Monthly Archives: June 2009

The Korean War Project

Among the most dedicated, selfless, and important projects I have encountered in the last few years is the Korean War Project.

It is the work of Ted Barker, the son of a soldier who fought in Korea.

I have yet to see a word out of place — or a thought unexpressed — as Mr. Barker has demonstrated by each and every post his dedication to honoring those who fought with his father in Korea.

I first became aware of this site a few years back. I was at the Bat Mitzvah of a family member when, sitting at a table, I struck up a conversation with the gentlemen sitting near me.

His name was Lou Colangelo. I learned that he had gone ashore as a soldier in the U.S. Army in late 1942 in North Africa, and had been engaged in combat almost continuously until April 1945. Among his last actions was the crossing of a lake in Austria, near the Italian border, using a DKW amphibious craft. He was commended in battle for his heroism by William Orlando Darby, founder of Darby’s Rangers, the forerunner of the US Army Rangers, one of America’s greatest fighting forces. Col. Darby was killed within an hour by an artillery shell. He was the only officer to be posthumously promoted to General in WWII.

Mr. Coangelo informed me that one of his cousins had been among the first American soldiers to die in Korea, in theBattle of the Pusan Perimeter.

I first encountered the Korean War Project via a web search, and entered the name of Mr. Colangelo’s cousin in an entry on the site.

I was born in early December of 1944, and so played no role in the fighting of WWII. Because of my age, and my interest in that war, I was witness to the way in which the media, notably in the form of movies, decided to honor those who did fight in that war.

For example, among my earliest memories is the movie The Steel Helmet. Released in 1951, I saw it before I was seven years old. Looking back, I see it was an anti-war movie in a profound sense, as it captured both the dedication — and the insanity — of soldiers drawn into battle by a cause for which they were willing to give their lives.

The director of the movie, as I learned decades later, was Samuel Fuller, who was the director of the movie The Big Red One, about the First Infantry Division. Starring Lee Marvin in his finest role, the film continues the random nature of war first described by Fuller two decades earlier in “The Steel Helmet.”

The Korean War was perhaps the most unusual of America’s wars. We engaged in it almost by chance, since the Russians chose to sit out the key meeting of the United Nations at which Pres. Harry Truman offered the assistance of our armed forces in defending Korea.

Though unusual in its origin, the Korean War resulted in much of the finest fighting ever done to defend our country, notably in the battles around the Chosin Reservoir. Though I consider David Halberstam to be the finest writer of his generation, I deem the accounts of the fighting given in the work of James Brady, one-time editor of Women’s Wear Daily, to be superior.

The Korean War as fought not only by Americans but by Koreans who were equally willing to go into harm’s way to defend their country.

They differ from us not in their courage but by their modesty. For example, for well over a decade I have had the pleasure of watching an elderly Korean couple, the parents of a fellow employee at IBM Research, walk every day to take their exercise. I learned only recently that the father was once a senior academic in a major Korean University, yet I know him only as a person who has *always* taken the time to share a welcoming thought and wish me and my family a happy day.

Would that are allies were always so gracious, courageous, and kind.

It thus comes as no surprise that perhaps the most courageous person I have never met was also Korean.

That would be SSgt. Kyu Hyuk Chae, the subject of many — yet too few — posts in this blog. His example of integrity and courage is so great that I find it hard to write about him without shedding a tear — as I have just done while writing this post — in his memory.

In conclusion, I ask that my fellow open-source developers extend whatever help they can muster to assist Mr. Barker in his noble mission.

The St. Clair McKelway Test

In my previous post, , I posted some photos of the obituary of A. J. Llebling — the namesake of this blog — written by Tom Wolfe. Now a famed novelist and writer, Wolfe was then — in late 1963 — a young reporter for the New York Herald Tribune.

I just revisited this post, and on viewing the photos I posted of Wolfe’s work I noticed the name St. Clair McKelway!

Aside from A.J. himself, Mr McKelway was among my favorite writers from the New Yorker.

I suspect that not one in 10,000 or so working journalists would know his name.

I knew that Tom Wolfe was good, but I didn’t appreciate that Wolfe – or his editors at the Trib — were that good.

To include St. Clair in Liebling’s obituary was both an act of brilliance and a demonstration of profound understanding.

If you have ever read St. Clair’s work then please post a comment.

I’ll pay the bar tab if we ever meet, and I do hope we do so as soon as possible, so we can jointly pay tribute to Colonel Stingo.

Fun is fun, but this is serious business.

Good writers deserve recognition.

The Wayward Press: Tom Wolfe’s Obituary for A. J. Liebling in the New York Herald Tribune, December 1963

While rummaging through some old documents I came across a copy of the obituary for A. J. Liebling written by Tom Wolfe. Now a famed novelist and writer, Wolfe was then a young reporter for the New York Herald Tribune. This copy was the gracious gift of Harold Rosenberg, a legendary sportswriter in New York in the 40’s and 50’s. I met him at a family gathering of my college roommate, Robert “Buzz” Bernstein, back in the 60’s. I had mentioned my interest in him, and Mr. Rosenberg said that Wolfe had written A.J’s obituary for the Trib. He then volunteered to dig up a copy from the Trib’s “morgue” , which I received a few weeks later. [1]

Mr. Rosenberg was — as is almost always the case with experienced journalists — a wonderful man. He later was the chief publicist for the New York Jets in their early days. I regret that I met him only this one time.

Journalists are among the least-appreciated craftsmen in our society. They dedicate their lives to learning how to tell stories in simple prose. We take their artistry for granted.

As a professional programmer I regret deeply that the writing of code is now deemed more valuable than the writing of journalists.

Reporters, like skilled programmers, are a dwindling breed.

I fear we shall appreciate the important role of journalists only when their craft has become a lost art, as the internet-driven process underway that is destroying print journalism nears its end.

The assault of technology on journalism is not a new story. For example, one of my closest friends from my high school days in Albuquerque, New Mexio, was Gene Griffith. His father, Paul Griffith, was both a newspaper publisher and one of the nicest people I have ever met. Born in Iowa, Paul was a long distance runner, as were two of his sons, including Gene. He moved to New Mexico, and was the publisher of a newspaper in Eastern New Mexico when Buddy Holly was killed in a plane crash.

When I knew him, Paul Griffith spent his days being an outstanding person and also the operator of a linotype machine at the Albuquerque Tribune. It might have been the Albuquerque Journal, but that doesn’t matter, since one of the landmark decisions of the Supreme Court in the 1930’s was to allow the Journal and Tribune to merge their operations, so that both papers could survive.

My single most memorable memory of the craft that was required to publish a newspaper came one evening when Gene took me on a visit to see his Dad at work.

I have seen many wondrous technologies in my life, but the two that stand out are these:

  1. Seeing a black-and-white photograph develop under one’s eyes in a darkroom, as a chemical process that reaches down to the molecular level unfolds its magic;
  2. Seeing an ingot of lead fed into a linotype machine and watching hot type emerge at the other end. [2]

It was while watching Paul at work that I came to appreciate the magic that was print journalism, back when A. J. Liebling was one of its craftsmen. The former I learned a few years later when I had my own darkroom, and I think it worth noting that no digital technology can ever match the glory that comes from large glass plates using traditional photographic processes.

Computers are nice, but silver halide molecules are even nicer!

There is nothing, save perhaps the printing press itself, that comes closer to technological perfection than seeing cold metal turned into hot type.

Setting technology apart, I agree with Red Smith that the closest man has come to perfection is “90 feet from home to first base.”

As a example of a good reporter at work, here are some photos of Wolfe’s obituary for Liebling:

For example, note Wolfe’s mention of Ibn Khaldun, a famed Arabian historian, and author of the “Muqadimmah.” I once mentioned Liebling’s fondness for this work to Jack Schwartz. Jack said a few weeks later that he had read the work, and agreed that it was quite good. (I have read only part of it, and need to revisit it when time permits.)

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1. “Morgue” is the set of old clippings of articles published by a newspaper, “back in the day.”

2. Samuel Clemens, “Mark Twain,” was so seduced by this technology that he almost bankrupted his family, and so had to take to the road to give lectures. I vividly recall Hal Holbrooke’s solo performance of “Mark Twain Tonight” that I saw around 1960, when I was fifteen or so. You can distinguish those who have seen that performance by asking about “Halley’s Comet.”

Perfect Attendance Junkies

I am one of a select group of people who went one or more years without missing a single day of school. For example,

My fourth PA (Perfect Attendance) Certificate.

My fourth PA (Perfect Attendance) Certificate.

I didn’t miss a day of school from the start of third grade until at least the second year of my graduate education, a run of sixteen — and perhaps more — years.

Please post a comment if you can make a similar claim.

The Retro Photos July 2009 Project

As the “dog days” of summer approach, I propose we have some fun, in that each of you who uses a social network such as Facebook, Twitter, and so forth, should post a picture of themselves taken as far back in the past as possible.

This project was suggested by my daughter Jen’s posting of an absolutely charming photo of Jen with her brother Rabbi Mike:
Jennifer Shields and Michael Shields "back in the day"

Here is my own retro photo:

Dave Shields, Age 2 (or so)

Dave Shields, Age 2 (or so)

WordPress Continues to Amaze: May 2009

Here is an excerpt from the WordPress May Wrap-up:

WordPress rolled out a ton of new features: the ability to add YouTube videos and polls to comments, stats in your time zone, the VideoPress upgrade (with HD!), post by email, new stats charts, comment search, improved comment reply by email, and

The stats for May:

* 387,416 blogs were created.
* 411,704 new users joined.
* 5,504,742 file uploads.
* 3,333 gigabytes of new files.
* 826 terabytes of content transferred from our datacenters.
* 6,914,546 logins.
* 1,243,177,638 pageviews on, and another 1,207,143,849 on self-hosted blogs (2,450,321,487 total across all WordPress blogs we track).
* 2,105,723 active blogs where “active” means they got a human visitor.
* 1,728,890,160 words.

Let’s divide by 30 to get daily figures:

* 13,000 blogs were created, EACH DAY.
* 13,700 new users joined, EACH DAY.
* 183,000 file uploads, EACH DAY.
* 111 gigabytes of new files, EACH DAY.
* 27.5 terabytes of content transferred from our datacenters, EACH DAY.
* 286,000 comments, EACH DAY.
* 230,000 login, EACH DAY.
* 41.4 million pageviews on, and another 40.2 million on self-hosted blogs (81.7 million total across all WordPress blogs we track, EACH DAY.
* 57.6 million words, EACH DAY.

Let’s divide that by 1440 (24*60) to get the stats for EACH MINUTE:

* 9.2 blogs were created, EACH MINUTE.
* 9.5 new users joined, EACH MINUTE.
* 127 file uploads, EACH MINUTE.
* 77 megabytes of new files, EACH MINUTE.
* 19.1 gigaabytes of content transferred from our datacenters, EACH MINUTE.
* 198 comments, EACH MINUTE.
* 160 logins, EACH MINUTE.
* 29,000 million pageviews on, and another 3,000 million on self-hosted blogs (56,700 total across all WordPress blogs we track, EACHMINUTE.
* 4,000 words, EACH MINUTE.

Keep up the good work, WordPress Team.

And, of course, thanks to my fellow WordPress bloggers. It is the content that we generate, each and every minute, that keeps WordPress growing, both in size and in value.

This is yet another reminder that WordPress is by far the best blogging platform, and also a reminder that anyone using another blogging platform comments on their lack of savvy with each and every blog post.

This is also a case where bigger is better. For example, imagine the predicament of the ruling powers in Iran. My guess is that they cannot possibly selectively filter all the WP posts about them, so the will have to keep it all going, or shut it all down.

We’ll know their jig is up when they resort to the latter course of action.

This is also a reminder that the best programs — and the programmers who write them — are to be found in the open-source arena. That’s where the big boys play.

We do it for the fun of it, which is why we give it away.



100 Compiler Options and You are Out

California, along with Major League Baseball, is among the institutions that have a policy of “Three Strikes and You are Out.”

I suggest the same rule should apply to compiler writers.

For example, I just tried to port some software that makes use of gcc, the standard Linux C compiler, only to get an error message about a problem with an option.

I then did “man gcc” to review the list of options. As best as I can tell, there are well over a hundred of them.

This is ridiculous. How can any person be expected to make meaningful use of such a superfluity of programming madness.

Let’s do the math. I once read there are about 2**80 atoms in the universe. If there are 100 options to gcc, then are there 2**100 ways of compiling a program, which is 10**20 more times options than there are atoms in the universe!.

If we assign one Richard Stallman to test each possibility, then we need at least 10**20 RMS’s just to test the path flow for options!

GCC Folks: Get your act together. If you can’t come up with a small, reasonable set of options, then I suggest you should leave the compiler game and let the grownups take over.

Four colors suffice to color a map. I’ll give you double that, so can you please cut the number of options down to 8?

HHS Informal Reunion for Tuesday, June 23: Update

Just checked my LinkedIn mailbox to find the following note from John Orman:

On 06/19/09 8:45 PM, John Orman wrote:

That is the first mention I have heard of “lunch.” Figured you would do something in the evening, but we can try to run with lunch. Are you still talking about meeting up on Monday? Your Classmates posting mentioned Monday or Tuesday.
You are probably talking about Monday, when I have 4 activities already scheduled, as opposed to Tuesday, when I am free all day. Depending on when my Monday morning Walkabout from Civic Plaza to Old Town finishes up, I should be able to fit that lunch in between my walk and a job interview at 3 pm.

Since you seem to be craving Mexican food, not too far from the Hiland Theater, I could suggest Los Cuates restaurant, at 4901 Lomas NE on north side of Lomas near Washington. Or just a few blocks west of that is the old Frank’s Drive-In, now the home of: Hurricane’s Restaurant, 4330 Lomas Blvd. NE, which has Mexican plates and the huge Disaster Breakfast Burrito.

I will continue to check LinkedIn, Classmates, and your blog, and will try to send out reunion info to Hornets on Saturday night.


To which I replied:


MANY THANKS! K and I now know we won’t lunch alone. We’ll still plan to meet in front of Hiland at 11:30 in case anyone shows up who hasn’t seen your note. We’ll then journey to Los Cuates about 12:15 or so. Soapapillas on me.

Karin and I were in ABQ Sunday afternoon for a

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