Sunday, July 02, 2006

This is getting to be a habit

I guess that I'll never make blog history at this paceof updating, but it does afford me a place to rant and rave, so that's good enough for me. So, brother or sister, this is how it is now:

From http://news.yahoo.com/

"By MATT CRENSON, AP National Writer Sat Jul 1, 5:17 PM ET
Whoever it was probably lived a few thousand years ago, somewhere in East Asia — Taiwan, Malaysia and Siberia all are likely locations. He — or she — did nothing more remarkable than be born, live, have children and die.

Yet this was the ancestor of every person now living on Earth — the last person in history whose family tree branches out to touch all 6.5 billion people on the planet today.

That means everybody on Earth descends from somebody who was around as recently as the reign of Tutankhamen, maybe even during the Golden Age of ancient Greece. There's even a chance that our last shared ancestor lived at the time of Christ.

"It's a mathematical certainty that that person existed," said Steve Olson, whose 2002 book "Mapping Human History" traces the history of the species since its origins in Africa more than 100,000 years ago.

It is human nature to wonder about our ancestors — who they were, where they lived, what they were like. People trace their genealogy, collect antiques and visit historical sites hoping to capture just a glimpse of those who came before, to locate themselves in the sweep of history and position themselves in the web of human existence.

But few people realize just how intricately that web connects them not just to people living on the planet today, but to everyone who ever lived.

With the help of a statistician, a computer scientist and a supercomputer, Olson has calculated just how interconnected the human family tree is. You would have to go back in time only 2,000 to 5,000 years — and probably on the low side of that range — to find somebody who could count every person alive today as a descendant.

Furthermore, Olson and his colleagues have found that if you go back a little farther — about 5,000 to 7,000 years ago — everybody living today has exactly the same set of ancestors. In other words, every person who was alive at that time is either an ancestor to all 6 billion people living today, or their line died out and they have no remaining descendants.

That revelation is "especially startling," statistician Jotun Hein of England's Oxford University wrote in a commentary on the research published by the journal Nature.

"Had you entered any village on Earth in around 3,000 B.C., the first person you would have met would probably be your ancestor," Hein marveled.

"It also means that all of us have ancestors of every color and creed. Every Palestinian suicide bomber has Jews in his past. Every Sunni Muslim in Iraq is descended from at least one Shiite. And every Klansman's family has African roots."

It also means that all of us have ancestors of every color and creed. Every Palestinian suicide bomber has Jews in his past. Every Sunni Muslim in Iraq is descended from at least one Shiite. And every Klansman's family has African roots.

How can this be?

It's simple math. Every person has two parents, four grandparents and eight great-grandparents. Keep doubling back through the generations — 16, 32, 64, 128 — and within a few hundred years you have thousands of ancestors.

It's nothing more than exponential growth combined with the facts of life. By the 15th century you've got a million ancestors. By the 13th you've got a billion. Sometime around the 9th century — just 40 generations ago — the number tops a trillion.

But wait. How could anybody — much less everybody — alive today have had a trillion ancestors living during the 9th century?

The answer is, they didn't. Imagine there was a man living 1,200 years ago whose daughter was your mother's 36th great-grandmother, and whose son was your father's 36th great-grandfather. That would put him on two branches on your family tree, one on your mother's side and one on your father's.

In fact, most of the people who lived 1,200 years ago appear not twice, but thousands of times on our family trees, because there were only 200 million people on Earth back then. Simple division — a trillion divided by 200 million — shows that on average each person back then would appear 5,000 times on the family tree of every single individual living today.

But things are never average. Many of the people who were alive in the year 800 never had children; they don't appear on anybody's family tree. Meanwhile, more prolific members of society would show up many more than 5,000 times on a lot of people's trees.

Keep going back in time, and there are fewer and fewer people available to put on more and more branches of the 6.5 billion family trees of people living today. It is mathematically inevitable that at some point, there will be a person who appears at least once on everybody's tree.

But don't stop there; keep going back. As the number of potential ancestors dwindles and the number of branches explodes there comes a time when every single person on Earth is an ancestor to all of us, except the ones who never had children or whose lines eventually died out.

And it wasn't all that long ago. When you walk through an exhibit of Ancient Egyptian art from the time of the pyramids, everything there was very likely created by one of your ancestors — every statue, every hieroglyph, every gold necklace. If there is a mummy lying in the center of the room, that person was almost certainly your ancestor, too.

It means when Muslims, Jews or Christians claim to be children of Abraham, they are all bound to be right.

"No matter the languages we speak or the color of our skin, we share ancestors who planted rice on the banks of the Yangtze, who first domesticated horses on the steppes of the Ukraine, who hunted giant sloths in the forests of North and South America, and who labored to build the Great Pyramid of Khufu," Olson and his colleagues wrote in the journal Nature.

How can they be so sure?

Seven years ago one of Olson's colleagues, a Yale University statistician named Joseph Chang, started thinking about how to estimate when the last common ancestor of everybody on Earth today lived. In a paper published by the journal "Advances in Applied Probability," Chang showed that there is a mathematical relationship between the size of a population and the number of generations back to a common ancestor. Plugging the planet's current population into his equation, he came up with just over 32 generations, or about 900 years.

Chang knew that answer was wrong because it relied on some common, but inaccurate, assumptions that population geneticists often use to simplify difficult mathematical problems.

For example, his analysis pretended that Earth's population has always been what it is today. It also assumed that individuals choose their mates randomly. And each generation had to reproduce all at once.

Chang's calculations essentially treated the world like one big meet market where any given guy was equally likely to pair up with any woman, whether she lived in the next village or halfway around the world. Chang was fully aware of the inaccuracy — people have to select their partners from the pool of individuals they have actually met, unless they are entering into an arranged marriage. But even then, they are much more likely to mate with partners who live nearby. And that means that geography can't be ignored if you are going to determine the relatedness of the world's population.

A few years later Chang was contacted by Olson, who had started thinking about the world's interrelatedness while writing his book. They started corresponding by e-mail, and soon included in their deliberations Douglas Rohde, a Massachusetts Institute of Technology neuroscientist and computer expert who now works for Google.

The researchers knew they would have to account for geography to get a better picture of how the family tree converges as it reaches deeper into the past. They decided to build a massive computer simulation that would essentially re-enact the history of humanity as people were born, moved from one place to another, reproduced and died.

Rohde created a program that put an initial population on a map of the world at some date in the past, ranging from 7,000 to 20,000 years ago. Then the program allowed those initial inhabitants to go about their business. He allowed them to expand in number according to accepted estimates of past population growth, but had to cap the expansion at 55 million people due to computing limitations. Although unrealistic in some respects — 55 million is a lot less than the 6.5 billion people who actually live on Earth today — he found through trial and error that the limitation did not significantly change the outcome with regard to common ancestry.

The model also had to allow for migration based on what historians, anthropologists and archaeologists know about how frequently past populations moved both within and between continents. Rohde, Chang and Olson chose a range of migration rates, from a low level where almost nobody left their native home to a much higher one where up to 20 percent of the population reproduced in a town other than the one where they were born, and one person in 400 moved to a foreign country.

Allowing very little migration, Rohde's simulation produced a date of about 5,000 B.C. for humanity's most recent common ancestor. Assuming a higher, but still realistic, migration rate produced a shockingly recent date of around 1 A.D.

Some people even suspect that the most recent common ancestor could have lived later than that.

"A number of people have written to me making the argument that the simulations were too conservative," Rohde said.

Migration is the key. When a people have offspring far from their birthplaces, they essentially introduce their entire family lines into their adopted populations, giving their immediate offspring and all who come after them a set of ancestors from far away.

People tend to think of preindustrial societies as places where this sort of thing rarely happened, where virtually everyone lived and died within a few miles of the place where they were born. But history is full of examples that belie that notion.

Take Alexander the Great, who conquered every country between Greece and northern India, siring two sons along the way by Persian mothers. Consider Prince Abd Al-Rahman, son of a Syrian father and a Berber mother, who escaped Damascus after the overthrow of his family's dynasty and started a new one in Spain. The Vikings, the Mongols, and the Huns all traveled thousands of miles to burn, pillage and — most pertinent to genealogical considerations — rape more settled populations.

More peaceful people moved around as well. During the Middle Ages, the Gypsies traveled in stages from northern India to Europe. In the New World, the Navaho moved from western Canada to their current home in the American Southwest. People from East Asia fanned out into the South Pacific Islands, and Eskimos frequently traveled back and forth across the Bering Sea from Siberia to Alaska.

"These genealogical networks, as they start spreading out they really have the ability to get virtually everywhere," Olson said.

Though people like to think of culture, language and religion as barriers between groups, history is full of religious conversions, intermarriages, illegitimate births and adoptions across those lines. Some historical times and places were especially active melting pots — medieval Spain, ancient Rome and the Egypt of the pharaohs, for example.

"And the thing is, you only need one," said Mark Humphrys, an amateur anthropologist and professor of computer science at Dublin City University.

One ancestral link to another cultural group among your millions of forbears, and you share ancestors with everyone in that group. So everyone who reproduced with somebody who was born far from their own natal home — every sailor blown off course, every young man who set off to seek his fortune, every woman who left home with a trader from a foreign land — as long as they had children, they helped weave the tight web of brotherhood we all share."

Billions of years old, are we? Not according to mathmatics! Evolved from monkeys? Once again, debunked by a mathematical equation. Do you need any more reason to get along with your neighbor now? Wow. That makes me sound like some tree huggin' liberal doesn't it? Sure it would solve a lot, but since Adam and Eve had two sons, there's always been a murderous plot because of some reason or another. Such is life (and death it seems).

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Too Long

It's been too long since I've even been to this site, much less did an update. I keep getting the updates showing someone is watching, so I guess this is for you.

Here's a quick update for those interested:

I'm now working for Landry's answering calls from stores around the nation. So far, so good.
I've gotten some LED's on the bike now. I'll have to post some pics later.
The house is for sale. If you want to move to NW Houston, $100k will get you in this house.
I've made it through both hurricanes Katrina and Rita with no problems.

Other than that, I am still seeing some things in the news that are rather annoying. Lately, I've noticed that there are several "officials" that speak to the press under anonymity because they weren't supposed to be talking to begin with. Some people just don't know when to shut up.

I've also started to use an airbrush. So far, I've found out that the brush that a friend of mine from work gave me isn't all that great. I'm most likely going to buy a nice one either through ebay or from Bear Air. When I get good enough, I'm going to paint the bike up how I want it.

Well, post a comment if you'd like. It's free to do so.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

10 Years ago

Do you remember where you were 10 years ago? I can tell you exactly where I was. 10 years ago today, I was in Aviano, Italy. To be more precise, I was sleeping in Aviano. I had gotten off work late that morning and after eating dinner (breakfast for everyone else), I headed to my tent to catch some sleep before I had to get up and go exercise at 4:30. At around noon, a friend of mine came by and kicked my cot to wake me up.

Him: "Get up!"
Me: "*%#( off!"
H: "Seriously! Get up! I've got something to tell you. You're from Oklahoma right?"
M: "This had better be good....Yeah...I'm from OK, why?"
H: "Where in OK?"
M: "Just South of OKC. You have a point here?"
H: "Yeah. OKC was just bombed."
M: "Yeah right! What kind of %&%$ you tryin' to pull here?"
H: "No, dude. I'm serious as a heart attack."
M: "Really? Who did it?"
H: "Some terrorist I guess."

From there, I was all business. I grabbed some pants and a shirt and headed for the nearest phone. It took me two days to finally get through. I found out that the Murrah building had been blown away from CNN. They showed the pictures and I knew exactly where they were talking about. My mother worked about 2 blocks away from it. She heard the blast. She felt the blast. She did what everyone else did. She ran towards it hoping to find people alive. Instead of being allowed into the wreckage, she was turned back. My mom, being the stubborn person that she is, decided to help the workers then. She spent more time where they were keeping, feeding, and lodging workers than she did at home or work. If I remember correctly, OKC just plain shut down for awhile. People came out of the wood work to help one another out. Whether it was moving a mountain of a building, or just sitting and chatting with the crews that were cleaning up, people showed up and showed out. Say what you will about which city is the best in your eyes, but the people in OKC will always be the best if I am asked.

After what seemed like an eternity, I was finally able to get in touch with my mother. She explained what had happened, where she was, and that she wasn't hurt. She cut the call short so that she could get back there to help feed everyone.

For awhile, she would hear thunder or a loud noise and nearly jump out of her skin. Memories from the day the bomb went off....

There are few other days where I can remember where I was at a certain time:

OJ Simpson's aquittal (because my daughter was born shortly before this)
The first space shuttle blowing up
9-11
My wedding day
The day my son was born


It's odd how some days stand out more than others. It can be either the best day of your life, or the worst.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Iron Butt Run

There comes a time in everyone's life that they have to do something for stress relief. That time has already occured in my life, but I have yet to remedy the stress. After a friend of mine that I work with half-jokingly suggested that we go on an Iron Butt run to South Carolina, I told him that I was ready to roll. Knowing that I have a place to stay when we get there is just icing on the cake.
A brief overview of what will be happening:

We will have to make 1000 miles in under 24 hours. Sounds insane, but I think that we can do it in under 18.

In preparation for the ride, we have discussed where to stay, what route to take, and still have to plan out mileages for the different bikes considering I'm on a 750 and he's on a Goldwin 1800. Once all the planning is done, the road work will be a go. The best part of all of this is that I am able to buy an aftermarket seat so I'll be able to walk after the ride. I am also going to get some new risers put on so I don't have to lean forward to reach the handlebars any more! I'll post more after I do the ride. It should be a great ride and I'm looking forward to it!

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

What's bothering me today....

More like "What's been steadily making me more and more ill on a day to day basis". Why is it that American's have such a short term memory? Why is it that we all tend to forget what has happened to other people, but won't forget who cut us off? When will people stand up to those who seek to bring terror into our lives?

After being in the USMC, I learned that there are certain codes of conduct that I still live by to this day. If I were to find myself in Iraq or any other place where there is a war, official or not, going on and I was captured, my captors would not have any choice in how I was going to either suffer or die. Would I try to get escape or overpower those that are holding me. Sure, I might get the crap beat out of me. It's possible that I would be killed in an attempt to escape as well. Would I sit around and wait to be executed? Not a chance in..... You know where I'm going with this.

There are two words that still ring in my spririt: "Let's roll." This was spoken by Todd Beamer, one of the doomed passengers on United flight 93. Why is it that there are other's that cannot and will not stand up and do the same. I know that you have family that you are worried about and that they are worried about you as well. Do something so that the world will remember you not as a sheep to slaughter, but as a warrior. I firmly believe that my family would expect no less of me. They know that if I am threatened, I will take some sort of action. If I am to meet my maker, I plan on going out with a fight.

History lesson:
This country was founded on the premise that we could all come together as a people and celebrate any religion that we wished. Mention God or the bible now in public and be threatened with a lawsuit. Speak what you will about what you believe and be held accountable in a court of law because you hurt someone else's civil rights to believe what ever they want. If you aren't in the minority, you don't have a voice any longer. This is both good and bad. Soon, I as a Christian, will be in a severe minority for what I believe. Sooner that you or I can imagine is my guess. Bash me, trash me, call me names....Do what ever you like. Come near me and take your chances that I will offer you the knowledge that I have of who I know God to be. Or come as a threat and know that I will fight for that which I believe. Please note the order that I place these in. I have always been one to offer a friendly hand over that of a closed fist. Even before I became a Christian, I was like this. Now that I am who I am, it makes more sense.

I beg you that call yourselves Christians to look at that which is happening around you. The end is nigh. I know that we have all heard it before, but go take a look at what has transpired since last October. Since Arafat died, the EU has now moved to invoke a constitution. What's next? Simple: A president. Just like the US, the EU is going to vote a president. Unlike the US, the EU president will be the antichrist. Pack your bags Mable. It's going to get rough for us.

I have started noticing that there are more people against me that there were for me. It's happening in my family as well. Just yesterday, my daughter asked some former friends of hers if they believed in the principle of "love thy neighbor". This is after they had slapped her. Their response was an overwhelming "no" to say the least. Not only did they insult her, but they also persecuted her for believing what she believes. She's an easy target for them and they know it. Such is life as an Apostolic. We are a peculiar people.

My thoughts on becoming involved in Iraq as someone that is there to work for the betterment of a nation? Be prepared to die for your cause. There are those that would rather have your blood in the name of a false god than to have a better life for themselves and those around them. I wish you all the best for what you are doing and a safe passage home should you end up in Iraq.

Monday, December 13, 2004

Pro Sports salaries

So lately I've been wondering what exactly makes a pro sports figure worth $100 million plus. Last I checked, they were playing a game. You remember games, right? Stuff like backyard or in the street baseball with a whiffle ball so you didn't break the neighbor's windows (again). Or maybe some Nerf football in the vacant lot across the street. Nevermind that it was overgrown with a couple of feet of grass. One of us was there with a lawnmower to tackle that problem. But we seldomly tackled one another during the game. If we did, we expected to be tackled on the next play regardless of who had the ball. Basketball was played at the persons house that had a goal put up. If nobody had a goal, we hiked up to the nearest school. The nearest school to us was a mile away if you didn't walk over the exposed pipe that spanned the creek. After you walked over it, you always felt relief that you didn't fall in. Oh, did I mention that this was when you were all of 10 to 15 years old?

Back on track here now that I've wandered down memory lane....

How is it that we don't see these sports figures as outrageous? I recently read where a basketball player was set to make $136 million over the next seven years. Math time!! 136 million divided by 7.....19.4 million per year. To play basketball. Roughly 89 games in a season means that his player makes $218,000 per game. Sick. Even if I decide to get a Masters in computers, I would be lucky to see that amount of money per year!

On to how much Houston's arena cost....

To start with, the arena had a budget of $175 million. That excluded several other projects that went with the arena, but rather than list them all here, why not take a look at their official web site here. Even with that type of budget, money man listed above could have bought the arena himself. If he decided to go in halves with another player, he could have bought it inside a year without having to save for it. Just for arguments sake, I say we allot him $10 million to live on for the year. He still would have fallen just short of the $175 million by a mere $49 million. I'm sure that if he would consider making a couple of endorsements from Nike or maybe even Pizza Hut, he could have been able to afford the place on his own. With $10 million left over to live on. Sheesh. How rough could it be?

Then, instead of being able to go see the game for a decent price, the people that helped fund the new arena are now having to pay through the nose to go watch a game. OK, so I admit that I could go watch a game for $10. I had better bring something to stem the flow of blood from being at such a high altitude though. And I had also better pack something like a pair of binoculars so that I can see these guys that are all over 6 foot tall. Granted, I don't like basketball. But even if I did, I still would not have decided to spend that much money on a place that I will most likely not visit.

In lieu if paying some 6' plus tall guy to entertain me, why not use his annual salary to pay for some better schooling for my kid or buy some equipment for my brothers in Iraq? Imagine what would happen to our armed forces if we decided to put half as much money towards training them as we do to pay all the sports figures in America. Forget being bad to the bone! We would be unstoppable and would have less injuries and deaths from fighting! Is it so much to ask? I know that the common in the phrase "common sense" is highly uncommon these days. But how much better should we treat ourselves, kids, teachers, military, and others before we start treating athletes like royalty? This isn't a slam on basketball only. I think that people who play any professional sport should be limited in what they earn. It's a sport after all. Believe it or not, we could do without them putting on a show for us every week.

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

It's been awhile..

So here are some things that are being mulled over in my head:

In no particular order, I have been pondering personal weight loss, my mom's third marrige, pro sport's figures salaries and responsibilities, the US government taking things too far, my wife's dad who I met for the first time since we've been married (going on 12 years, WOOHOO!), a new Yamaha Roadstar Silverado, my Honda ACE 750, and lastly making some cash on the side.

Whew! That's a lot to think about! In order to get things in perspective, I plan on letting everyone that happens to stop by take a look in my head and tell me what they think by posting more info about the above items. Ready? Too bad! Here I go:

So. After reading a few of the listed items, I can see where there are a few of them that are related to one or more in the list of things. Take for instance the weight loss and wedding. My wife took several pictures at the wedding of me and my son in tuxedos. White coats, red ties, black vests, and black pants were the order of the day. After reviewing the pictures, I noticed that I looked more like the Stay Puffed Marshmallow man. This has lead me to believe that I need to get up off my fat butt and do something to get back to some semblance of a fighting weight. Now...What to do? I'm thinking that I might have to go back to basics and see how that treats me.

Although I can't think of a good segue to keep a good flow of thoughts here, I'm sure there is one out there. So until I can find it, I'm going to continue on like I did find it. If I have tricked you into following along this far, my segue has worked! Now, onto the government issue. I have recently learned that our freedom of speech is going to be more limited. This will include what can and can't be said across a church pulpit. Starting in January, it will be officially illeagal to preach against sin. You can preach the love of Jesus, but you can't say what you think or biblicly know to be true any longer. This means that any preaching against gay and lesbianism is right out. It's to be considered a hate crime now. What a crock of crap! Fair warning here, I'm 110% against any "alternative lifestyle" that is out there. This means that if you are gay or are a lesbian, I cannot and will not condone your choice of lifestyle. I will, however, continue to love you as a person regardless of your choice. Confused yet? Let me explain: Hate the sin, love the sinner. I am not homophobic. If I were, I would not have been able to work in some of the places I have worked. I would not be able to call some people that I have worked with friends any longer. This is as absurd as the "alternative lifestyle" that is being allowed to happen. I have a hard time believing that you are born with a "gay gene". Anyhow, back to the main point here. The government is now able to send in a spy to make sure that preachers are not offending anyone and complying with the patriot act. More to come on this one because I haven't had a chance to read over this and would be making an uninformed opinion rather than finding fact. On with the show!

To let you know how this ties in with my wife's dad, he is a staunch believer that the government is out to get him. How much is he aware of this you ask? When we went shopping for a new wedding set for the wife and I, we went to a store in the local area here and were greeted at the door by a man that I assumed was the manager. He welcomed us in and gave his name and a handshake to everyone there. This included my wife, both kids, myself, and my father in law. As he was shaking our hands, we introduced ourselves by giving him our name as well. Common courtesy dictates this as just good manners. But the 'common' has fallen out of 'courtesy' just as fast as it has fallen out of 'sense' so it seems these days. When it came time for my dad in law to give his name, he chose to give his initials instead. Sheesh. Talk about a trust issue! Sadly, he might be on to something there when the patriot act goes into full effect and people start getting detained for no apparent reason. This time I mean it: On with the show!

After getting a flat on the scooter the other day, I ended up at the Yamaha dealer. Long story short, get some sort of towing insurance with your bike. I say this because the tow was $45 alone. The grand total was $128.46 for parts, labor, and tow. Ouch. This is what happens after you run over a screw in your companies parking lot. Job hazards suck! Anyhow, after waiting all day on the tow truck guy, we get it to the dealership right as they are closing. After talking to the after market parts manager, he shows me a beautiful bike. With my wife sitting there waiting on me, he fires it up. Yup. Love at first sight (and sound)! The bike itself is black and white with white wall tires, a windshield, and DG HardKrome 3" straight pipes. Wow. 1700 cc's of thumping goodness! One look towards my wife tells me "Ain't no way, fat boy!" &$$^%&*$!!!!!

So, the next day, I get off of work early and head back over to the dealership after picking up my bike at lunch. Why did I go back? Simple! I had yet to sit on this beauty nor did I know how much dosh they were asking for it. I should have never sat on it. Man that thing is comfy! And priced at $11,300, I nearly signed papers that day. That would have been the end of me for sure! I am officially in lust with this new bike. I'm kicking myself to find a way to make an extra 6-7k so I can go buy it. Maybe I can take a part time job at Mickey D's after the holidays to make the payments. Let's do the math real quick: I will be needing to make about $175 extra per month to cover the bike and insurance. Hmmm...At minimum wage minus taxes, that's only....40 extra hours of work per month. So if I give up all riding time on Saturdays, I could theoretically make my payments by working 10 hour shifts. Hmmm...Somehow, I think that I can do without. Maybe not do without, but live without. For the moment, that is. On a more positive note, my wife tells me that if I can make $60k per year, I can go pick up the bike as soon as the first paycheck comes in. Anyone need a geek at their disposal? $60k and I'm yours!