US Shift Report in Iambic Pentameter


Subject: US Shift Report in Iambic Pentameter
From: William Shakespeare (wills@theglobe.co.uk)
Date: Tue Feb 15 2000 - 13:15:41 EST


                          A COMEDY OF ERRORS
                  A tragedie by William Shakespeare

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

Erik Katsavounidis -- Duke of Gran Sasso
Alessandra DiCredico -- Wife to the Duke
Ianni Katsavounidis -- Martial of Gran Sasso troops
Niccola Zaccheo \
Massimo Orsini - Attendants on the duke
Roberto Guiliuani /
Bob Nolty -- Fool

Scene: Gran Sasso Labs

ACT I -- Erik's office
=====

ERIK: For one year more than ten hath MACRO run,
         and sixty million muons spooled to tape.
         So now to us in this time it doth fall
         to set its improprieties aright;
         to calibrate the measure of its bits;
         in short, to maximize what physics from
         our MACRO may be squeezed. And to this
         we are consign'd, appointed and resolv'd.

ALLE: To this, good husband, yes; but also more.
         The days of life are number'd and do fly.
         There is wine to be enjoy'd and meat
         to tempt your all too-weary tongue, which talks
         of calibrations when it should be wrapped
         around lasagne or a roasted hen.
         There's music to engage the ears that now
         are poised to hear a fan about to fail.
         And art there is to gaze upon with eyes
         now fixed upon a CRT that's filled
         with num'rous numbers, too small to be seen.

ERIK: In this, as alway, my good wife is seen
         to speak most wisely; yet I think it good
         to take this time to plan for future wars.
         But I'll for home within 5 minutes, love.

ALLE: Oft this I've heard; your minutes do contain
         much more than sixty seconds. I'll to home
         and there prepare our primi and secondi.
                                                                {Exit.}

ERIK: Field Martial, what the men we have at hand?

IANNI: They number four, of whom are three I trust;
         the fourth I would have sent away or shot.
         First Massimo Orsini.

ERIK: What is he?

IANNI: A good man, handy with a sold'ring iron,
         who lately fixed the SM2 LIP board.

ERIK: The LIP was broke? I would hear more of this.

IANNI: Five runs did stall in bursts of LIP No-Qs.
         Orsini is acquainted with the LIP;
         oft he hath changed a voltage regulator
         that makes much heat, in dropping twenty-four
         volts down to five for TTL. This changed
         he once again, also resoldering
         a LEMO input, and he did redo
         a flaky cable. Now runs stall no more.
         Second, Niccola Zaccheo.

ERIK: What he?

IANNI: In faith he is a good man. None there is
         who better knows STOP Master's inner parts.
         The SM5 STOP Master he today
         hath ope'd and found therein an Actel chip
         that fails to assert the CAMAC line bit 9.
         The upshot is the SM+1 bit
         is never in the pattern register,
         nor do TOHM clock words have bit 9 set on.
         No Actel spares we have, for at Caltech
         all design files were lost in a disk crash.

ERIK: But this is not a problem for our friends
         the data analyzers, who will note
         the SM+1+coincidence
         bit *is* set in the pattern register;
         and timewords that we find of int'rest do
         not range beyond 2 to the power of 9.

IANNI: In truth, my lord, an issue it is not.
         Roberto Guiliani is the third.

ERIK: What he?

IANNI: A rugby player, who hath worn
         Italia's blue shirt in a junior match
         against the fearsome Scots.

ERIK: All well and good,
         but what hath he for us done lately, eh?

IANNI: Our phototubes he doth replace apace.

ERIK: A dirty bus'ness that. And who the fourth?

IANNI: A cad, a wretch, a knave, a fool, in short
         a programmer. Bob Nolty is he called.

ERIK: I wish to meet him.

IANNI: That can be arranged.

ACT II -- A terminal room
======

BOB: {aside} True, DCL is irritating but
         'tis from this that a perl has emerged.

ERIK: What means he thus?

IANNI: This knave refers to scripts
         that he hath writ in Perl to run upon
         our vaxes and our alphas, taking all
         the data that's on TA90 tapes
         to copy it to DLTs with which
         we can reprocess all the data when
         we spin the DD DLTs anon,
         recalibrating as we go along
         and making all the data streams for those
         who analyze the data far away.

ERIK: This work is good, for we must start to spin
         the DLTs within a week or so
         to have a hope of reprocessing all
         before the first of May, when changes all.

IANNI: But I have changes planned in CALCODE, Duke,
         That will improve results a half percent.

ERIK: Enough! No more! 'Tis good enough as is.
         On Monday next the tapes begin to spin.
         Good sir, what is the work that you now do?

BOB: Your dukeness, now I seek the pongs our pings
         do miss.

ERIK: What? Riddles all? Please answer plain.

BOB: Sure, duke. Our supernova watch doth ail,
         For VMS the data hath on disk;
         the metamonitor on Unix lives;
         The link, a disk by NFS we mount;
         But these five days the link hath not been up.
         
ERIK: And what the cure?

BOB: I hath emaileth those
         in charge. These emails were received, except,
         that to the network manager did bounce
         and say the network is configured wrong.
         There's humor there for those incined to see't.

ERIK: And those who did receive your mail say what?

BOB: They try to fix; but still the link stays down.
         Still our internal supernova watch
         is fine; but to the international
         network we're absent for these past few days.

ERIK: I'll more of this anon; for now my wife
         upon this screen doth message me, to wit:
         "Five minutes said you half an hour ago;
         forsake your lab and get thee home to eat."
         I'd be wise to listen to her now.
         But say, field martial, why the frowning scowl?

IANNI: The problem's here upon this CRT.
         In preparation for the DLT
         reprocessing, I am accounting for
         all runs now known; but see, these gaps exist
         of data taken but missing from tapes.
         Here, for four days the data took was lost,
         in February 1995.
         And this is not the first gap I have found.
         I'll no more on it; it hath made me mad.

ERIK: What's past is past; the present's our concern.
         Tomorrow is our usual maint'nance day.
         The nine o'clock navetta shall we take
         And fix what's wrong, if we would earn our pay.

ACT III - a nearby grotto; next day
=======

ERIK: Once more onto the pasarellas, friends,
         or fill the hall up with our oil spills!
         What news, field martial?

IANNI: None that's good, my duke.
         The SM3 LaMOSSKa, which has failed
         to give the early stop on many runs,
         (though not all runs) we did engage in war.
         The tide did seem to flow our way at first;
         A flaky cable we redid and saw
         the stops arriving at the waveform crate.
         But when the runs commenced again next day,
         the early stops still often failed to come.

ERIK: There's something rotten in Hall B, I say.
         
MASSIMO: LeCroy high voltage crates have power supplies,
         including one of 30 V; and I
         have checked the one that now we call the spare,
         which we removed from SM2 because
         it one day turned the tubes quick off and on.
         Now on the test bench I see nothing wrong --
         but dare we trust it with our precious tubes?

{enter Bob, wearing a yellow hard hat}

ERIK: What means this silly hat upon your head?

BOB: I do you honor, duke, by wearing it.

ERIK: You honor, or you mock me?

BOB: Honor, faith,
         For Giorgio says that we must wear these hats
         When an important visitor is here.

ERIK: Be off with your hat, or off with your head!

BOB: I'm out of my head; none would be the harm.

ERIK: Thou, knave, art mad!

BOB: I am but mad east-southeast;
         when the nus are westerly I know a nu from an atmu.
                                                {Exit.} N.B. rockmap humor

IANNI: We're off now to the calibration wars.
                                                {Exit Ianni and Massimo}

{Phone rings.}
ERIK: Hello? Yes, love? I know, dear, that we had
         an evening in the symphony hall planned.
         But I was not to know how much the work.
         The course of maint'nance day ne'er did run smooth. {Hangs up.}

{Enter Niccola with base.}
NICCOLA: The base of phototubes is our ally,
         But some o'er to the other side do fly.
         See this, the first resistor in the chain,
         drops more volts than its rating doth allow.
         And after years enduring this abuse,
         We now see its resistance grow and grow
         'Til we must ope' some tank ends and replace
         resistors with a higher-rated one.

{Enter Massimo, oily.}
MASSIMO: Our MACRO's wounded; from her side doth flow
         (well, more like seep) an issue of her oil.
         Near SM3 side 1, the floor's oft slick;
         and plastic sheets above are oily too.

{Enter Roberto, with phototube.}
ROBERTO: Some phototubes do flash and they must be
         replaced with any of our twenty spares.
         With spares so few, we dare not go replace
         the tubes in layer T that now are filled
         with Helium and cause most of our TOHMs
         (though bad, not yet a problem to our rate.)

{Enter Bob, with NIM scaler}
BOB: Tank 2E10 has high rate in the LIP.
         I read the secondary trigger rate
         from PHRASE for this box; it's a hundred times
         above the rate the neigb'ring boxes have.

{Enter Ianni, with small phototube.}
IANNI: You know while pulsing LEDs, we read
         the pedestals on laser ref'rence tubes.
         But SM3 AREF reads nil or one,
         so I suspect a DC offset there,
         and pedestals that should be negative.
         Still current software can't compute the slopes
         unless the pedestal we read is good.

ERIK: You overwhelm me with reports of gloom.
         Retreat! Retreat! 'Tis clear that fortune's doom
         hangs thickly all about us in this room.

IANNI: The five o'clock navetta does arrive;
         and if we catch it, we'll escape alive.

ACT IV - Erik's office; next day
======

ERIK: Why lounge ye all about and drink caffe?

MASSIMO: Because AXPGS won't allow
         a login.

{Enter Ianni.}
IANNI: This was true, but now 'tis solv'd.
         The large new disk brought here by Charlie Peck
         replaced the old DISK$MACRO disk;
         but when our old files to the new disk came,
         they were reblocked, as fits a larger disk.
         But small files placed in large block sizes grow
         and people who were near the quota then
         exceed it now; and so could not log in.
         But Nazzareno hath increased the size
         of quotas, so you now can get inside.

NICCOLA: To work! There's data to be analyzed.

ERIK: Now name the losses incurred on this shift.

ROBERTO: The phototubes we lost add up to five:
         there's three that flashed, and one could not hold gain.
         The last one, unprovoked, would sometims give
         a huge output, up in LaMOSSKa range.
         One other tank was ope'd to change a base.

ERIK: Good tubes, gone to the Counter in the Sky.
         But now, is all else right in MACROland?

IANNI: Not all, good duke. In laser runs I see
         some boxes with left-right asymmetry
         of pulse response to mid-point laser light.
         We check these tanks, and oft we see such things
         as flashing tubes or downward-drifting gains.
         But other tanks give perfect SPEs
         so we can only speculate the cause.
         Perhaps one tube has low efficiency,
         or optic coupling to the tank end's poor.

NICCOLA: And when I check the waveforms, oft I see
         the first event of runs in each SM
         o'erflow with no zero suppression on.
         Yet after this event's read out, no more
         occurs this problem 'til the run is o'er.
         Then, two tanks sometimes make some pulses strange,
         some up to tens of microseconds long.
         'Tis thought these might be LED discharge
         of voltages built up from who knows where.

IANNI: And then, the code to iterate the LUTs
         has many hacks that may have once made sense,
         hardcoding certain values for some tanks
         that then did not converge to LUTs that worked.
         But now this code is making life a pain;
         some bad tanks don't improve when it is run.
         For new tubes, it can give us good results.
         But many GC rates, both high and low,
         are stuck and not made better by this code.
         For muon physics, all is running well,
         But GC thresholds are not uniform.
         And when you're loading new LUTs, please take care
         to see 1C13-16 load.
         For, who knows why, but oft they fail and then
         no triggers give 'til we stop and reload.

ERIK: To such bad news, I've only one response:
         Let's to the bar; I'll buy caffe for all!

ACT V - the bar
=====

{Men at bar. Enter Alle.}
ALLE: {To Ianni.} Tonight, my love, will be a wondrous night,
         for we have planned a dinner to delight,
         then to an art show lovely to the sight.

IANNI: Dear lady, pardon me, for you mistook
         me for your husband, who stands over there.

ALLE: Excuse me, kind sir; but you look so much
         like him I swear his brother you could be.

IANNI: 'Tis odd you mention brothers, for you see,
         I have a brother whom I've never known.
         For in a shipwreck, mom gave birth to twins
         but saved just me; her son and mate were lost.

ALLE: 'Tis odd indeed, for Erik's father says
         his mother and his brother both were lost
         when he was born. Now do you olives like?

IANNI: I love them!

ALLE: Then you must be he! Oh, my!
         Come, Erik, meet your brother you thought dead!

ERIK: 'Tis true? I always liked this faithful man!
         Come join us as this night we dine and see
         an art show to delight fraternal eyes!

IANNI: So all's well that ends well; 'twas much ado about MACRO.
         This comedie of errors ends herein.

                                FINIS



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