Sound of Silence and Higher Quality Xylophoning

Today I released Sound of Silence on my YouTube channel Xylo-A-Day, there should be a link to the channel in the sidebar if you want to give the channel a look.

When I started that channel I figured it would be tough to do a song everyday. It was. There is an entire period where I was out of town and then sick and didn’t make a video. But even before that, it was tough to play a song everyday. When I tried to stockpile songs, the songs I would choose would be too tough to sight read (which is how I end up producing most of those videos). Sometimes the recording would be too loud, sometimes it would be too soft, the xylophone wouldn’t be sitting on the stand right, the resonators would make a crackling sound because they aren’t sitting right, or any number of other inconveniences.

Finally though, most of those problems are solved. I found a book with simpler, but still catchy melodies that I could sight read and stockpile. I was able to keep the resonators still so they wouldn’t crackle. I figured out the perfect (close-enough) microphone level, and I can keep it there between sessions. Everything is starting to look up for the channel.

So what’s next?

First, I changed the layout of the channel, so it now looks more professional. I added some nice looking channel art (or at least nice for the time being). I made a twitter account which has a link in the sidebar of this blog and the channel on the YouTube channel. I am going to start adding more professional and longer pieces like Sound of Silence. I also intend on starting to do theme weeks where I play from a certain soundtrack for a whole week.

I don’t really have any other plans for the time being, it is just exciting that I have gotten this far. I can’t wait to see what that channel turns into this coming year.

 

 

I Conquered Far Cry 2

This isn’t an achievement to be proud of.

Far Cry 2 is a first-person action shooter created by Ubisoft in 2008. It is set in Africa and features militias, rust, malaria, and long driving sequences. Most people say this game isn’t that good, I’ll put my input on that later. But as far as the facts go there has been two major installments of Far Cry since this game and both of them received better ratings for their well-polished mechanics.

The supporters claim that the game is like Dark Souls and requires a large amount of skill. Their reasoning is that the game’s mechanics don’t reward the player, I agree. There really isn’t a single mechanic in the game that rewards the player, it’s more like you play as Sisyphus and your upgrades just make the boulder a pound lighter, it just technically helps. That said I don’t agree with the supporters, these mechanics aren’t tough, they are tedious.

The game feels needy, it is fully aware there is no actual content. I’ll describe each mechanic 2 ways, from the supporter and detractor side, and then explain my playthrough.

There is malaria:
Supporter – It adds immersion, the player can’t actually forget that they are sick, even in the middle of a firefight.
Detractor – It adds annoyance, the mechanic is just hitting a button every 30 minutes to take a pill.

There is no fast travel:
Supporter – It adds immersion, the player has to truck their way through the Saharan Africa and fight everything on the way.
Detractor – *PERSONAL INTERJECTION WARNING* The cars drive slowly and are made of paper. The map is massive and is filled with the same hostile enemies that keep respawning.

Weapons rust:
Supporter – It adds immersion, you have to keep making sure your weapon is alright.
Detractor – Make sure that after every mission you just grab a new gun, not hard just adds more drive time. More drive time is less fun time, more annoyance.

There is stealth:
Supporter – It adds immersion. You get to choose the time of day to attack. You get to scout out the camp. You get sneak around and stealth kill.
Detractor – Nope. The moment any of the enemies detect you, it is over. If they hear rustling in the bush they all start shooting. Enemies can see you through any sort of foliage, readily equipped with laser vision.

I don’t remember how long it took me to beat the game, but it was definitely too long. 75% of my playthrough was me in transit. Not experiencing action filled camp raids. Not driving fast or feeling cool about my turning capabilities. Only driving in semi-straight lines. Sometimes my car would break down too and I would walk.

Beyond this the gameplay that every considered as super hard was not even a challenge once you understand how dumb and weak the enemies are. Sure I won’t deny that if you walked into camps with a machine gun or assault rifle and tried to mow down the enemies then the game would probably be pretty challenging. This wasn’t the experience I had with the game.

I walked into every camp with a pistol, a sniper rifle, and a shotgun. The first guns that are available. I was unstoppable, the guns were all one hit kills at their respective ranges (The pistol covering all the ranges under the sniper rifle). I never experienced the good stealth mechanics of the game, just walk in, head shot everything, and walk out. It didn’t matter the time of day, it didn’t matter whether it was raining (supposedly those are both game changers).

The game was just a driving simulator where my pit stops were just ever so slightly more interesting than the driving gameplay. There was no hardcore element, there was no interesting gameplay, just driving.

Fermat: The World’s Greatest Troll

This handsome man is the great Pierre De Fermat. Born in the 17th century, he was a lawyer by day and a mathematician by night. What’s interesting about Fermat though is that he is increasingly more notable in the math world than he is in the law world.

He didn’t publish much, if anything, but he was included in some of the day’s math circles. So he was rubbing elbows with the best of the best and yet he was just a hobbyist mathematician. In fact, if he published some of his work, we might have actually ended up calling the 2d plane we know as the Cartesian plane (after Rene Descartes) the Fermatian plane.

Still though, none of this matters in comparison to what he was immortalized for.

First, picture this. You are sitting in your living room reading your book for English class and you have a discussion tomorrow so you are writing anything you find interesting into the margins of the book. You know, when you realize that this passage infers that Hamlet is completely ego-driven, or that this passage proves that Atticus Finch is the epitome of morality, or that this sentence proves that the monster from Frankenstein is all in Victor’s head. Specifics don’t matter since this is just an example but I hope it’s pretty easy to imagine, everyone in their lifetime has probably written something into the margins of a book.

Now Fermat is like everybody else. He was reading his copy of Arithmetica and he came across something he thought was interesting:

X2 + Y2 = Z2

And well, he decided to make note of a great thought he had in the margin. He wrote something along the lines of:

It is impossible to separate a cube into two cubes, or a fourth power into two fourth powers, or in general, any power higher than the second, into two like powers. I have discovered a truly marvelous proof of this, which this margin is too narrow to contain.

I’ll break down what he is saying and give you some background.

X2 + Y2 = Z2

What you see above is many things, but you probably know it as the Pythagorean Theorem. What’s more interesting about this is that there is an infinite amount of integers (non-decimal) numbers that can satisfy this. If you have taken Geometry you know these to be Pythagorean Triples. Stuff like:
3,4,5
9,16,25
5,12,13
Essentially, you can keep having these all the way into infinity. That means you can keep going and get larger sets like:
77893200, 128189952, 150000048

What Fermat is saying though is that it doesn’t hold true for any power greater than 2. There is no sets that can satisfy:
X3 + Y3 = Z3
X4 + Y4 = Z4
X5 + Y5 = Z5
X6 + Y6 = Z6
X1000 + Y1000 = Z1000

There is no combination of 3 non-decimal numbers AT ALL that can be put into those equations above and have them be true.

What’s so great about that? Well the second part of his margin note is his claim to have a proof that shows it, it just can’t fit into the margin. Oh and by the way it’s “truly marvelous” too.

It also couldn’t be found at all.

That’s right, Fermat wrote in the margin of his math textbook that he has one of the best proofs ever and doesn’t have the proof to back it up.

The thing is though, Fermat is completely right, and everyone knew it. The whole math community knew it. But the tough thing about math is that no work or conjecture has any value without a proof. Everything you learn in class has already been brought through lines and lines of formalized logic that satisfies the math community’s strict no-failing case standards.

So this became known as Fermat’s Last Theorem (even though this technically wasn’t his last theorem, it’s just that it was found way after he died) and it became unsolved for a whopping 400 years. Sure some people solved certain cases but nobody created a general proof that would hold true for every case.

It wasn’t until the 1990s that it was fully proved.

The implications of this are simple. Fermat, the man who wrote one of the greatest problems in the margin of his textbook, also claiming to have solved it, is the world’s greatest troll.

Typing Confidently

“You have undertaken to cheat me. I won’t sue, for the law is too slow. I’ll ruin you.”
-Business letter
-Typeracer Quote

This isn’t supposed to be a braggadocios post but my typing speed is a solid 70 WPM. Really in the grand scheme of things that isn’t that impressively fast. Yet, in comparison to my typing speed and accuracy 1 year ago, this is insanely fast.

To give some backstory, I am a computer science major so I have the need to type and interact with computers constantly. My typing speed was a whopping 40, without punctuation. Believe me, 70 isn’t super fast, but 40 is definitely slow.

In high school I knew this very well because my brother was a pianist and also a nerd, so he had a good typing speed. I tried once to increase my typing speed but I was in a programming class and reworking my whole technique was going to hinder my bad typing technique even further. I wasn’t willing to take the short term loss for long term gains.

This went on, and I knew my typing was crap, but I had no desire to change that anytime soon. And then… one day I walked into class and saw a teacher type and said, “You know what? Today is the day that I start learning to type better!”

So from there I went to typing.com (Not a sponsor). I went through most all of their lessons, and learned how to use proper technique, which is definitely the backbone to fast typing. This took a while to get through the lessons and feel confident. The rest was just practice.

The place where I practice my typing is typeracer.com (Still not a sponsor). Maybe there is a way to increase your typing speed super fast… I don’t know it. All typeracer does is give you quotes to type, so for me the process is simple:

  1. Go to Typeracer
  2. Type a bunch of quotes
  3. Repeat

The trick to typeracing is to not worry about racing, just worry about typing the passage as fast as possible. I still lose plenty of races, I don’t let this bother me though, because at the end of the day all I am trying to do is improve myself.

If you want to know how many passages I have typed on typeracer, as of this post it somewhere around 2900. The quote listed above is definitely my favorite.

Xylophone and the Next Great Endeavor

It’s storytime boys and girls so buckle up.

When I was in high school, I was in fact a band nerd. More than that, I was a percussionist, so I played everything that wasn’t a wind instrument. And even more detailed, I mainly practiced mallet instruments. If you remember the little toy multi-color xylophone you played with as a child, then imagine that but 10x bigger, that is what I played in band.

I was in band for 6 years and during that time I had the opportunity to get pretty decent at vibraphone, marimba, and xylophone. Then when I graduated from high school and I went to college I had the opportunity to be in college band. I decided against it though because I really wanted to focus on my degree rather than still be the band kid I had been for the past few years of my life.

This decision has filled me with just a little bit of regret ever since.

Mallet instruments aren’t cheap. Because of that the only realistic way I could have kept practicing and playing would be by playing in the college band. And since I hadn’t been in college band I haven’t been able to play… until recently a very strange thing happened.

A month or so ago I was at work and I was talking to one of my co-workers about high school band. If you want to know what the easiest most fluid subject you can talk about to any band kid, it is band. Turns out my co-worker was a band kid, and he played euphonium, he then asked what I played. I explained to him that I was a percussionist and I mainly played the mallet instruments, and how I really wish I was still playing but those instruments cost a lot of money so I don’t play anymore.

This is where it gets interesting. Once I explained what I used to play he told me how his dad was a band director and percussionist. Then he went on to say that he thinks there might actually be one in his garage that he is trying to get rid of and if so, I could have it.

Turns out, that is exactly what happened. A couple of weeks ago he handed me the frame and keys and resonators to a xylophone and explained that there wasn’t a stand for it. That’s fine, I can easily build it.

And with that I built the frame.

And when the frame was built I put it into my closet (which is surprisingly spacious).

And now I have a xylophone I can readily practice on and hopefully master, which brings me to my next big endeavor.

For at least the rest of Summer starting next week I am going to try to upload a video a day of xylophone. All the videos are probably going to be short melodies that I’m getting from a book of melodies, and hopefully by the end of Summer I will be much better than I am now. The link to that YouTube channel is here.

It’s a strange thing, because I know if I was watching a movie and this happened to the protagonist I would be in utter disbelief and probably call the movie unrealistic. But here I am now, the newest owner of a xylophone.

Weekend at Psychopath’s

Bernie Lomax would be the perfect host except for one small thing… He’s Dead. His two psychopathic employees try to still have a party once they find his dead body.

Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoyed watching Weekend at Bernie’s. It’s funny, it’s goofy, it’s charming, it’s a late 80’s early 90’s classic. The thing is though, it’s not quite right.

If you haven’t seen Weekend at Bernie’s I would suggest doing so, it is a pretty funny movie and as weird as it is you will definitely get a laugh. That said, if you have no intention of seeing the movie and would rather read my plot synopsis and critique then be my guest.

The plot is essentially this:

  1. Two accountants find a 2 million dollar inconsistency in the ledger.
  2. They take it up to their boss, who is the reason for this inconsistency (unknown to them)
  3. Their boss, Bernie Lomax, invites them to his beach house to kill them
  4. The mobsters that Bernie works for decides to kill Bernie instead (don’t worry, there are reasons, not particularly great reasons, but reasons)
  5. The two employees show up and find their boss dead
  6. Instead of reporting it to the police, they decide to relax at his beach house for a weekend and slap some shades on Bernie so nobody thinks he is dead.
  7. A bunch of scenes where the mob is confused about Bernie still being alive
  8. A dead body defeats the mob

Now here is where it gets weird. Who in their right minds would see a dead body and go, “Oh, let’s hang out with that dead body and keep throwing parties and have a great weekend.”? Psychopaths, that’s who.

What does the movie do to justify this behavior? Glad you asked. It defines the two characters by two different things. One of them is just trying to have a relaxing and enjoyable weekend at a beach house and is defined by his erratic behavior the entire movie. The other character seems completely normal, hard working, middle-class American male, who would be very likely (as in actually attempts) to report a dead body when he sees one.

So when it finally comes time and the scene happens where they see the dead body, the erratic one immediately sees the body as a ticket to having chilling in a beach house and throwing parties all weekend, AKA complete detachment from death. The other protagonist acts accordingly, kind of.

The normal(ish) protagonist tries to hold up an argument of morality by suggesting (as he should) that they shouldn’t defile a dead body for a weekend of fun at a dead man’s beach house. What this protagonist learns though is that the girl of his dreams just happens to also be at that beach and quickly changes his position to that of his friend.

The whole movie plays it off as a lighthearted comedy. As they continue to fling around the dead body they can’t stop making dead person jokes, which although in any other context would be tasteless, actually appears pretty funny. All in all, the movie does a good job about hiding the morbid fact that it is about two psychopaths who would stop at nothing to have a fun weekend.

Just remember if you watch it, take a step back and think. Do you know of anyone who would fake a dead body being alive to hang out at a beachfront house and party for a weekend? If so here is my wise words of advice, DO NOT DIE AROUND THEM.