I just stumbled upon an article which claims "Magenta Ain’t A Colour." The author makes this claim based upon the fact that there is no specific frequency in the visible light spectrum that corresponds to magenta. She then states that magenta is basically the brain attempting to make sense of light coming from both ends of the spectrum at once by "inventing" a new color. "Magenta has no wavelength attributed to it, unlike all the other spectrum colours," she claims. " The light spectrum has a colour missing because it does not feel the need to ‘close the loop’ in the way that our brains do."

Well, by that logic, brown isn’t a color, either. Where’s brown on the spectrum? I don’t know, either. But, I think we can all agree that this site is brownish, right? Well, look closely at your monitor. You’re actually seeing a mixture of red, green, and blue light. The retina contains three types of cells, called cone cells, that are each sensitive to a different range of wavelengths. One type is most sensitive to yellowish-green, that fluorescent-looking color that has been adopted by some street signs and fire engines. Another is most sensitive to blue-green, and the third is most sensitive to purplish blue. Among them, they can sense any wavelength of light in the visible spectrum… rather like your computer monitor in reverse.

But what does this have to do with magenta? Well, find something printed in color, such as a photo in a magazine, and look closely at it. Use a magnifying glass if you have to. You’ll see not solid colors, but a pattern of dots. Each dot is most likely one of four colors: black, yellow, cyan or magenta. Each of these inks were chosen for color printing since each ink’s pigment absorbs a certain part of the spectrum (as opposed to emitting it as your computer monitor does) and when printed in different proportions, different combinations of wavelengths of light are reflected from the printed page.

So we sense magenta, and every other color, as a stimulation of the three types of cone cells in a particular proportion. In that sense, all colors, even pure yellow-green, blue-green, and purplish blue, are inventions of the brain. In this light, the idea that a color may consist of one and only one wavelength of light just seems nonsensical.

Some diseases are so awful that they must be spoken of in whispers, lest the speaking of their names somehow summon them. Other diseases are so infamous that they’ve even earned an article: The Flu, The Common Cold. And a very few are both…

Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me with
The replicantosis
Cause: cursed amulet
Symptoms: steam whistling from ears, extreme suicidal thoughts, bendy arms
Cure: Kryptonite
Enter your name, for your own diagnosis:

Via TitanKT.

Because he could kill you with a tray if he so chose.

Now Reading: Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson

Just Finished: Crypto by Steven Levy

Crypto was an examination of consumer cryptography from its genesis in the Sixties to the present. This is mostly the story of Public Key cryptography, in which a user generates two keys. As one might guess, the public key is distributed to the public, and the private key is kept secret. Any message encrypted with the public key can be decrypted by the private key and vice-versa. Such messages can also include keys for traditional Symmetric Key cryptography, which is faster but requires that both parties share the same secret key. Another use of the public key system is to digitally sign plaintext messages. This is usually done by passing the message through a mathematical hash function, which produces a very long number which can be though of as the message’s fingerprint. Encrypting the hash with one’s private key allows anyone with access to the corresponding public key to verify the integrity of the message.

This technique was actually invented about thirty years ago, and began to appear in commercial products in the Eighties. But it wasn’t until the dot-com era of the Nineties that it gained real recognition, for this is what enabled secure e-commerce over the Internet.

The book was well written, but I felt that it lacked the real historical revelation that I experienced when I read the author’s other book, Hackers. Still, it was informative and interesting.

Do you ever wonder whether you’re having a lucky day or an unlucky day?

This morning, I was cleaning out the big closet. Back before I moved in, I was told it was a "walk-in" closet. Since then, there have only been a few times that I’ve ever been able to walk all the way into it. I decided it was about time for spring cleaning, so I began mining my way into its depths.

I was showing somebody an old scanner and talking about X-Y tables, when suddenly, the light fixture detached itself from the ceiling and plunged downwards, just barely grazing past me, before shattering against the floor!

Clearly, it could only have been the work of a ghost, one that was somehow angered by my talk of X-Y tables.

Well, despite my close brush with supernatural agencies, I was able to fill four big boxes with e-waste, which I will take to the recyclers, er… "soon." Until then, I’ve put the boxes back into the closet, which means that it is still not cleaned out. In fact, the only difference seems to be that the junk is now in a different configuration, and the entire mess is now lit by the harsh glare of a bare bulb. Another job well done!

Once I got done with that, I thought I’d clean up my work bench. After a bit of sorting and tidying, I thought I’d turn off the fluorescent light. Well, there are two ways to do that. The easy way is to push the little glowing button on the power strip… which turns everything else off, too. Not very convenient if one has batteries to charge, etc. The other way is to kind of reach back behind the objects that don’t have anywhere else to go (on account of the closet being full of junk) and then unplug the lamp from the socket. Ahh, you see where this is going, don’t you?

ZURRRRRRCHHH!

Fortunately, the worst that happened was that all those objects that didn’t have anywhere else to go suddenly found themselves going elsewhere. The floor, in this case. I was thus left with yet another mess to clean up as a result of even daring to clean up the original mess.

But despite all that, and despite the helicopter even now circling the neghborhood (which I insist that I know absolutely nothing about), I don’t really feel that it’s been a particularly lucky or unlucky day… just an interesting one.

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