend and I must say it is a very nice place. I get the feeling that it is becoming a popular venue for stag weekends due to the amount of lads on the plane some of which were dressed as women, most entertaining.
We arrived there on Thursday night and where met by a girl called "Kulli" which we were told is pronounced "Gooley". Well you can guess what happened next.
GING, GANG, GOOLEY
Ging, gang, gooley, gooley, gooley, gooley, watcha,
Ging gang Goo, ging gang Goo
Ging, gang, gooley, gooley, gooley, gooley, watcha,
Ging gang goo, ging gang goo,
Hayla, Hayla shayla, Hayla shayla, Hayla ho. Hayla,
Hayla shayla, Hayla shayla, Hayla ho.
Shalli, walli, shalli, walli, shalli, walli, shalli, walli,
Ump pah, etc.
It wasn't me that started it, it was the groom to be. We very nearly never got out at all on the first night due to a bit of an escapade in the lift. Seven lads in a small lift is not a pretty site. Anyway we pressed the button for floor 14 and went straight to floor 20 and back to the bottom. We all asked Rob if he was playing silly buggers and he assured us he wasn't. Off we went again. Floor 14 came and went up to 20 then back down. We were all convinced that Rob was messing around. On the third attempt everyone but Rob and I got out of the lift at 18 and they walked down. We went back down to the bottom and got out of the lift and we told one of the porters it was not working. He smiled knowingly and asked for my room key which he then used to activate the lift. We were not embarrassed at all.
Anyway we went out and ended up in some sports bar or at least this is how we referred to it because it seemed to have some sport on television. We stayed there until rather late then made our way back to the Sokos hotel "which is a very nice hotel". We were of course completely sobre, not!
Day 1 Paint ball
The next day came around much too fast for my liking and we were wisked away in a minibus feeling a bit hungover. The next thing we know we are in some woods near Estonia for paintball. We were met by a tall bloke called Vakuur, or something like. He gave us a quick lesson in paintball then divided us into teams.
I didn't do too badly at the paintball except getting repeatedly shot in the leg by Rob which made me bleed like hell. I gave as good as I got though and managed to get the flag once. My second attempt at getting the flag was going swimmingly until I bent down to pick it up. I was shot in the ass by Colin, the little fscker had been hiding behind a wall and let off two rounds into my scratcher. That hurt like hell and I could hardly walk out of the bloody building. Then on proceeding out of the building Tosey, who had managed to ensconce himself behind a tree "For tosey this is no mean feat". The bloody bastard shot me in the back of the head, admittedly I was letting a few rounds go into the building when I was meant to be dead but hey, my ass hurt. I turned on Tosey who then proceeded to scramble half way up the hill before going arse over tit and I managed to get my own back on him. I can safely say that I was glad when the paintball was over and I think everyone else was because we were all a bit sore.
Back to the hotel two hours kip then burgers then sports bar then drunk.
Day 2 Go Carting
We were all feeling very bad. We arrived at the race track on time and were given some instructions as to what was going to happen. I managed to convince the bloke that I was to get the fastest go-cart in the whole place. This did me absolutely no good because I won the booby prize which is a go-cart tyre with a little silver plate on it. I have no idea what the silver plate reads but I doubt its anything particularly flattering. Colin weighing in at 3 stone won every race.
It was bloody hard work racing those go-carts and I have bruises in my inner thigh which I was using to grip the steering wheel. I know it sounds daft but I am nearly 2 metres tall and the go-carts were not very big.
Back to the hotel 2 hours kip then burger then sports bar then drunk
Day 3 Home
Thank god. I don't think I could have handled another night out there. I felt fine until I got home and then I was as sick as a dog, sweating like hell but freezing my ass off "which hurt like hell from paintball (see above)" . Jenny noticed that the bed was soaked through when she got in from work. I am pretty sure that I managed to get some sort of bug when I was out there because I have been on bigger benders than that and not blinked an eye except for being tired. I also found out that another of the party had the same problem so I can rest easy, at least its not my age. I was as sick as shit for 2 days sitting on a towel in the living room to avoid getting the seats wet from sweat.