Batman and Patents

Thursday, December 16th, 2010

Comic-book geeks love over-thinking the smallest details. In the case of attorneys James Daily and Ryan Davidson, the small details they love over-thinking involve the hypothetical legal ramifications of comic book tropes, characters, and powers — for instance, Batman and Patents:

Like many businesses, presumably Wayne Enterprises would seek to patent its inventions. But Batman’s own use of the inventions in public may prevent Wayne Enterprises from obtaining a patent. In the US, you generally cannot obtain a patent on something that was “in public use or on sale in this country, more than one year prior to the date of the application for patent in the United States.” 35 USC 102(b). This is known as the “on sale bar,” and it is a strict statutory bar to patentability. So if Batman starts using a new Wayne Enterprises technology in a gadget more than a year prior to the patent filing, then he may have ruined the company’s chance at a patent.

Of course, Wayne Enterprises could always file for a patent before the one year grace period is up, but that would mean disclosing the technology to the public 18 months later when the patent application is published by the Patent and Trademark Office. 35 USC 122(b)(1)(A). At most Batman would have 30 months in which to use the technology before supervillains could look it up online and start copying it (presumably supervillains are not concerned with patent infringement suits).

Does vigilante justice involve public use?

It was long ago established that it is enough that a single instance of the invention was used by a single person in public, even if the device itself and its method of operation were not visible (e.g., a hidden piece of armor beneath Batman’s costume). Egbert v. Lippman, 104 U.S. 333, 336 (1881). The purpose of the on sale bar is to induce inventors to disclose their inventions early; if the invention works well enough to use it in public, then it works well enough to be patented.

There is a plausible solution to the problem:

Patent applications that include classified information are not published until either a set time period has expired or the secrecy order has been lifted. 35 USC 181; MPEP 120. But neither do such applications mature into patents; effectively they are held in limbo while they remain classified. So if Bruce Wayne could convince, say, the Department of Defense to classify a given technology, then Wayne Enterprises could apply for a patent early on, Batman could use the technology, and once the time was right the classification could be lifted, the patent could issue, and Wayne Enterprises could make a lot of money. Given that Wayne Enterprises does a lot of work for the US military, this is a plausible solution to the problem.

The Year in Ideas

Thursday, December 16th, 2010

The New York Times invited Tyler Cowen to perform an informal audit of past issues of their Year in Ideas:

“I recall reading the 2001 issue when it came out,” he says. “And I was hardly bowled over with excitement by thoughts of ‘Populist Editing.’ Now I use Wikipedia almost every day. The 2001 issue noted that, in its selection of items, ‘frivolous ideas are given the same prominence as weighty ones’; that is easiest to do when we still don’t know which are which.”

Courage and Power

Thursday, December 16th, 2010

Eric Falkenstein has long said that the risk premium doesn’t make sense — and not just in investment markets:

I was reading a book, The Decline and Fall of the British Aristocracy, by David Cannadine, which covers 1870 through 1930. They highlight that this was the strongest aristocracy in Europe due to primogeniture and Britain exceptional wealth, and so the combination of power, status and wealth was unequaled. In 1880 only 10,000 people owned 66% of the land. Yet land prices fell after 1880 due to a collapse in agricultural prices, the rising industrial sectors marginalized the rural areas that historically gave the nobility so much of their wealth, and new laws turned power irrevocably from nobles to number (the Third Reform Act of 1884).

Classical liberal Richard Cobden wrote that ‘the battle-plain is the harvest-field of the aristocracy, watered by the blood of the people’, meaning, the aristocracy prior to 1900 generated their legitimacy via their willingness to lead groups into battle (often needlessly). As the British aristocracy declined from 1880 to 1910 they thought that World War 1 would re-establish them as the top of their country. Many were eager to fight, mainly afraid the fighting would be over before they could prove themselves in battle. Yet, while they proportionately lost more of their sons than those of other classes in WW1, the decline of the aristocracy continued unabated after the Great War. Indeed, the loss of life sharply curtailed the supply of domestic servants, and inheritance taxes went from nothing to 60% by 1939. The lower classes felt no sense of gratitude towards the aristocracy, having lost enough themselves. Battlefield courage is admirable, but it is not sufficiently rare to generate privileged status; the lower classes were not party to such an exchange.

In retrospect, the aristocracy arrogated power via myth, tradition, and brute force, rationalized via their exception valor. The problem with their self-serving story is that many would accept a probability of death for such success, so this ‘courage preference’ was not a real equilibrium result, as WW1 showed. Courage was a necessary, not sufficient, condition for acquiring power.

Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother

Thursday, December 16th, 2010

Amy Chua (World on Fire) married a Jewish man — a Yale Law professor like herself — but appears intent on raising her daughters in the traditional Chinese manner. Here is a description of her new book on the subject, Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother:

All decent parents want to do what’s best for their children. What Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother reveals is that the Chinese just have a totally different idea of how to do that. Western parents try to respect their children’s individuality, encouraging them to pursue their true passions and providing a nurturing environment. The Chinese believe that the best way to protect your children is by preparing them for the future and arming them with skills, strong work habits, and inner confidence.

Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother chronicles Chua’s iron-willed decision to raise her daughters, Sophia and Lulu, her way — the Chinese way — and the remarkable results her choice inspires.

Here are some things Amy Chua would never allow her daughters to do:

  • have a playdate
  • be in a school play
  • complain about not being in a school play
  • not be the #1 student in every subject except gym and drama
  • play any instrument other than the piano or violin
  • not play the piano or violin

The truth is Lulu and Sophia would never have had time for a playdate. They were too busy practicing their instruments (two to three hours a day and double sessions on the weekend) and perfecting their Mandarin.

Arming them with skills, strong work habits, and inner confidence all sounds good, but socially crippling them by never allowing them to have a play date does not seem the least bit productive. There are seriously diminishing returns to two or three more hours of piano practice per week.

Her scorn for drama takes on a sinister cast when we find out that her husband, Jed Rubenfeld, studied theater in the Drama Division of the Juilliard School from 1980 through 1982.

What happens when an alligator bites an electric eel?

Wednesday, December 15th, 2010

What happens when an alligator bites an electric eel?

(Hat tip to Boing Boing.)

The electric eel, by the way, is not a true eel. It’s a knifefish — and the only species in its genus (Electrophorus electricus):

The electric eel has three abdominal pairs of organs that produce electricity: the Main organ, the Hunter’s organ, and the Sachs organ. These organs make up four-fifths of its body, and are what give the electric eel the ability to generate two types of electric organ discharges (EODs), low voltage and high voltage. These organs are made of electrocytes, lined up so that the current flows through them and produces an electrical charge. When the eel locates its prey, the brain sends a signal through the nervous system to the electric cells. This opens the ion channel, allowing positively-charged sodium to flow through, reversing the charges momentarily. By causing a sudden difference in voltage, it generates a current.

The electric eel generates its characteristic electrical pulse in a manner similar to a battery, in which stacked plates produce an electrical charge. In the electric eel, some 5,000 to 6,000 stacked electroplaques are capable of producing a shock at up to 500 volts and 1 ampere of current (500 watts). Such a shock could be deadly for an adult human. (Electrocution death is due to current flow; the level of current that is fatal in humans is roughly 0.75A.)

The Sachs organ is associated with electrolocation. Inside the organ are many muscle-like cells, called electrocytes. Each cell can only produce 0.15 V, though working together the organ transmits a signal of about 10 V in amplitude at around 25 Hz. These signals are what is emitted by the main organ and Hunter’s organ that can be emitted at rates of several hundred Hz.

The electric eel is unique among the gymnotiforms in having large electric organs capable of producing lethal discharges that allows them to stun prey. There are reports of this fish producing larger voltages, but the typical output is sufficient to stun or deter virtually any other animal. Juveniles produce smaller voltages (about 100 volts). Electric eels are capable of varying the intensity of the electrical discharge, using lower discharges for “hunting” and higher intensities for stunning prey, or defending themselves. When agitated, it is capable of producing these intermittent electrical shocks over a period of at least an hour without signs of tiring.

Read any good books lately?

Wednesday, December 15th, 2010

Read any good books lately?

(Hat tip to io9.)

The World’s Largest Army Deploys

Wednesday, December 15th, 2010

The world’s largest army deploys each year — to tackle the deer menace:

The state of Wisconsin has gone an entire deer hunting season without someone getting killed. That’s great. There were over 600,000 hunters.

Allow me to restate that number. Over the last two months, the eighth largest army in the world — more men under arms than Iran; more than France and Germany combined — deployed to the woods of a single American state to help keep the deer menace at bay.

But that pales in comparison to the 750,000 who are in the woods of Pennsylvania this week. Michigan’s 700,000 hunters have now returned home. Toss in a quarter million hunters in West Virginia, and it is literally the case that the hunters of those four states alone would comprise the largest army in the world.

These numbers are part of why those of us who grew up in rural parts of the country simply don’t comprehend the gun-grabbing impulses of some. Every single year, millions of Americans carry high power rifles into the woods and more or less do as they please — some shoot at deer, some just drink a lot — and it is a complete non-story. The number of people injured and killed by these guns will pale in comparison to those injured and killed in driving accidents during the same time period.

Using Science Fiction to Explain DOD Acquisition

Wednesday, December 15th, 2010

Science fiction lends itself to thinly disguised commentary on current events, like this piece written to explain DOD acquisition:

“Never mind,” continued Krog. “The operational shortfalls aren’t the main point. I’m still trying to understand what threat this thing [the Peregrine-class starship] is supposed to address. Obviously we’re not fighting the Torrapians anymore. Are we?” Krog paused ominously.

“Well, the Minotaur-Squids of the Indigo Zone …” the Ensign began nervously.

“Are a technologically backwards group of jelly-fish-based terrorists with very limited spacefaring capabilities,” interrupted Krog. “They lack both the means and the inclination to conduct combat operations in space. Their most effective planetary defense weapon flings a cloud of debris in the general direction of a spacecraft and hopes to punch a hole or two in the hull. Please don’t tell me we’re building a sophisticated, agile starfighter to counter that! If they are the target, we should be working on armor, intel, or psyops.

“Trust me,” he continued with a fierce grin, showing all four rows of his razor sharp teeth, “I believe in using overwhelming strength as much as anyone, but even I don’t use a plasma nuke to kill a tiny, furry kucatani, no matter how sharp its claws might be. I just bite its fuzzy little head off. The truth is, the Peregrine is entirely unsuited for combat against the Minotaur-Squids, or anyone else in the Indigo Zone.” He sat back and took a deep breath, wishing he could bite something. Or someone.

“Well, sir,” added an engineering officer from the jungles of Gontapen 5, “although there are no immediate threats that require Peregrine-class starships, we can’t rule them out for the future.”

Krog raised his eyebrows. “I’m sure you are not insinuating that the Technocracy and the Torrapians will resume hostilities,” he growled, not unreasonably.

An uncomfortable silence descended on the room.

“Can anyone tell me why we’re building this thing? It’s designed for a threat that doesn’t exist, and it isn’t very good at what it’s supposed to do—finding and killing things in space without being found or killed itself. On top of that, we’re not planning to buy nearly enough of them.”

The silence deepened.

Lego Black Ops

Tuesday, December 14th, 2010

If you enjoy Lego and outrageous action-movie violence, you should enjoy Lego Black Ops:

How Economics Saved Christmas

Tuesday, December 14th, 2010

How economics saved Christmas:

Every Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot.

But the Grinch, who lived just north of Whoville, DID NOT.

He stood and he hated the Whos and their noise

He hated the shrieks of the Who girls and boys

For fifty-three years he’d put up with it now —

He had to stop Christmas from coming, somehow.

He asked and he questioned the whole thing’s legality

Then his eyes brightened: he screamed “externality!”

He reached for his textbooks; he knew what to do

He’d fight them with ideas from A.C. Pigou

This idea has merit, he thought in the frost

A tax that was equal to external cost

At the margin, would give all the Who girls and boys

An incentive to stop all their screaming and noise

Failing that, an injunction to make them all cease

And they’d have to pay him to have their Roast Beast.

Low costs of transacting meant that if the Whos

Were the high-value users and wanted to use

All the rights to have feasts and the rights to sing songs

Then they’d have to buy them, to right their Who wrongs

They’d buy a noise easement, if they wished to sing

Until then, the Grinch could stop the whole thing.

On Christmas Eve Night, the Grinch went to town

He stole all the presents, he took their wreaths down

He stole their Who Hash, everything for their feast!

He swiped their Who Pudding! He swiped their Roast Beast!

He looked at his sled loaded up with Who snacks

‘Twas quite an efficient Pigovian tax!

Then late in the night, when he got to Mount Crumpit

For he’d taken the load, and he threatened to dump it

The Whos, with one voice crying out in the night

Screamed “bring back our stuff! You haven’t the right!

“We know that we’re noisy all through Christmas Day,

But if you don’t like it, it’s you who should pay!

“For we were here first, and homesteaded the rights

To sing, to make noise, and to hang Christmas lights

“The costs of our Christmas joy helped you to save!

They were fully reflected in the price of your cave!”

“We’ll all be good neighbors, and we’ll be polite

“But you’ve done us wrong on this Christmas Eve Night!”

The Grinch was crestfallen, he knew he had lost

For he was the source of the “external” cost

He’d come to the nuisance, and yes, he was wrong

He’d now have to live with their noise and their songs

He realized that day, though, that they could be friends

His heart grew three sizes (you know how this ends)

The Whos asked the Grinch to join them in their feast

And he — he, the Grinch — carved the Roast Beast.

The holiday season brings specials galore

They teach us that Christmas can’t come from a store

Reflect, as you watch them, as day turns to night

On good economics, and property rights.

(Hat tip to Russ Roberts.)

The Assassination of Yogi Bear by the Coward Boo-Boo

Tuesday, December 14th, 2010

I haven’t seen The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, and I don’t intend to see the new CGI Yogi Bear movie, but this parody of the latter in the style of the former has me intrigued:

It’s the work of one man, Edmund Earle, a 25-year-old Rhode Island School of Design grad:

Since posting the video at 11:30 ET on YouTube [yesterday] morning, the spot has gone viral. It’s been been tweeted by the likes of comedian Paul Scheer and actor Nathan Fillion — neither of whom Earle knows, though he appreciates their support. “I live in a social bubble,” he admits. “I only sent the link to a couple friends, and had them send it to their friends and various Web sites.”

Earle decided to re-fashion a new ending to “Yogi Bear” by casting the titular hero and his sidekick Boo-Boo as the leads in his take on “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford,” a drama written and directed by Andrew Dominik and starring Brad Pitt and Casey Affleck. He chose “Jesse James” because he happened to be watching it at time, and thought the drama would be an excellent counterpart to a picnic basket-stealing bear. “It was an organic creation,” he says.

“I have no affiliation with the actual creators of the film ‘Yogi Bear’,” says Earle, who says he’s been working on the video since Sept. from the hours of midnight and 3 a.m. daily. “I googled the posters, watched the trailer, and that was it.” He also created the video entirely by himself, with the exception of the voice, which he employed a friend to help out with.

As for the legality of his creation, Earle admits that he’s in “squiffy” ground, but notes that he did not use any of the film’s actual footage. He’s also only advertised it as a strict parody.

Kendo

Tuesday, December 14th, 2010

Japan’s traditional sword-fighting sport, kendo, differs from western fencing in a number of ways, largely because of its roots as an art for fighting with the katana, a two-handed saber, against opponents who might be in armor:

In competition (shiai), a point is only awarded, in principle, when the attack is made to a target area with ki-ken-tai-itchi, or “spirit, sword and body as one”.

For an attack to be successful, the shinai [katana "foil"] must strike the specified target soundly, the contact by the shinai must happen simultaneously with the attacker’s foot connecting with floor, and the kendoka [kendo practitioner] must execute a spirited and convincing ki-ai [spirit yell] in co-ordination with the strike.

For a strike to be deemed sound, the point of contact must fall within the top third of the shinai, and the direction of movement of the shinai must be technically correct. Finally, zanshin, or continuation of awareness, must be present and shown throughout the execution of the strike, and the kendoka must be ready to attack again.

Western fencing’s light blades and modern footwork came about after the rise of firearms and the decline of armor:

The kendo footwork closely resembles that found in historical fencing manuals such as Joseph Swetnam, Giacomo diGrassi and George Silver where the body and both feet are turned squarely forward, and the heel of the right foot near the big toe of the left, as in kendo.

Goodnight Dune

Tuesday, December 14th, 2010

Of the five (fake) sci-fi children’s books I mentioned recently, Borepatch found that Goodnight Dune brought back the most memories, and he composed a line:

In the great green dunes, there was a stillsuit and a picture of Muad’Dibb riding a worm.

Commenter ASM826 reprinted the original words and his Dune-inspired take:

Goodnight Dune
Goodnight moons
Goodnight starships that go zoom
Goodnight worms
and goodnight Paul
Goodnight Duncan, Duke, and all
Goodnight robes
Goodnight wadi
Goodnight witches
Goodnight fishes
and goodnight dishes
Goodnight Fremen
Goodnight spice
Goodnight armies
Goodnight Baron from afar
And goodnight Truthsayer
whispering Gom-jabbar
Goodnight stars
Goodnight air
Goodnight noises everywhere

The Celebrity Wonk

Monday, December 13th, 2010

Lennon was a rebel, William Easterly notes — which Bono is not:

Lennon’s protests against the war in Vietnam so threatened the U.S. government that he was hounded by the FBI, police and immigration authorities. He was a moral crusader who challenged leaders whom he thought were doing wrong. Bono, by contrast, has become a sort of celebrity policy expert, supporting specific technical solutions to global poverty. He does not challenge power but rather embraces it; he is more likely to appear in photo ops with international political leaders — or to travel through Africa with a Treasury secretary — than he is to call them out in a meaningful way.

There is something inherently noble about the celebrity dissident, but there is something slightly ridiculous about the celebrity wonk.

Detecting Intruders

Monday, December 13th, 2010

For many years, John Plaster (The Ultimate Sniper) notes, Israel’s northern border with Lebanon was under constant threat from infiltrating terrorists:

Finally, after many techniques and technologies were tried, an effective means was developed to detect and hunt down infiltrators. Along the southern side of the fence, Israeli military engineers scraped a simple dirt road, which a modified truck passes over each morning with a special brush-like drag to sweep and smooth the soil. The road is too wide for infiltrators to leap across, so inevitably they must step on it — leaving behind fresh tracks. Whenever such tracks are discovered, special tracker team immediately are flown in to hunt down the infiltrators. Except for one incident when an infiltrator flew across in a motorized hang glider — only to be shot down and killed — the barrier has proven quite effective.