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History and Programming Languages

It’s no secret that Will Cuppy is one of my favorite historians. Along with Ambrose Bierce he has a certain way with words, as found in The Decline and Fall of Practically Everybody. Here is how he sums up the pyramids:

The fact is that building a pyramid is fairly easy, aside from the lifting. You just pile up stones in receding layers, placing one layer carefully upon another, and pretty soon you have a pyramid. You can’t help it. In other words, it is not in the nature of a pyramid to fall down…

And then there’s the origins of America

Captain Smith reached Virginia on April 26, 1607, with a number of English gentlemen and some people who were willing to work. Then they all held a meeting to discuss ways and means of civilizing everybody. They made a great many speeches and accused each other of various crimes and misdemeanors and arrested some of themselves as an object lesson, and American history was started at last.

Perhaps my favorite quote of all by Cuppy is in regard to the Aztecs.

Montezuma had a weak and vacillating nature. He never knew what to do next.*
(*He had the courage of his convictions, but he had no convictions.)

I was reminded of this style of humor recently when I read the slightly less prosaic but still curmudgeonly lines of thinking in a blog post from James Iry, an abridged history of programming languages:

1964 – John Kemeny and Thomas Kurtz create BASIC, an unstructured programming language for non-computer scientists.

1965 – Kemeny and Kurtz go to 1964.

[…]

1972 – Dennis Ritchie invents a powerful gun that shoots both forward and backward simultaneously. Not satisfied with the number of deaths and permanent maimings from that invention he invents C and Unix.

Starry Night: Animated

Petros Virellis has spun an update to the famous painting

I did nothing more than to try to visualize the flow and combine it with background responsive music. All the feeling still resides on the original masterpiece. The composed music has a charmolypic mood (a greek word for joy and sorrow as one). The interaction serves only to provide alternative views of the painting. It’s not meant to be used as a “game”.

The programming was made with openframeworks, an open source C++ toolkit for creative coding.

Reminds me of Amiga art with DPaint in 1989

“Only the one who dies, truly lives”

One afternoon in 1990 as I rode in a dusty, bumpy bus over the Himalayas an elderly man told me extracts from his life story. He had rented a scooter in the early 1950s and rode the 10,000 km from India to England, through the Middle East. In England he went to medical school and became a successful doctor.

I asked how he handled his fears through rough terrain and bad weather and he just smiled. “Ahhh, where you see Pakistan today and the dirt roads through Afghanistan…there was no pavement…they were like a dream. It was great to be alive,” he said as he described to me with wistful eyes how a fearless boy could make his way to anywhere in the world back then with only a small engine on two wheels.

It sounded like he was doing in his youth what he thought should come naturally to humans. Sitting next to me in the safety of a bus made him seem uncomfortable or sad; a metal cage on four wheels obviously depressed him. He brightened up again when he described plans to run up the hills to the north of Pokhara in the middle of day.

Mad dogs and Englishmen out in the midday sun” I thought to myself when I next saw him. He was covered in sweat huffing and puffing his way down from the foot of the Annapurna Mountains.

I myself had climbed with difficulty earlier that day through the cool pre-dawn darkness of thick brush and narrow dirt ledges to the Summit of Sarangkot. And I expected to face solace after overcoming my fear and obstacles to reach the top. Instead a group of children had run up ahead of me and played in the warm morning sun as if it were any street or park anywhere in the world. They laughed and yelled “Coke one dollar”. Here is the photo I took of my welcome party.

The little girl is demonstrating how to drink the bottle. Here she is again after I gave her a piggy-back ride and walked with them down to their village.

The old man’s stories, his views on risk, and life in the Himalayas came to mind recently when I saw the trailer for a new documentary called The Highest Pass.

The movie follows a modern motorcycle journey on the highest road in the world. Seven Americans with modern safety equipment and supplies, led by a Yogi named Anand Mehrotra, set out to find and face risk decisions outside their normal comfort zone — from high-altitude and steep, icy cliffs to chaotic Indian traffic.

Anand…bears the burden of a Vedic prophecy that predicts he will die in his late twenties in an accident. He is that age now, yet leads with a fearlessness and wisdom that reminds us that “Only the one who dies, truly lives.”

It looks like a movie about outsiders learning to trust insiders on new perspectives and how to manage risk.

Bush Pilot’s Private Reserve Whiskey

Bush Pilot’s was the best whiskey I ever tasted. It then suddenly and completely disappeared from stores in America around 1998.

I later found a bottle in 2000 on the menu at Skates on the Bay and I begged them, no pleaded, to sell the whole thing to me. They of course refused (claiming regulations) but I don’t think they realised at the time they may have been one of the last known places to have an accessible bottle.

Fortunately I don’t think anyone else realised either because I often went back and always found a bottle of Bush Pilot’s waiting for me. The day it finally was emptied I held a little farewell on the pier. Unfortunately they refused to sell me their empty bottle. It was the laws, again they said, that prevented it.

So then I was left to wonder how such an amazingly smooth 13-year-old corn whisky with hints of oak and vanilla could disappear. I called in friends and family in the search. Distributors, distillers, caterers, all came up empty-handed. One caterer swore he could find anything. But no Bush Pilot’s was found and I gave up hope.

Finally I have answers for Bush Pilot’s demise from CanadianWhiskey.org.

Someone at the St. Louis-based beer giant, Anheuser-Busch, took exception to the name “Bush Pilot’s,” claiming it was too easy to confuse with Busch beer. At first the charges seemed so ludicrous that Smith and Denton just forged ahead. But eventually, realizing that Anheuser-Busch was dead serious about forcing Bush Pilot’s off the market and had the money to do it, they acquiesced. With that decision, Bush Pilot’s soon disappeared from the shelves and a whisky that was a legend in its own time became the Canadian whisky aficionado’s Holy Grail.

What they mean is a big-box corporation was ready to spend a huge amount of money to prove that Americans are unable to distinguish a plant from an airplane.

The big-box probably would not have won the case (pun not intended) on merits but that didn’t matter since they could just threaten the small whiskey brand into financial oblivion from legal fees alone. Such a sad story, it begs the question whether Bushmills, a distillery traced to the 1600s, should force Anheuser-Busch to change its name?

Alas, now the world is without one of the most innovative and best whiskies ever sold. Another sad example of American regulation of food gone awry (pun not intended).


Actual story behind the name:

Marilyn Smith created Bush Pilot’s Private Reserve (BPPR) as a tribute to Fred Johnson, her adventurous industrialist father who started an airline for trips into the Canadian bush. Johnson was a Danish immigrant to America in the late 1800s who worked his way up from nothing to holding numerous patents and running a sizable empire of manufacturing tech firms. His fortunes boomed from the industry demands of WWII, creating Progressive Welder and then Detroit’s “secret concept car builder Creative Industries“.

Just after WWII ended Johnson started a Great Northern Skyways as a hobby (See Creative Industries of Detroit: The Untold Story of Detroit’s Secret Concept Car Builder by Leon Dixon).

It flew from Detroit to remote resorts Johnson built near Ontario’s Blind River for hunting and fishing. Smith recalled her father telling stories of backwoods campfire drinking out of plain bottles of whisky the pilots would bring with them, which became the inspiration for re-creating a whiskey in his honor. A CBC interview from 1963 provides some first-person bush pilot perspective on what life was like.

No radio, no weather reports, and maps were sketchy…just topographical features.

Bob Denton, Smith’s partner, ran an independent spirits company in Michigan and in 1982 he was purchasing bulk Canadian blended whisky when he discovered a cache of well-aged corn whisky at Potter’s distillery in Kelowna, British Columbia. The distiller had produced it to sell to an old Canadian blend yet Denton convinced them he should buy it instead. Denton then bottled it unblended and single batch for Smith’s tribute to her father. In 1994 it was marketed as BPPR by Milton Samuels Advertising, becoming one of the rare whiskeys straight out-of-the-barrel to be bottled at barrel strength.