Thursday, December 20, 2007

A method to the traffic jam madness

It is single drivers who lead to jams rather than infrastrcture, essentially. So mumbaiites driving in bangalore might end up getting into lesser jams rather than bangaloreans themselves. Makes a lot of sense actually

From here,

Mathematicians from the University of Exeter have now developed a model to reason major delays occurring on the roads, with no apparent cause.

The mathematical model showed the impact of unexpected events such as a lorry pulling out of its lane on a divided highway with median between traffic going in opposite directions.

It revealed that slowing down below a critical speed when reacting to such an event, a driver would force the car behind to slow down and the next car back to reduce its speed further. The result would be that a maze of cars would finally grind to a halt, with drivers oblivious to the reason for their delay.

The jam moves backwards through the traffic creating a so-called 'backward travelling wave', which drivers may encounter many miles upstream, several minutes after it was triggered.

The model shows that overreaction of a single driver can have an enormous impact on the rest of the traffic, leading to massive delays, Science daily quoted Gabor Orosz of the University of Exeter as saying.

The model claimed that heavy traffic would not automatically lead to congestion but could be smooth-flowing. The model took into account the time-delay in drivers' reactions, which led to drivers braking more heavily than would have been necessary had they identified and reacted to a problem ahead a second earlier.



Monday, December 17, 2007

A Convenient title

(add convenient pictures)

I hope (or maybe, hope against hope) the fact that most of my infrequent excursions to this place happen piggybacking on some movie experience or other isn't Freudian. I seem to be living my years with movies, that is all I seem to be carrying across another one, the memory and umpteen new dvds. I can't seem to remember anything more. Life genuinely feels nicer, better, almost worth celebrating post the rush of a good movie. Waiting weeks for that one friday to land up, cough up the tickets, and delve in the darkness once more, or hold my laptop in a lover's embrace every night, and somehow now, not evaluating or judging.. just being. It is scary, the thought, that that is all I take away from new days, and months.

Saw four diverse movies in the last three days. Takaashi Miike's Audition, The Machinist, Khoya Khoya Chand, and Sleepy Hollow. Had been saving up time, effort, mindspace, and curiosity for a long time to see Audition. The earlier snippet I had seen of Miike's gore, I had got the impression of a B grade director eager to get on to the cutting shutting. That episode could have been a flash in the pan, but my impressions about Audition weren't really any different. Takashi Miike is the Sanjay Leela Bhansali of the gore horror genre.
Yes, there was a buildup. Yes, there were a few beautifully picturized scenes, and yes, the 11th spot for the scariest scene in cinema might just be justified, but yet, and yet, the movie seems so childish. As if the two parts were shot by two different directors, and somebody did a cursory sewing together. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone except the strict adventurer. For all others who want a beginner's course in gore, see Saw 1&2, or even Eli Roth's Hostel.

The Machinist
, on the other hand, is an intelligent labor of love. It is apparent that the director, the cinematorgrapher, the script writer, and most certainly Christian Bale were consumed by it (in the latter's case, quite literally).

(am never going to get the time to finish this. Am posting it like it is after keeping it in the burner for a week now)

Monday, December 10, 2007

I don't mind you keeping me on pins and needles


She reminds me of the one in school
When I was cut and she was dressed in white
And I couldn't take my eyes off her
But that's not what I took off that night

And she'll never cover up what we did with her dress, no
She said: "Kiss me, it'll heal but it won't forget
Kiss me, it'll heal but it won't forget,"

I don't mind you keeping me on pins and needles
If I could stick to you and you stick me, too

Don't break, don't break my heart
And I won't break your heart-shaped glasses
Little girl, little girl you should close your eyes That blue is getting me high

Don't break, don't break my heart
And I won't break your heart-shaped glasses
Little girl, little girl you should close your eyes
That blue is getting me high
Making me low
That blue is getting me high
Making me low

She reminds of the one I knew
That cut-up the negatives of my life
I wouldn't take my hands off her
She wouldn't let me be anywhere but inside

I don't mind you keeping me on pins and needles
If I could stick to you and you stick me, too

Just don't break, don't break my heart
And I won't break your heart-shaped glasses
Little girl, little girl you should close your eyes
That blue is getting me high

Don't break, don't break my heart
And I won't break your heart-shaped glasses
Little girl, little girl you should close your eyes
That blue is getting me high
Making me low
That blue is getting me high
Making me low

She'll never cover up what we did with her dress, no
She said: "Kiss me, it'll heal but it won't forget
Kiss me, it'll heal but it won't forget,"

I don't mind you keeping me on pins and needles
If I could stick to you and you could stick me, too

Just don't break, don't break my heart
And I won't break your heart-shaped glasses
Little girl, little girl you should close your eyes
That blue is getting me high

Don't break, don't break my heart
And I won't break your heart-shaped glasses
Little girl, little girl you should close your eyes
That blue is getting me high
Making me low


I take refuge in Manson's voice these days. Apart from the creepiness that ah well, creeps over you while taking asylum with Marilyn Manson's voice, it adds a bit of serenity to the proceedings. Uh, well, don't ask!

You can listen to it, here.