Ada Lovelace: World’s first computer programmer, “enchantress of numbers”

Here’s a story I wrote for the3rdimagazine‘s women in technology special. I’ve decided to republish it here because Ada’s story is so cool and sad and interesting… Enjoy!

At every turn, we expect computers to be there to do our bidding. It’s hard to imagine life without mobile phones, let alone life without so much as a calculator. Yet in 1842, a 26-year-old mathematician named Augusta ‘Ada’ King, Countess of Lovelace (commonly known as Ada Lovelace), knew that computers would change the world.

And at this point they were only a concept.

Ada was the daughter of Annabella Milbanke and poet Lord Byron – who separated when Ada was just a month old, purportedly out of self-preservation in the face of his madness.  In contrast, ever-rational Annabella was nicknamed by Byron “princess of parallelograms”.

Annabella had her daughter trained in mathematics and sciences – with another lady of the sciences, Mary Somerville, among her tutors – far removed from her father’s unchecked artistic whims and manias.

Of course, Ada was an accomplished musician and at times torn between the arts and sciences.  But at 17, when she befriended inventor Charles Babbage, her trajectory became clear.

Charles Babbage conceptualised the Analytical Engine – a theoretical device that is arguably an ancestral template for the modern computer. Ada was so inspired by Babbage’s work that she wrote it an algorithm – which, in a way, was a mathematical love letter to a phenomenon she’d never live to experience.  The algorithm, widely regarded as the world’s first computer program, appeared as an appendix to Ada’s translation of an Italian paper about Babbage’s work.

Ada predicted that it was more than a giant number-crunching machine that Babbage had conceived – that it would have uses in everything from visual arts to her beloved music and, of course, the sciences.  She saw more potential in the analytical engine than perhaps even Babbage did himself.  The two were great friends, an intellectual match despite their age difference, and corresponded for many years.

Sadly, Babbage never had the chance to build his analytical engine.  Meanwhile, Ada grew increasingly ill, physically and mentally. Despite her mother’s staunchest efforts to save her from succumbing to the madness on her father’s side, Ada struggled with mental illness, alcoholism, and gambling.  She died at age 36 from the bloodletting used to treat her uterine cancer.  Ada never met Lord Byron, who died when she was age nine, but she was buried alongside him at her request.

In her short life, Ada made her “dent in the universe” as Steve Jobs would’ve put it. Charles Babbage found Ada’s intellect a thing of awe throughout their friendship – she was a mathematical muse he dubbed the “enchantress of numbers”.  And Ada continues to inspire, with a day named after her to celebrate the achievements of women in science, mathematics, engineering, and technology.  There’s a web comic about her and Babbage as a crime-fighting duo called 2D Goggles (complete with Ada-worthy footnotes).  And, of course, there’s a tribute to her in my cabaret, LadyNerd. Undoubtedly, her impact is lasting.

Somehow she predicted that too.

“That brain of mine is something more than merely mortal; as time will show” – Ada Lovelace

Originally published in the3rdimagazine

A letter to 30 Rock from LadyNerd HQ

Dear 30 Rock,

It’s your finale today.  You’ve seen fit to shut it down.  While I need to go talk to some food about this, I understand it’s a wise move to quit before there’s a dealbreaker.  I’m happy that you get to walk away while you still feel great.

Stride of Pride

Stride of Pride

I still remember watching the pilot seven years ago – and even though Tina Fey may have since described this debut episode as “sweaty”, it still had me at “I would like to buy all of the hotdogs…”

Later that season, I remember literally rolling around laughing at fireworks blasting off Rockefeller Center. And then, from the wedding dress/ham napkin, to the clinic where the Olsen twins were separated, to audition day with Kathy Geiss, to faux-Joni Mitchell/Janice Joplin/Liz Taylor/Barbara Walters/other historical figure, to the retreat to move forward, to the guy whose name is spelled “Criss Chross”, to the world through Kenneth’s eyes, to the Problem Solvers, and countless other things that have become part of my regular vocabulary… I want to go to there.

Thanks for all the silliness and for all the work you’ve done for the LadyNerd cause – because if it’s good enough for nerdrageous Liz Lemon, it’s good enough for us all.

meat30rockYou are so wonderfully ridiculous – you have inspired me enormously and I am very grateful for all the mirth you’ve brought me.  Just know that you can rely on this moi to keep working on your night cheese.

High-fiving a million angels,
Keira Daley
Tragic Fan – Oceania Division

PS: Well, this is a thing I’m delighted to hear – SOMEBODY BRING ME SOME HAM!

PPS:

PPPS: IT SHOULD’VE GONE TO THE OTHER BOY!

Nerdy New Year!

Greetings nerderinos!

I hope you had an awesome “tis” (aka: “the season”).  I sure did.

Meanwhile, I’ve been throwing around a metric shitload of ideas for future LadyNerd shows, with Misters Chamberlain, Lead, and James-Moody – all nerdfaced as ever – and even delving into some songwriting.  Naturally, it’s all video game themes and iPad drums and grammatical correctness at LadyNerd HQ.

We’ll see you soon for some or all of the above, and more…

Have yourself a G-D wonderful 2013!

- Keira and Team LadyNerd

PS: Just thought you should know, I rang in the new year as Liz Lemon using The Force to get out of jury duty…

Liz Lemon as Princess Leia

“I don’t really think it’s fair for me to be on a jury because I can read thoughts…”

 

Memories from the ‘burgh

LadyNerd is on the way to Edinburgh Fringe 2012.  That means the incomparable ninjamazing music nerd, Mark Chamberlain, and that weirdo with the dancing eyebrows who occasionally writes about herself in third person, Keira Daley, are going to do their thing for the world’s largest arts festival in just a matter of weeks.

I performed at Edinburgh Fringe three years ago and, in the lead up to my solo debut there, I’ve been recalling the weird and wonderful things that await, and anticipating the surprises in store.

Just yesterday I found a business card (I keep pretty much every business card I’m given in a small cardboard treasure-chest-shaped box I’ve had since 1996) which took me right back to Edinburgh Fringe 2009.  The card – black ink on thin mottled white cardboard – says the person’s name and title:

LASTNAME,FIRSTNAME
ADULT ENTERTAINER

This is accompanied by, presumably, his home address (in Ireland) and picture of a clapperboard.  Because we all know what that means.

Let me explain how I wound up with this piece of quality memorabilia.

It was morning out on the Royal Mile early on in the Fringe – before we all realised that flyering before midday was a waste of time.  I was with my flyering buddy for that day, and we were in costume.  The show was Princess Cabaret – a musical sketch comedy that gave a messed-up twist to classic fairytales – and I was Sleeping Beauty.

We were approached by a man who seemed interested in what we had to say, which is good when you’re trying to sell people a show.  So we were friendly and chatty and didn’t immediately realise he was just waiting so he could tell us conspiracy theories and peer into our souls because he had special powers.  Or something.  It was weird and a little creepy and I don’t remember the details exactly because he was kind of mean to me in particular.  He saw something dark in my aura.  I think they call it logic.

So imagine our surprise when we were accosted by a second colourful character before the clock had even struck twelve.  A muscular man, fair-skinned, with long dark hair in a long dark plait down his back, who was roughly 5’3″, began a flirtatious conversation with us.  Again, being out for one thing – SELLING OUR SHOW, OH PLEASE BUY TICKETS – we responded with friendliness where perhaps a more discerning state of mind would have yielded a “Shut it down” response.

He was a “performer” like us.  In fact, he was a “dancer” but, no, he didn’t have a show at the Fringe.  He was an “exotic dancer”.  Okay then.  He cut to it – he wanted us to “party” with him.  We said: “Come to our show and we’ll totally* have a drink with you after.”  He said: “Here’s my card, give me a call after your show.”

And there it was – “adult entertainer”.  He had one thing right – we were entertained.

Just to complete the story, in case the ending were not obvious, he bought all 150 tickets to that evening’s show and we did a special “private” performance…

That never happened.

So I guess the moral of this story is, don’t trust flyerers on anything other than the show they’re selling – they may humour your flirting, they may listen to your conspiracy theories, but in the end they are there to sell.  As well they should be.  If you’re not interested in buying, maybe avoid those two blocks during August between midday and 6pm.

If you genuinely want to woo a flyerer, go see the damn show.  Nothing says “I care” like shelling out the price of admission.

And finally, if you want to promote your stripping career at the Edinburgh Fringe, do what The Chippendales did at the Gilded Balloon that same year and do a hilarious comedy show.

That was a comedy, right?

*holy freakin’ no, we really won’t

 

Frequent Inaccuracies

…or: “How to be a dick about praise”…

I have been very, very fortunate that this show has been so overwhelmingly positively received.  And for this I am delighted and grateful – in fact, I’m pretty chuffed people bother writing anything about my show, after all my years of doing shows that flew under the zeitgeisty radar.

However.  I am also a pedant.  And while I have taken great pains to be factually accurate while not boring you rigid in my show, not everyone who has written about my show has done the same.

My writing buddy Pete Lead thinks I should put together some “fun facts” to address these issues.  His suggestion is:

Fact: One of you will make an error while writing your (glowing) review of LadyNerd.
Fact: I will read that review.
Fact: I will scream.
Fact: I will find you.
Fact: You cannot hide.
Fact: You will not scream; you will not have time.

I’m not sure this Dexter-style approach is exactly the one I want to take, apt though the sentiment may be.  But perhaps I could do a “Frequent Inaccuracies” page.  It would go something like this:

  • Read these letters carefully: K-E-I-R-A.  Not Keria.  Not Kiera…
  • Read these letters carefully: D-A-L-E-Y.  Not Daly.  Not Daily.  Not Dailey.  Not Darley.  Not Xsfgliz…
  • It’s Ada Lovelace, not Linda.  If there’s any connection between the world’s first computer programmer and the deep throated pioneer, I’m sure it’s fascinating but I hazard a guess that it may not be pertinent.
  • Ada Lovelace is daughter of Lord Byron, not John Keats.  I hate Keats (and apparently so did Byron).  Ode On A Grecian BLERG.
  • One Of The Boys, as sung in my show, is by Dolly Parton, not Katy Perry.  Good lord, throw me a fricken bone here…
  • If you are super happy that, finally, someone (me) has got up on stage and whinged about apostrophe misuse – hooray!  I am super happy too – camaraderie, nerd power, etc.  But I would advise you to get your work proofread – everyone makes mistakes and this is why those smart, professionally pedantic people called sub-editors have their work cut out for them.  Every.  Goddamn.  Day.
  • If you see fit to question facts and figures in my show, that’s great – I want to be accurate and if I’m wrong, please correct (la, la, la).  But if you do, make sure you’re right or I will be a know-it-all douche about it.  Why?  Because all it takes is a few minutes on Google to work out whether you have a case or not.  The internet is more amazing than the top of your head – why not use it?

So… I guess you’re all put off writing anything about my show now that I’ve been such a dick about it.  Sorry about that.  No, I really am sorry.  Hey, wait, come back!  I totally need your approval – even if it’s unperfect.

IRONY OUT.

Nerdination Tour Diary

NOTE: There are accompanying photos for this post but WordPress is being a wang right now…

We played three cities in eight days last week – not an especially huge tour, but it was pretty hardcore for little ol’ me.  Here’s how it went down…

It began in hometown Sydney at Slide Lounge, where I stepped on stage for the first time in about seven months to again perform the most demanding show I’ve ever done.  And if there’s one thing I’ve learnt on this mini-tour, it’s that LadyNerd is a mo-fo’ing bitch diva of a show… that I love dearly, of course.

I especially love how the show I wrote for myself is so dense and unyielding. I was in the perfect position to make life easy, but no – the writer in me would have none of it. She wanted the show to be word-goddamn-perfect and scripted up the wahzoo – which is bizarre considering I did improv for years.  Keira the writer is a senior and dominant force, and the actor in me just had to appease and keep up.  The singer – by far the youngest player in this pretentious metaphor – skipped along behind those two, ribbons in her hair, innocently enjoying herself while trying not to trip over.

I’ll add two last characters to the awkward metaphor and then, I promise, I’ll stop.  My inner-producer/publicist did a solid job because lots of people came!  As for my techie side?  She’s an unqualified nitwit who is learning, but very, very slowly.

Sydney was such a sweet start to the mini-tour.  Not only was it full of friends, it was full of bona fide nerds I didn’t already know, including some bright sparks from Cosmos magazine!  Legit nerd cred, y’all.  All this made for a super-sharp audience and I really had a great time.  To my relief, I found I could still do my thing after months of merely imagining it.

I was especially lucky to have friends there who had seen the show once, twice, or even more than half a dozen times before in its various incarnations, right there again hearing many of the same jokes and songs and still being completely amazing audience members every time and hugely supportive of this weird thing I’m obsessed with.  I’m very grateful to have them.

We had a day off and then it was up, up and away to Brisbane!  First thing?  Amazing, warm sunshine – a foreign concept in Sydney of late, but this is not a small-talk blog (I wonder if the Bureau of Meteorology is offended by the stigma attached to discussing the weather).  Then to our lovely venue, Stockholm Syndrome – place of delicious food and coffee and so-lovely-it-kills-me staff.

There had been a charity event on that day, and there were the remnants of very colourful performers left behind – feathers from boas, helium balloons, spectacular drag queens packing up their props… la vie boheme!  But would it be a nerd haven too?  The answer came at showtime, when one of the venue’s owners, Mark, wore a Space Invaders tee. Word.

I like to think there’s enough variety in the show that, even if Mario or Sonic or Daria aren’t your bag, you’ll still enjoy it.  So I was pleased (and relieved) when a member of our Brisbane audience told me afterwards: “I’m not a nerd at all but I loved it!”  Similarly, back at Sydney Fringe last year, one of the punters said: “My young daughter is a nerd and we don’t know where she gets it from. But now I know: I’m a nerd enabler!”  And finally, far, far too many people relate to: “I’d rather be right than happy.” (so suck it, Dr Phil!).

In both Sydney and Brisbane, we teched on the day of the show.  This is, given it’s a show of 30-odd cues and a tonne of keyboard patches (accompanied by my aforementioned dimwitted tech brain and the impending terror of show itself), a dead-set nightmare.  If I never have to experience that combo-platter of crazy again, I will be very thankful.

Fortunately, for our next two destinations, we didn’t/don’t.  At Adelaide Cabaret Festival, we mercifully teched the day before (in Edinburgh we tech a few days before preview – happiness!).  It was a grueling five-hour slog due to some unexpected delays, and by the end I could’ve hugged the whole universe that I didn’t then have to haul my obliterated self on stage.  It also helped that had a technical dream-team at Adelaide Festival Centre.  Our lighting guy created the coolest pre-show state – we had our Tetris backdrop for these shows and the preset made the pieces all change colours.  RAD(ioactive).

Post-tech, MD Mark and I ate amazing food.  This is not a food blog (surprise!), but it was that good, it’s worth a vague mention in the chronicles of forever.

Next day, show day number one!  This is the part where I tell you we were given the full five-star treatment at this festival.  The hotel was amazing, the hotel breakfast was amazing, everyone was super, super nice, and I got interviewed by the ABC alongside a star of Broadway just before my show.  Surreal and super cool.  Then it was lovely showtime followed by amazing pizza in the Winter Garden (there I go talking about food again).  It was all very sparkly – about as sparkly as my “distractingly pretty” MD Mark Chamberlain.  I can claim credit for his Tetris tie, but it is hardly the locks of Samson.

It was pretty terrific in Radelaide, I’ve got to say.  People liked us!  They really liked us… even if I don’t know what vocal range ‘feminist’ is, and even if they questioned my nerd cred (so help me you are wrong, Advertiser – Super Mario is 27 this year!)

By show day number two, I really could’ve got used to the freakin’ sweet treatment.  I’d love to have that breakfast buffet everywhere I went.  And later that day, I treated myself to an awkwardly named but delicious lunch.  Enough with the food already!  I should eat before I blog…

To top it all off, our second Adelaide audience was – hands down – the nerdiest pack of uber-nerds to enter the LadyNerd realm.  Oh yes, it was as racy as that sounds – I could’ve married this entire audience.  They were so on-the-ball with every single reference in the show, they were laughing and cheering punchlines on approach (biggest cheer for “Tom Baker” so far – they didn’t even wait for the rest of the line “the best Doctor Who”. Sharp as a tack!).  They talked back at me – in a good way – and I talked back at them and, lo, it was amazing fun.  As a relative newcomer to solo work, all I can say is – more of THAT, please!  So thank you if you were there.  What an unbelievable way to end our mini-tour!

Next, it’s the steam-train to Edinburgh Fringe.  Not literally.  It’s really far.

Opening night and a JoCo cover

We did our first show of the year/tour last night in our hometown Sydney.  It was a monster truck nerdy love-in and we had a great time.  If you were there, we salute and thank you!

We also took the opportunity to give our new music video a premiere.  And now here it is on the interwebz for your international viewing convenience.  It’s our cover of a Jonathan Coulton classic, partly a tribute to karaoke videos, but mostly it’s a nerdy kind of love story…