[will work for drugs, alcohol, and pussy...]
....
It was a display problem, where we had a display of a certain known
size, and we wanted to plot a line on it that reflected an even-numbered
(10, 20, 50, 100, etc.) length. We told them that we wanted a procedure
that took the screen size in real-world coordinates, the desired size in
real-world coordinates, and the number of pixels in real-world
coordinates, and that coughed up the line size in pixels. It actually
came from a real product (sometimes we had system pictures in the
conference rooms & we could point to the box & say "it's in that there
box, as a matter of fact").
If they didn't start that way themselves we'd encourage them to "just do
the math" first, and look for how well they did their 8th grade algebra
problems.
If at that point I'd started drawing little diagrams of pixels and bytes
and schtuff, what would my chances have been? ;-)
I once came up with a three-line Eratosthenes sieve on the back of an
envelope at a bus stop. I didn't memorize it, but it's almost trivial -
HEY!! I just had a profound revelation! This is where the power of
drawing a picture lies! Dood, it's so simple! I feel like this guy:
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Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes of Harvard Medical School inhaled ether
at a time when it was popularly supposed to produce such mystical or
"mind-expanding" experiences, much as LSD is supposed to produce such
experiences today. Here is his account of what happened:
"I once inhaled a pretty full dose of ether, with the
determination to put on record, at the earliest moment of regaining
consciousness, the thought I should find uppermost in my mind. The mighty
music of the triumphal march into nothingness reverberated through my
brain, and filled me with a sense of infinite possibilities, which made me
an archangel for a moment. The veil of eternity was lifted. The one great
truth which underlies all human experience and is the key to all the
mysteries that philosophy has sought in vain to solve, flashed upon me in
a sudden revelation. Henceforth all was clear: a few words had lifted my
intelligence to the level of the knowledge of the cherubim. As my natural
condition returned, I remembered my resolution; and, staggering to my
desk, I wrote, in ill-shaped, straggling characters, the all-embracing
truth still glimmering in my consciousness. The words were these (children
may smile; the wise will ponder): `A strong smell of turpentine prevails
throughout.'"
-- The Consumers Union Report: Licit & Illicit Drugs
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CHeers!
Rich