A languid afternoon

Some thoughts:

1) The fastest supercomputers that are built are usually special purpose supercomputers, i.e., they sacrifice generality for speed. I remember reading about one which could compute how a protein created from a certain strand of DNA with millions of base-pairs would fold over itself. The loss of generality also means, however, that these specific-purpose supercomputers aren’t classified as the fastest supercomputers that have been built (Wikipedia says the ruling body makes its adjudications based on how fast the machine can LU-factorise a large matrix).

On a related note, my mp3 player can handle even video files, but ask it to shuffle when it’s playing and it slows to a crawl – calculating which number to go to after 27 must be tough indeed – the stupid thing. I’ll have to burn a shuffled playlist into it in the first place.

2) How is it that Chennai allows the screening of Sex and the City? I thought people here were the kind of folks who sue a well-known actress for daring to suggest that premarital sex may not be all that despicable in the 21st century. (Just so one doesn’t think I’m overdoing it, I’ll add that the case against Khusboo went to the Supreme Court of India because the Madras High Court refused to grant her relief from the cases against her. ) [ UPDATE: Also, see this and the comments therein. Anna University wants students in colleges here under constant video surveillance.]

The resolution, as far as us bunch of tam-junta at my lab can work out, is that Khusboo was talking specifically about Indian women – she said men in India should get used to the idea that their wives may have had other relationships before marriage. And this was considered an affront to the modesty of all Indian women, and Tam women in particular (why every Indian woman is required to be modest is something nobody has bothered to ask) – we pride ourselves on being prudes of the highest strictures, you see. But when it comes to women of other countries talking about sex (which is the same as men here watching fair-skinned women talk about sex) there’s no problem; those people have already been assumed to be less civilised than us (and the men here can do whatever they want), it’s our women we want to keep from becoming immodest.


4 thoughts on “A languid afternoon”

  1. If you do burn a shuffled playlist into your MP3, it really wouldn’t look all that shuffled after a while would it? :/

  2. I don’t know what you mean, but I’m willing to (perhaps) state the obvious and say this: a playlist, like every other thing, can only get more random, never less. Second Law, anyone?

  3. I meant that if you shuffle a playlist on your computer and then burn it, after listening to the thing a few times, you know what song comes when. I am guessing that the main reasons to shuffle a playlist are to not hear the same type of songs one after the other and the same order of songs again and again? Or have I got you wrong?

  4. Ah, ok. You meant that. No, I have enough music that by the time I finish one loop, I would’ve forgotten the first song entirely. I just don’t want 15 tam-songs of AR Rahman one after another.

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