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Trip Report: Arizona-Utah

Day 0: Las Vegas

I’m not much of a gambler or a lover of snazzy sights, but despite that Vegas certainly has the redeeming quality of teeming with life even at midnight on a Wednesday evening (when this photo was taken). The city truly never sleeps.

And, while I’m sure the Europeans cringe to see the faux Renaissance artwork (see below), I kind of find it nice. Probably because I’ve never been to Europe.

Day 1: Scenic route to Lake Powell

Caught some great scenes of Zion National Park on our way to Lake Powell and did a couple of short hikes. We returned to Zion on the last day of the trip, so left the more exciting stuff for later.

A slightly long detour took us to Cedar Breaks National monument close to sunset for some breathtaking views of the jagged mountain face.

Day 2: Glen Canyon and Monument valley

Lake Powell is a man-made reservoir and owes its existence to the Glen Canyon Dam. Although a lot of political and cultural controversy surrounds the lake, it certainly offers spectacular views of the Glen Canyon area up close. And it also makes it easier to access Rainbow Bridge National Monument (below).

Another 3-hour drive away from Lake Powell is Monument Valley, a Hollywood favourite location depicted on screens since 1939. Forrest Gump, 2001: A Space Odyssey and Doctor Who have all featured these lands. The landscape’s grandeur has to be seen to be believed.

Day 3: Antelope Canyon, and route 89

The waves of rock at Antelope Canyon were pretty much the point of the trip. It was all that we expected, and more.

We drove back to Zion after Antelope Canyon. The route is remarkably scenic, with alternating vistas of limestone and sandstone.

Day 4: Zion National Park

Woke up before dawn to catch the fabulous sunrise over Zion’s tallest canyon walls.

What Zion is best known for, of course, is the river hike through the Narrows, and it was a wonderful experience (see below). We didn’t manage to go all the way this time, lacking some gear and having to catch a flight the same evening after driving 3 hours back to Las Vegas; but I definitely want to visit Zion again. One day was way too short.

The autobiography of Benjamin Franklin

Once you get used to reading 18th century English, this is an absolutely delightful, interesting and thought provoking book, well deserving of its place at the top of the Harvard classics bookshelf.

The two facts I knew for certain about Benjamin Franklin before I read the book were that he was a founding father of the USA, and he was a pioneer in the field of electricity. The former fact isn’t even a subject in the book, which ends in 1757, and the latter is mentioned only in passing. And yet anyone reading the book is sure to come out thinking that Franklin was one of the most interesting people who ever lived.

His accomplishments in life were astonishing. He got his start in life in the printing business, and eventually started the second newspaper in America. He was responsible for inventing the concept of a municipal fire department, convincing the public to pay for crime-watch and street-cleaning, conceptualizing and implementing the equivalent of city bonds, founding a university that survives to this day, and leading troops in battle, among other things.

Socrates, who said “the un-examined life is not worth living”, could not have been prouder of this man. It’s fascinating how deeply Franklin examines himself, analyses his smallest failings and endeavors to improve them. He spent months maintaining a diary in which he gave himself black marks every day for offending his high standards of decency, integrity, and hard work. His methods of keeping a habit of daily study of some subject or other throughout his life are very motivating.

The book also gives a wonderful glimpse into early America, way back in time when the country as it is today was still being made. How Boston had paper currency whilst Philadelphia had silver, how business was financed not by banks but people of means, how the British aristocracy coerced ever more taxes from the colony in the name of protection, which ultimately led to the revolution. Most striking of all, though is that this isn’t told from a grand historical perspective, but from the point of view of one man who was involved with all of these dealings personally — a feat which, alas, is almost impossible in today’s world of specialists, where an economist can’t be a general, who can’t be a philosopher, who cannot afford to be a politician.

The tool-maker is the distributor

Apple’s new iBook creation software has a condition in the license agreement that disallows you from selling any work created using the software except via Apple (which will be subject to a further unspecified agreement). More details here.

Apple, in this EULA, is claiming a right not just to its software, but to its software’s output. It’s akin to Microsoft trying to restrict what people can do with Word documents, or Adobe declaring that if you use Photoshop to export a JPEG, you can’t freely sell it to Getty.

There is a lively discussion on Hacker News about this. It has been pointed out, quite rightly, that Apple has a perfect right to do this, and users are free to use other software to write books. There is also an argument that since iBooks made with iBooks Author contain Apple’s copyrighted code (Javascript, HTML), and is technically a derivative work of Apple’s copyrighted material, and therefore this is no different from licenses like GPL or content that is covered under a creative-commons-free-for-noncommerical use license.

I find this argument valid but on very thin ice. If an author creates a whole textbook, including the text, images, and interactive content like quizzes and instruction flow I’d say the originality of Apple’s embedded code is small compared to the author’s contribution. If someone writes an original play that uses a copyrighted image as the ellipsis sign, technically it is a derivative work and the copyright holder of the ellipsis sign has a right to dictate terms. On an ethical level, I wouldn’t support such a claim being enforced.

What worries me is the slippery slope. If this is Apple’s strategy going forward, I wonder if we can expect them to eventually assert their rights over the output of software like Pages, Garageband, Aperture or Final Cut.

Or even worse, expect them to assert distribution rights or monetary claims over any software that we write on Macs. I was considering buying a Macbook this year for personal coding projects, and this piece of news is sending a few chills down my spine.

On vacation — pun intended

Vacations — how we love them! It’s not just the water which comes in shades that give the colour blue not just a personality, but a soul; it’s not the sand that’s so fine that you’re tempted swim in it; nor does the salty tang of the insistent ocean breeze really explain it.

What really explains it — as my wife and I had dinner, we discussed what we dream of doing before reaching 40, instead of whether we want to watch Star Trek or the Big Bang Theory. Earlier, I saw a bi-weekly reminder on my phone to wash linen; and broke into laughter. Death by a thousand chores can’t reach me here. Given a little distance, the seriousness we accord the smallest details of life while ignoring the broadest strokes looks exactly like it is — ridiculous.

It’s good every now and then to go to the edge of your existence, force yourself to the shoreline of your day-to-day life and look outward. Where you’re free to blank your mind on the void of the sea, or imagine the distant shores you’d set sail for if you could.

Memories from a simpler time

I’m on a gadget clearing spree, and decided to use Apple’s recycling program for my nearly 7 year old Powerbook G4; my first Mac. I haven’t used it in nearly 3 years. To be honest, I was somewhat surprised that it started up almost without any fuss. I’m guessing the battery would’ve run out completely, so I got a warning that the computer’s time was set to 2001, but soon after that, Mac OS X automatically fixed it; I presume I’d activated NTP at some point.

Somehow this Mac felt much more personal to me then than any machine does now; thanks to the cloud and the plethora of machines I have around me, I’m pretty agnostic to my computers these days. I could use my personal Windows laptop or desktop, work on the Linux VM on my desktop, use my Macbook Pro from work or the test Chromebook that Google’s given me; and a lot of mail-checking and news reading is done on my phone. The network connected DVD player in the living room does a lot of music and movie playback. I’m typing this on the better half’s old Macbook, which is also getting to be ‘of a certain age’. Back then, it was all the Powerbook. It was literally the only machine I used for a very long time, for photo editing, movie watching, coding, thesis writing, gaming, DVD-ripping, you name it. On the desktop was evidence of what was probably one of the last things I did on it — designed my wedding card in Photoshop.

I have to give kudos to Apple for designing and manufacturing something that lasted this long. I felt a real pang of nostalgia when I started typing on it — the keyboard of the Powerbook generation handily beats any keyboard Apple or anyone else has designed since, with the possible exception of the Thinkpad keyboards. I really wish they’d bring that design back. The screen too was as good as ever, though the hard drive seemed to be noisier than I remembered and the laptop grew uncomfortably hot after a while.

It’s the software, strangely enough, that hasn’t kept up. I couldn’t find any modern browser that still distributed Mac OS X binaries for G4 chips. None of the circa 2007 browsers that were installed on the machine could run Google+, for example. I suppose I could find a Linux distro that will still compile on a PowerPC platform but sadly enough, these aren’t grad school days and I have other things to do. So back it goes, to the company it came from, in many ways a generation later. I remember once, in jest, calling it “An elegant weapon for a more civilized age” like the lightsaber in Star Wars. That statement rings more true now than it did then.

One more light to be grateful for

His music could pull emotion out of thin air. You would lose your sense of all existence while swaying to ‘Main Nashe Mein Hoon’ and yet, feel your heart weep over the numbingly fragile nature of humanity with ‘Woh Kagaz Ki Kashti’. Truly, without his music, a whole dimension of my life would’ve gone unexplored.

Thank you, Jagjit Singh.

The brightest sparks sometimes fade the soonest

The Shiva Trilogy, Parts 1 and 2

Came across this series while browsing bookstores in India. Thanks to vacation time, I could polish off the first and second parts in four days, just like old times! The first book is titled “The Immortals of Meluha” and the second is “The Secret of the Nagas”. I can’t remember the last time I’ve finished books any faster. Probably during my undergraduate years.

In this fictional twist on history, there were in 1900 BC two main kingdoms established in the Indian subcontinent — the Suryavanshis in the west, in the region we know as the Indus valley; and the Chandravanshis in the valley of the Ganges in the east. South India was home to a civilization of outcasts — the Nagas. In the Himalayan tribes dwelling near Mansarovar lake is born a man — Shiva — who is destined to become a God, the prophecised “destroyer of evil”. The Suryavanshis, whose kingdom and way of life is under attack from mysterious forces, discover Shiva and look to him to be their savior, even as he remains unsure of how exactly he is to fulfill his destiny.

The action and events of the plot are fast paced, even though the descriptions are somewhat threadbare. However, after the travails of going through never-ending series like the Wheel of Time (I’m still struggling through it), I was rather happy to trade verbosity for a plot that actually moves. The first part of the first book feels a little too predictable but the plot soon develops a number of very interesting twists. Through the two books, the focus moves to the fundamental question Shiva was born to answer — what is meant by “Evil”? It is simple to destroy an object, a person, a civilization or a species, but how does one destroy the abstraction of evil?

The book is most interesting for its parallels to, and interpretation of, Hindu philosophy and lore. The question of ‘what is evil’ of course is one such parallel, but there are plenty of others — the nature of Shiva and his family — wife Parvati and son Ganesha; the caste system; the legend of Kashi. Amish Tripathi has managed to spin a fabulously interesting tale, and I look forward to the third part of the trilogy which is probably coming out sometime next year.

The name of the wind, by Patrick Rothfuss

I hadn’t read fantasy fiction in quite a while and decided to give this book a spin based on many recommendations.

The first of a series, the novel is about an accomplished but world-weary magician, Kvothe, who has all but retired and become an innkeeper in an insignificant little town, to all intents and purposes just an ordinary man. Two people know better though, his apprentice, who lives with him; and a story-teller, a Chronicler who comes to seek him and hear his story. Although times are bad, evil is afoot, and dark forces roam the world, most of the book is in fact a flashback, the tale of how young Kvothe was separated from everyone he knew and overcame many a challenge to go and study at the University, a place where many things are taught, including science, history, engineering and magic. Like many fantasy stories, the plot is a variation on the hero’s journey, and our hero makes his way from humble beginnings, has many talents, fights personal enemies and evil forces, struggles with love, exudes a noble spirit and is blessed with friendship.

Told from the point of view of an older man who seems to be incapable of world-saving heroics, however, the story is put in startling perspective. It’s clear that there is no happily-ever-after ending here (not yet, anyway). Young Kvothe’s reminiscing story remains unfinished in the book and will presumably be continued in the next.

Rothfuss has a nice, easy, writing style that really shines out occasionally. The prologue is beautifully written and sets the mood of the novel perfectly. And he’s brilliant at telling stories within stories. Of course, his book is about someone telling a story of his past, but although that story has a very everyday kind of feel and flow, within that story there are characters that tell stories in a dramatic, epic style that is delightful to read. I wished there were more of those, I’ll admit.

Looking forward to the next book.

The myths of innovation, by Scott Berkun

A great book of insights, history and reasoning about the process of innovation. I think Scott Berkun chooses the perfect way to go about describing innovation — debunking the myths and half-truths that have cropped up about it since the term became overly abused in corporate and business communication. The work is far from merely showing the negative though, Berkun shines light on the subject via this process. Debunking the myths is only the first step to get you thinking in the right direction.

There are ten chapters in the book, all of them focused around a specific idea or myth. Many of these ideas are interrelated, however and here are the central ideas that I took from the book.

Innovation is a result of much hard work, not a random epiphany. This is the first chapter but the point is made throughout the book. The ‘epiphany’ to which innovation is often attributed (apple falling on Newton’s head, Archimedes’ eureka moment) is at best the final piece in a large jigsaw puzzle in which assembling the other pieces was hard work, and the puzzle would never be complete without any single missing piece. This goes beyond one person; the book makes a compelling argument that many innovations are the result of the labors of many people who contributed to the field before (standing on the shoulders of giants), as seen so often in science where many revelations were seemingly simultaneously arrived at by people working independently. Moreover, many breakthroughs are often the result of teams rather than individuals.

Seen in the bigger context, innovation follows a densely branched structure rather than a linear path. The histories try to conveniently explain away innovation by means of a simplistic story, but the reality is much more complex. Many innovations happen by accident — Flickr was started originally as an MMORPG before it’s creators realized it would make an amazing photo sharing service by itself. There were many designs for the automobile before Henry Ford’s, running on everything from electricity to steam to gasoline. There is usually a multitude of ideas around a problem that co-exist before one idea wins out and history marks its inventors as innovators. Sometimes, the best ideas don’t win. Adoption of an innovation is subject to cultural, political and economical forces; the QWERTY keyboard is far from the most efficient way to type yet it doesn’t look likely to be replaced with any so-called “better” alternatives.

“Creativity is the child in the park.” One of my favourite quotes from the book, it makes the point that innovation is about experimentation, playfulness, and willingness to examine ideas and throw them away without tiring. It’s important to be broad-minded rather than narrow-minded, to be wiling to adapt and change. One of the hardest-hitting points that Scott Berkun makes is that former innovators are the least likely to recognize innovation in their field even if it’s staring at them in the face, because they believe in their own way so much that they’re blinded to new possibilities. Which is why, time and time again, behemoth-sized companies are regularly beaten by nimbler startups, (think Barnes and Noble vs. Amazon, Nokia vs Apple, Western Union vs Alexander Bell).

The arguments made in the book, though by no means foolproof, are nevertheless compelling, and more importantly, thought provoking. If nothing else, the book gets different circuits buzzing in your brain, and that’s worth every page.

“Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. Begin it now.” — Goethe