The Paragon of Virtue

Intel Paragon

In the 1990s, chipmaker Intel offered a standalone computer called the Paragon. Using Intel’s i860 chip, these so-called Crays on a chip were linked by the hundreds into a parallel processing system that offered vast computational power. One of the most notable features of the Paragon supercomputer was its large, decorative LED paneling on the front cabinet doors. These lights were purely a cosmetic feature of the machine. Each cabinet has four LED panels, each of which shows the status of 16 i860 nodes in a 4 × 4 grid. The following figures show the upper left corner of one LED panel. The meanings of the LEDs are as follows:

Intel Paragon i860 Node CPU Activity Key

The square groups of horizontal LED bars show the amount of computational activity on the nodes. Each group represents one i860 node. The more active a node is, the more LEDs are illuminated, in a bar graph, the above figure shows the progression of activity from 0% to 100%. While in its day the i860 was powerful. The true power of the Paragon came from coordinating many such nodes. A message passing algorithm was used for this. Like the old children’s game of Telephone, data was passed between the nodes in these messages.

Intel Paragon Inter-Node Messaging LEDs

The arrow-shaped LEDs indicate messages. When a message is passed from one node to another, all the arrow LEDs along its path illuminate. Yellow arrows show messages going up or to the left; green arrows show messages going down or to the right. When the arrows are illuminated, a light pattern moves along the arrow to show the direction of motion.

Oakridge’s Intel Paragon

The computational tasks shown running in these photos of the Paragon’s front panel displays are of the embarrassingly parallel variety. So-called because their very nature lends themselves to being embarrassingly easy to parallelize and results in near perfect 100% utilization of the underlying machine and near constant unblinking illumination of all of the LEDs.

The problems that I usually ran were not like this. The code that I used, solved linear algebra equations that were arranged into a matrix and then handed off to an external matrix solver for solution. The resulting lights display was truly something to behold. I remember many a morning coming into a darkened computer room, illuminated solely by the blinking-flashing of hundreds of LEDs as messages are passed from node to node. I can also remember entering a darkened computer room, not illuminated by flashing LEDs and seeing a seemingly dead computer, signifying that my program had died the night before.

That was the 1990s. The company had about half-a-dozen of these Paragons then and maintenance costs for them were $10M a year. In addition to their fancy light show, we also got a fulltime onsite Intel rep. Still, $10M was a lot of money and besides, Intel wanted to get out of this business. Enter the PC cluster. What we now call servers. At the time, the purchase price for these machines were less than a half million a pop. These calculations involving dollars were easy for management to grasp. They quickly bought into this idea. Fast forward to 2016 when I left the company. Then there were 50+ of these clusters in operation and by then they cost way more than half-a-million. A few years later, Boeing won the F-47 contract. The years of effort/dollars are paying off.

Jungle Safari

Climatron Jungle Floor

This is our neighbor’s idea of what our yard looks like or at least my idea of what they see. Today though we take control of the shrubbery. We will beat back the jungle. We will recapture our yard. As with all such projects, my first step was a trip to the hardware store. My chief purchase was a gigantic glyphosate jug, also known as Roundup. A week or so ago, I had sprayed the poison ivy with some weak ass generic herbicide, which had some effect, but not the total death-kill that I was looking for. Today, I brought out the big guns. I got a gallon jug of the juice that came with a battery powered spray applicator and a two-foot wand. I really like the new powered applicator, because now my hand does not get tired. It is amazing how much easier a job is when you have the right tools.

Getting rid of the poison ivy is only half the battle though. Think of it as merely an obstacle, preventing us from getting to the shrubbery that we really want to hack. No problem though, because at the beginning of this month we had purchased a Shrubber. Right after we bought it, I showed it to the plants in our yard. Threatening them with its electrically powered reciprocating blades. I thought that I had detected a shudder then, but the plants continued to grow. With all of the rain that we have had since then, the yard has become a jungle.

Anne and I hacked and hacked and hacked. We filled two huge barrels with yard waste, plus one leaf bag. There is still a lot more to do, but we made a good start.

Making Jets

Diorama Depicting Boeing’s First Aircraft Factory

Boeing adds 900 St. Louis jobs—Today’s Post-Dispatch Headline

Anne joined me last night, as I took a stroll down memory lane. A group of us, all former collogues, gathered together to honor our former boss, who happened to be in town on business. Like many of us there last night, he no longer works for Boeing, but unlike some of us, he is still working. We met at Third-Wheel Brewing Company for happy hour. A brewpub that I had thought was affiliated with bicycling, but its name turned out to be in reference to a three-wheel motorized vehicle, an example of which was sitting out front of the place. I am sure that there is a story there, but it just is not mine.

Kudos to Dave for organizing this shindig and also for bring his not too hot salsa. In conversation, I was able to get up to date on the comings, but mainly goings of my former coworkers. A lot of the old guard has already left, going on to either the greener grass on the other side of the fence or like me out to pasture. One in our number there is planning to retire next month. Another, a younger guy, the guy who took over my old job in this group is now a vice-president. Out with the old and in with the new. By way of serendipity the headline of today’s paper touted robust job growth within the company. Interesting news, in that this contradicts all of the gloom that I heard last night and for the last forty years. 

Level-Up

Maren texted us this morning to announce that David has just gotten a promotion, his first. He is now a Senior Technical Writer. Senior? I guess that means that he is getting older. The associated bump in pay ought to go far with making their future mortgage payments. I remember, back in the day, when I was a young engineer and I got my first promotion. It and subsequent promotions didn’t really change my job in any way, but the extra money was good to have. Promotions and regular annual raises were announced separately, six-months apart. That year was a very good year, with an overall annual increase in pay of 14%. Well above the inflation rate, even then back in the eighties. In related news, Anne also got a promotion today. She is now a Royal Senior II in her spider solitaire game. I feel so passed over.

Election Day

VOTE

Today, is municipal election day. No big deal. Just, a few school board members and some propositions. Nothing too controversial. Anne is working the polls today as an election official. She got up at uh-oh dark thirty and was gone well before sun up. It should be an easy, if long day for her. Unlike last November’s election, turnout should be pretty light. Giving her plenty of time to work on her knitting and get paid for it too. Her polling place is the neighborhood elementary school, site of her old favorite substitute teaching position. It has been more than a year since she last substituted. For a long time school was only virtual. Now it is reopened. With its reopening requests for her services have also reappeared. So far, she has ignored them, but today she might actually see someone who wants her to come back to work. It’s a lot easier to dismiss a text message than someone you know, in purpose. Of late, she has been seriously toying with the idea of permanently retiring, but you know what they say, “just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in again!”

Anne had suggested that I come to her polling place to vote. A recent innovation in election technology allows a voter to vote at any polling place in the county and not just the one that they are assigned. But there was a bad wreck on the highway. Anne had taken the car, so I wasn’t going to be on the highway anyway, but traffic was such a mess. I first learned of this accident by helicopter. The weather was nice enough that I had left the back door open and through it I heard the steady thump-thump-thump of a traffic copter that had parked itself above the nearby scene below. I biked to the polls. Crossing an overpass, I could see the accident site. It was on the headed downtown side of the road. The opposite side was flowing west, but so was the eastbound half of the highway. The police had turned around the cars trapped by the wrecks. I later learned that the accident involved a semi and a car. The driver of the car died.

Make Like a Tree and Leave

Make Like a Tree and Leave

 

It looks like Dr. David will be “graduating” from Harvard and getting a job-job at MathWorks, makers of the popular scientific software package MATLAB. His offer is still contingent upon background and reference checks, but his fourth interview on Friday went well and he should be good to go. With this new job, he will remain in Boston and enjoy a nice pay bump. He’ll no longer need to do math just for food anymore. With this move he will be leaving academia, which for him has spanned thirteen years and encompassed study and work at Rochester, NIH, Purdue and Harvard. We wish him well as he departs the ivory tower and enters the real world, where I’m sure that he will do very well.

Meanwhile back here on the farm, Ma and Pa Kettle are making last minute preparations for the imminent arrival of Jay and Carl. Jay has a conference in town and will combine business with pleasure and extend their visit and do some sightseeing. Too bad the Cards couldn’t provide any face-to-face baseball.