Trees do the darndest things! (Part III)

STREAKERRRRRR!!!!

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(sorry, everyone. Again).

Part I: British roots / on the fence
Part II: Treehuggers

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Whining and opining

We (well, mostly Mr E Man) have spent the last couple of weeks booking flights and accommodation for a much-needed vacation in Puerto Rico. We’ve now got everything sorted except the car rental and the last night’s hotel and are getting very excited – I’ve had a grand total of five days off in 2012, and one of them was for a job interview so it didn’t really count. And the best part? My sister’s flying out from London to meet us for the second week! YAY!

But before the two weeks of beaches and rainforests and swimming and kayaking and rum can begin, there’s all that pre-trip research to be done. As usual, we’ve been  relying quite heavily on Trip Advisor for accommodation reviews, and we’ve booked what seem to be some really nice places…

…according to most reasonable people, anyway.

I find the 2-4 star reviews to be the most informative, the 5 star reviews the most reassuring, and the 1-star reviews the most hilarious. I’m not talking about places that have a low overall ranking, where the 1-star reviews are likely to be fairly accurate – or about genuinely bad things (e.g. credit card fraud, seen in one 2011 review of one of our hotels – we’ll be extra vigilant!) happening in otherwise well regarded places. Nope, I’m talking about the handful of 1-star reviews for places with a 4.5-5-star average rating. Hours of entertainment, I tells ya!

Some examples from my favourite 1-star reviews, paraphrased a little bit (but really, really not that much):

“There were hundreds of ants in my rainforest chalet! Completely unacceptable!”

“The frogs that live in this rainforest were far too loud at night”

“The bathroom in my rainforest chalet had a very damp feel to it”

“They let people with small children stay here! It did not say this on the website, and it ruined our stay. Parents: this is not the right place to take your young children!”

“The road you drive on to get to this place is lined with McDonalds, WalMarts and the like. It didn’t feel like you were anywhere exotic at all”

“The desk staff and cleaners all greeted me with a smile and a hello, but nothing beyond what you’d expect at somewhere like a Holiday Inn for half the price” (I guess they were expecting bowing, scraping and fawning?)

“To get there from the nearest town you had to drive through a really quite impoverished area. I didn’t want to see that! They should let you know in advance on the website”

“I didn’t actually stay here. I called to ask about reserving a room for Christmas, but they just laughed and then hung up” (owner’s response: “you called in early December. We’d been booked up for the Christmas week since at least Easter. Also, you called our six-room B&B after midnight, and we get up at 5am to start making breakfast”)

My favourite start to a review, seen in two separate examples: “I do NOT understand all the 5-star reviews for this place! Those people must be very inexperienced travelers / used to staying in bedbug-infested hostels”

You do occasionally see the opposite: “The toilet leaked all over my clean clothes, the roof caved in for no reason in the middle of the night, and the maid stole my passport, but apart from that it was lovely. Four stars”, but much less often.

We are, of course, completely undeterred. We read similar complaints (and heard some in person, too) about the resort we stayed at in Cuba, from people who apparently think an embargo is some kind of Latin American dance: “The decor was so outdated – I felt like I was back in the 90s!” “Can you believe they ran out of real Coke and I had to drink that local stuff?!” “The veggies were all frozen, not fresh! I complained to the staff how bad the food was, but they didn’t seem to care!” – and we really liked the place. You just have to have realistic expectations.

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Bragging Rights Central archive, Oct 2012 – Mar 2013

The recent lack of regular updates is due to my new job: I used to update the sidebar at my desk during my Friday lunch break, but now that I work in a much more social environment and have lunch with my colleagues, I don’t do that any more and haven’t quite got into a new regular routine yet. I’m sure it’ll all work out…

As always, dates are the date of archiving, not the date of the actual comment / post.

VWXYNot? Comment(s) of the week:

Oct 15 2012: John the Plumber for “You may have heard of the plumber getting married who went to the printers to order the invitation cards. The printer asked him the time of the ceremony. The plumber said, “Well If its not in the morning it’ll be in the afternoon.”

Needless to say I don’t have a watch – but I do have a handy metal tag on my keyring stamped with the letters N O and W which I consult when occasion demands.”

Professor in Training for “It was a band from the land far, far away that never really made it big anywhere else. But to me they were everything. Everything. Sigh. It was the 80s. And I still have all of their albums on my iPod. And the poster they autographed is still framed at at my parents’ house.”

Nina for “I cried watching airport-dad. That is one amazing commercial. (proudFathers is good too). It makes me wonder if it would be better if the Tim Hortons-management became Canada’s pm.

Because on a related note, in a pubquiz the other week my friends thought Canada had a female progressive green PM, and I had to bitterly correct them..”

[…]

“sorry, I just remembered YOU are going to dominate the world soon! Please take TH as your advisors Cath …

And yet, I’m not sure how I would feel if I came to a dark snowy country and my husband would give me mediocre cold coffee in a paper cup. But then again, I am (brr) white and I grew up with mediocre cold coffee, so how could I compare.”

and Lisbeth for “Loved the proud-daddy-commercial but like Nina, I were also thinking: would I really want a cup of coffee at that moment??!
What happened to flowers, balloons and big banners of “Welcome to Canada, my loved ones” :D”

Oct 26 2012: Eva for “One of my now-Canadian friends moved there with her parents when she was 11. So both her and her parents are the same generation of immigrant, which I also find terribly confusing.”

Nina for “As for other apps, ideally I’d like one that you can use without having a smartphone to operate other people’s phones to turn them off when you start an actual real-life conversation with them.”

Bob O’H for “I agree with you on “we are a world-renowned lab”, but had never thought about it for gentle reminders. I’ve interpreted these as saying (“just a nudge, I’m not pissed off with you. Yet”).”

Richard Wintle for “My boss is fond of saying that if someone feels to write that their group is “world renowned”, it probably isn’t. As an adjective, it’s as useless as the phrase “Needless to say…”, and should never be used. IMHO of course.”

Beth Snow for “Any time I get an email with “gentle reminder” in it, I picture the person who sent it red-faced and screaming “WTF is wrong with you???!!! Why haven’t you sent me that [insert item name] that I already asked you for 17 times???!!!””

Bob O’H again for “I’ve read all of His Dark Materials, but I had to turn the light on to see them.”

ScientistMother for “traitor!!!! Oh can you give up on the starks?! I hang my head in shame.

LOVED Hunger Games. Now stop reviewing books till I’m finished my PhD damn it. I have ZERO time to read anything other than childrens books and journal articles. I do NOT need to be reminded about what I’m missing. And yes its all about me, how many times do I need to tell you?!”

Richard Wintle again for “I’ll give you my nomination for “Time Suck of the Decade” – the Lemony Snicket books. After half a dozen or so, you realize they all play to a rapidly-tiring formula. And despite the author’s assertions that the ending will be unsatisfying and disappointing, it still came as a shock to me that it was, in fact, unsatisfying and disappointing.”

and Bean-Mom for “I read Michael Ondaatje’s “The English Patient” and it’s one of the few instances where I preferred the movie to the book. You’re right that Ondaatje’s prose is gorgeous. But I had zero empathy for any of his characters. The main lovers were a pair of jerks, and the movie was better because it made them slightly more likeable.”

Dec 7 2012:

Nina for “Brilliant! That is in fact exactly how I look in the field! Just exchange the bow for a soil corer! Now I will have to read the books. And plan that writing retreat soon to write my fieldwork-memoirs as a phantasy-trilogy.

You will be happy to hear that within the next month I have another 2 weeks of fieldwork planned (the last?!?!) with an innocent intern who has no knowledge whatsoever of my grumpy fieldwork monologues. The only thing I am looking forward to is to write the blogpost when it’s al over and done with.

More on-topic of your gigantic post: I’ve read the dark materials and absolutely loved them, and as always didn’t know of any religious references until now (I was very much protected from religion when I grew up, and as a result I am capable of enjoying overly religious children’s books without getting any of the religious hints. Even after I’d read critics on how biblical the Narnia series are, I reread the series without finding any reference to religion).”

[…]

“Yeah, Aslan=Jesus is what I read, but I still don’t get it??! I might be really easily converted to Christianity when the Day comes and all Narnia-fans are sought out for salvation.

Until then I’ll try to think of Jesus as a fluffy grandfatherly lion who is cuddly and can fly.”

Bob O’H for “The lion is one of the symbols used for Jesus. I don’t suppose Aslan the Pelican (yes, a pelican – the Church of England never got that memo, apparently) wouldn’t have worked as well.”

ScientistMother for “Like Nina my non-Christianity knowledge meant I was completely oblivious to the fact that the lion was supposed to be Jesus. Apparently its a “known” incarnation.

But seriously Lions are the symbol of Sikh men. Singh means lion in sanskrit and is the middle name of almost all Punjabi males (my hubby and son incl). Really, I grew up thinking the aslan was a kick ass punjabi sikh. Fuck Jesus. Maybe Hans Anderson needs to realize that the lion can be whoever the fuck we want him to be..”

Nina again for “oh yes, tripadvisor reads like a book/blog sometimes. When I stayed in the hostel from hell in Perth last year and only read tripadvisor afterwards, I was so relieved that I wasn’t the only one freaked out by the blood and vomit and visible bacterial colonies in the bathroom. And then I started looking for similarly bad hostels just to get a laugh out of the reviews.

In NZ I had the opposite happening once though: I had booked a hostel based on positive reviews by what I now realize were 18 year old travelling overseas teenagers who missed home: they all wrote how the hostel owner made them feel so at home like a “mother away from home”. As someone with a somewhat troubled relationship with my own mother, I really couldn’t handle this lady and her motherly attention.”

Chall for “I have noticed the same… a few years ago I stayed in NY at a hotel where the reviews were very telling. People who signed their home as “Europe” thought it was “a great hotel for the price, location superb and ok beds” compared to “:small rooms, not matching decor, staff was not superfriendly” …. I’d happily admit it was a slightly older hotel but it was also not top priced.

As for going abroad to exotic places, I tend to look at “where the place is located” since I don’t want t osave money but ending up in the redlightdrugdistrict (hello back-backing trail years!).”

and Richard Wintle for “Ooo errr missus… er… mister… um…

*runs away*”

Dec 17 2012:

Steve Caplan for “What I’ve learned from your recent blog:

1) Markers might be more fun than glue
2) You like to take a leek (or 3)
3) You work for a SWOT team

Cool!”

Richard Wintle for “Nanosatellite? Hm, strikes me there are a few companies around touting single-molecule sequencers that have all the characteristics of this nanosatellite, as well as Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster and the Area 51 alien (i.e., lots of people want to believe they exist, but evidence is sorely lacking). If only they’d incorporated in Bulgaria.”

Steve Caplan again for “I would have definitely gone with: Shuttle-cockpit expert backhands flying turkey…”

Chall for ““DO NOT TELL ME ANYTHING ABOUT THE ENGLAND GAME” <- oh you mean like when we beat you in the last friendly football game 😉 (you know I had to. it made me SO mad that Sweden played so well in a game that didn’t really matter. At least not as much as the game in june. Ah well)

I TOTALLY agree with you on the “show real games in real time” from ANY sport. Here in the US I’ve seen more college hockey games though. Not as much – obviously – since there are those licensing and right etc but I really think they COULD do something about it, IF the powers behind the TV channel actually cared. But, tbh, I think they are doing the cheaop way and keeping reruns of old non costly games, still taking the money for the channels and probalby the commercials too…. I might be bitter (I am) but I would’ve liked to see something else than Basketball and [American] Football. Especially since there is lots of winter sports around the world – a lot of World championhips in skiing just to name one.

right now I’m having the feeling that there will be no season of NHL and my team in the NFL will fail to join in on the superbowl playoffs so….. I might need to take up watching basketball? (I’m not too much of a fan though…) Of course, there is always the possibility of stopping to care about sports at all.

yeah. right. ;)”

Richard Wintle again for “My tweet from 25 November:

“Richard Wintle ‏@ricardipus Explained NHL lockout to kids: buffoons unhappy with $ made by other buffoons. All these buffoons in league run by other buffoons.”

That about sums it up I think.”

and Mike for “I’m not on-board. Show me all the games in Dundee United’s UEFA cup final run in 1986/7 and I’ll be a happy man. I know all the results, I know all the players off by heart. I still want to watch it. I’ve even got a DVD of the classic England–Scotland game at Wembley in 1967 (crowning us the linear [boxing style] world champions).

And in general, it’s fascinating for me to watch football and rugby games from days gone by. The differences in tactics, physiques, arbitrary refereeing decisions and throat high tackles going unpunished are just amazing!

But the boring truth of your situation probably lies in the facts that (1) it’s cheaper to show reruns you already own the rights to and (2) advertisers will pay relatively more for reruns that the majority of the NAm public will want to watch compared to mogul jumping or thrill-a-minute winter ferreting.

(Oh, and cricket is only “commonly played” because each game takes a bloody working week)”

~~~~~~~~this is the cut-off for the annual comment count~~~~~~~~

Jan 20 2013: Mike for “I’ll have to observe whether I do shout at the ref in replays though. I don’t think so. I’m more likely to shout at the players. I do still get annoyed at old referee comments on my manuscripts though.”

Nina for ““spare time”??? The best (?) insult” I ever heard, after I’d said that I’d written a book chapter in my spare time, was that a scientist doesn’t have spare time. Implying that if I thought I had spare time, I was clearly not working hard enough. I was in the position to reply that if I sacrificed eating and sleeping time to write the book chapter, clearly I was working enough to justify my existence.

On a related note, the same person also told me a story how they were discussing hobbies with other scientists at a conference, and one of them asked the others: “You have time to have hobbies?!?!””

Alyssa for “I think a scaling factor needs to be put into place for the comments. I mean, sure, Richard is witty and all, but are his comments proportionally more witty than those who comment less frequently?”

Mike again for “I’m happy with a respectable 4th place on an excellent blog!

But if I weren’t, I’d ask for a new category: proportion of BRC comments per total comments. Now you’ve settled into the new job you’ve surely got enough time to calculate that ;)”

and then, in response to me saying that commenters who wish to employ this metric will be responsible for tracking their own comments:

“You’re worse than Thomson Reuters.”

Mike yet again for “I’m not sure I’m happy with the [“idiot”] summary of #6 you made for the Poll. I suppose I asked for it though.”

and Nina again for “Being at home with a massive headache and bored, like you, I remembered I still had to vote! Then I re-read bean-mom’s comment about highly educated people’s knowledge gaps, and realized I had just had a strange train-of-thought (no doubt because of the head-splitting): I skyped with a friend the other day, she in the Netherlands, me here in NZ. The friend was in bed with the flu. I caught myself thinking “maybe she infected me”. That’s how real skype is.”

Feb 22 2013: Nina for “we got emails from the US on the 21 December NZ time (20 Dec US time) to check if the world still existed in the NZ future. Must have been the first time the US realized NZ is actually ahead of them.

A handmaid’s tale is scary. I read it a few years ago and every time a political misstep takes place (pretty much every day) I look at my life and think to myself “At least I will have some happy memories when it comes the time of being a baby machine”. That book really had a longlasting effect on me.”

Richard Wintle for “She [the Queen]’s thinking “I’ve got a whole whackload of children and grandchildren and NOT ONE OF THEM IS FIT TO RULE THE EMPIRE!!!!”.

Possibly.”

Richard Wintle again for “Is there some code in your list? Certain words are underlined in red:

Wintle – ScientistMother – Aslan – Gordons – Stieg

The best I can come up with is some anagrammatic version of “Enlightenment Toils Sorrows” or “Weightiness Torn Snot”, but I confess the online anagram tool I used had a character limit and I had to drop “Stieg” from the input.”

Bean-Mom for “It was one of the very first episodes. Robb, Theon, and Jon all take their shirts off. They’re getting ready for the King Robert’s visit to Winterfell. I saw the clip on the Internet before I ever saw the actual show. Okay, I saw that clip more than once =)”

DrMobs for “We have a super state-of-the-art PC2 facility with liquid nitrogen on tap in its own special room, with super-sucking ventilation, floor exhausts, low oxygen alarms and flashing lights. Lucky, because they’ve stuck so many SHOUTY warning stickers on the glass door that you can’t see in to look for bodies on the floor.”

and Chall for “Did I tell you about the time I accidentally smacked the oxygen alarm in the walk in fridge? yeah… exactly as embarrassing as it seems. Never seen that many people running on the floor at 4 pm on a Friday.They refrered to it as a “non-planned test”. I refer to it as “always know how to reset the alarm when you accidentally trip it” …. (one of the post docs were happy to grab me and say “I save you” with hope of some romantic ending a la movie. no such luck. i’m such a bore.)”

Mar 01 2013:

Beth for “Ooh, I hope this week holds lots of juicy Canadian news for you to tweet about, like a maple syrup heist or a well-dressed monkey walking into Ikea!”

Bam294 for “Oh Shit! This is a hockey pool? No wonder I’m sucking so bad. When is March Madness?”

Crystal Voodoo for “I just had to explain to a PI that he shouldn’t use the sentence (*censored for content) “X interacts in a *chemistry term* manner with the C beta of Leu *#* of the *cancer-related activity* domain of isoform *roman numeral* of *BFD overblown-ase* of *insert species here* similar to the interaction of the C delta of Ile *different #* of the *similar but slightly different cancer-related activity* of isoform *another Roman numeral* in *Buzzword-laden glamormag-ase* in humans.”

To quote the lady from Reasoning with Vampires “Sentences are not minivans.””

Richard Wintle for “Oxford comma FTW. I was taught in school *not* to use it, as in:

The meal consisted of apples, pears and spam.

Whereas I prefer to use it. It just reads better to me, thinking about the spoken word. I didn’t eat a meal that consisted of two courses (apples, and some combined dish of pears and spam) and that’s not how I would say this out loud. Apples [pause] pears [pause] and spam. To my mind, each [pause] rates a comma.

I realize this is a near-religious argument, however, and I place it firmly in the same category as meaningless pissing contents about Canon vs. Nikon, Mac vs. Windows, and Kirk vs. Picard. Only worth arguing about if you don’t have anything better to do… which, to bring this full circle, is pretty much what Facebook is for, isn’t it?”

Cromercrox for “The Oxford comma? Pshaw. You haven’t met the Cromer colon.”

Bob O’H for “My glasses are a bit bent, thanks to Arwen (one of our new grey parrots) getting a bit feisty when I was cleaning the cage, so I read one of those quotes there as

“His word is a rock that strikes the ruthless, his sentences bring death to the wicket.”

Now there’s an umpire I wouldn’t want to meet.”

Bob O’H again for “A few years ago I went on a tour of the architecture of the University of Helsinki. The most memorable part of it, though, was having a paper about testicondy in elephants and mammoths thrust into my hands.”

Bob O’H yet again for
“The Journal of Negative Results is the one sat in a corner quietly crying to itself.”

Prof-like Substance for “C/N/S are like that group of hipsters who are are always saying “Oh, you just heard of that? We though that was cool a few months ago, but now we’re over it.””

Richard Wintle again for “…and, from my own past, Digestive Diseases is that person who shows up at a party and tells anecdotes that make everyone squirm and try to leave the room. 😉

The Lancet, on the other hand, is the Oxbridge-educated, insanely wealthy neurosurgeon who belongs to a club that you can’t get into, because he (definitely a “he”) secretly blackballs your application every.single.time.”

rpg for “J Biol Chem is that old, respected prof who should probably have retired 20 years ago, but to whom everyone defers… inexplicably, because when you actually listen to what he’s saying you realize he’s been talking complete bullshit for 20 years.

J Mol Biol is the lab technician who’s been around forever and although never comes to lab parties always knows exactly where every reagent is kept and what it’s used for.”

rpg again for “Which makes Medical Hypotheses the nutter on the bus, yeah?”

Richard Wintle yet again for “And then there’s Diseases of the Colon and Rectum, the ancient forensic pathologist who works the night shift in the morgue, and mutters worryingly about encrustations, contusions, and less savoury things.”

DJMH for “Nature Neuroscience is young, overexcitable, and desperate to be considered as cool as his big brother Neuron. As a result, he frequently does inane things”

and Grant for “Loose thought: I wonder to what extent the personality of the journals and the senior editors match…? (Boy, is this going to get me into trouble…)” followed by Bob O’H yet again for “That could explain why nobody has mentioned Methods in Ecology & Evolution: they’re all just too in awe of it.”

Post(s) of the Week:

Oct 15 2012: The Blogess for “I think I’m part Vogon” (hilarious verse about over-sharing at a baby shower)

Oct 26 2012: Frank Norman for “Authorship” (what does it mean to be listed as an author these days?)

Steve Caplan for “Keeping up appearances: I’ve been boto(x)-shopped!” (what constitutes fraud when it comes to editing figures – and photos?)

Stephen Curry (writing at Occam’s Corner at The Guardian) for “What does the Higgs boson look like?” (in science, is seeing still believing?)

Eva for “Trap door conductors” (this performance sounds like SO MUCH FUN!)

Eva again for “One thousand people, six degrees” (why it just feels like there are only a thousand people on the planet)

Jenny Rohn for “In which numbers lie – except when they flatter us” (use and abuse of impact factors)

GMP for “The meet-the-speaker paradox” (why people only want to meet with speakers who are senior enough not to need the exposure)

and VanEast Beer Blog for “Behold the wine snob” (why craft beer aficionados are not just there for the yam fries)

Dec 7 2012: Alyssa for “The “right” way” (let us play with stickers and decorate cakes as we damn well please!)

Eva Amsen, writing at the Occam’s Irregulars blog for “Crowdfunding research not yet a crowd pleaser” (are we ready for alternatives to grant-funded science?)

Ann at “Breast cancer? But doctor… I hate pink!” for “O for the cure” (beautiful smack-down of a p0r n company’s offer to donate 1 cent to breast cancer research for every 30 video views)

Captain Awkward for “Friendly social coercion is still coercion” (yes. THIS. So much this.)

Don Davies for “Create Your Canada 2012 Winners” (my MP ran a competition for high school students to develop a bill, then flew them to Ottawa to watch him introduce “An Act to Amend Canadian Environmental Protection Act” as a private member’s bill in Parliament. My MP’s pretty awesome)

and DrugMonkey for “Your Republican party thinks quite a lot about rape” (some other politicians are decidedly much less awesome than my MP)

Dec 17 2012: Steve Caplan for “An age-old question” (a new wave of Republican attacks on science?)

CromerCrox for “Interpretation” (the Bible says WHAT?!)

Prof-like Substance for “Protocol evolution or a bad game of telephone” (the right and the wrong way to tweak your experiments)

GMP for “Evaluating colleagues” (how do you evaluate and compare people in different fields?)

Retraction Watch for “Tie retraction syndrome? Fat chance” and also “Math paper retracted because some of it makes “no sense mathematically””(fake papers crack me up)

and Ask A Manager for “Your email does not require a special font” (couldn’t agree more)

~~~~~~~~this is the cut-off for the annual post count~~~~~~~~

Jan 20 2013: Steve Caplan (at Occam’s Corner at The Guardian for “Coming out of the scientific closet: unapologetic about basic research” (is the current focus on translational research bad for science?)

Nina for “Political implications of fieldwork” (some people can find controversies in literally any field (pun intended) of science)

and Sylvia McLain for “Come on America, let’s talk about fear” (a sensible discussion of one of the root causes of gun-related tragedies)

Feb 22 2013: Beth Snow for “The letters of Dr. Beth” (preserving some very important scientific communications for posterity)

Nina for “That time of career again” (#OverlyHonestCoverLetters)

JaneB for “Stress and academia” (one of many excellent responses to the now infamous Forbes article – this one focuses on the importance of individual preferences and temperament on career-related stress levels)

Eva Amsen for “All the noise and the hurry” (a love letter to big city life / “why Cambridge sucks”, depending on how you look at it)

Henry Gee (at Occam’s Corner, at The Guardian) for “Hobbits and hypotheses” (just because it’s fantasy doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be internally consistent, precioussss)

Richard P. Grant (at Occam’s Corner, at The Guardian) for “Health and safety gone mad” (good and bad approaches to improving lab safety)

and Athene Donald for “Undue influence?” (are the media driving trends in undergraduates’ degree choices?)

Mar 01 2013: Jenny Rohn, writing at Occam’s Corner for “Flawed forecasting – when science fiction gets it wrong” (can you smoke while checking the slide rule on your spaceship?)

Steve Caplan, writing at Occam’s Corner for “Tongue-tied? Perspectives on English as the international language of science” (balancing the preservation of minority languages with the need for clear communication between scientists from all over the world)

Frank Norman for “Candles and rings” (catalysing a new combination)

rpg for “On biological modelling”: #1: The Ribosome & #2: The Nuclear Pore (no description – these photos are worth at least a thousand words each!)

Bob O’H for “The long and the short of papal reigns” (is it true that a long papacy is usually followed by a short one?)

and CromerCrox for “It has not escaped our notice #39” (the future of maths)

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A frog on my blog is my goal and it’s gotten a “tee hee!”

Many thanks to Mermaid for forwarding me this most excellent email signature from a local frog biologist, and for securing Dr. Helbing’s permission to blog it!

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I remember a phase of DNA helix squiggles in email signatures in the early 2000s, but I like the frog MUCH better. And the tadpoles! Squeeeeeee! Thank you, Dr. Helbing!

Happy Friday, everyone!

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A Song of the Hunger Compass: it’s book review time!

(This got really long – sorry. You probably shouldn’t try to read all of it in one go).

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It was all Bean Mom’s fault.

She posted a review of George RR Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire series (aka Game of Thrones), and before I knew it I’d lost five months of my life.

It was very sneakily done: she posted her review a couple of weeks before Christmas, while I was trying to find a book to buy for Mr E Man that would make up for him being pretty lukewarm about the last couple of books I’d bought him. Based on her description (you should read it, because as regular readers will know, my book reviews are short on actual details about the books in question), I thought he might like it. Half an hour in, on Christmas morning, he reported that it “has promise”; on Boxing Day he declared it “really good, actually”, and by the 28th he’d basically stopped talking to me as he sank deeper and deeper into the land of Westeros. As soon as he finished it he requested book two, and my own addiction began as I launched into the first one. We’ve now both read all five published books of the planned series of seven, watched both seasons of the HBO adaptation, and are eagerly awaiting book six / season three.

I hadn’t read any fantasy since Lord of the Rings and wasn’t sure if I’d like this series, but by the time the fantasy elements started ramping up I’d been so drawn into the characters and the political intrigue that I forgot any misgivings I might have had about the genre as a whole. There are so many twists and turns, so many complexities and ambiguities to each character, so many moments when you shriek “NOOOOO!” as one of your favourite characters is killed off and you literally throw the book away from you (I did this twice), before going immediately to retrieve it because you just have to know what happens next… I admit I got slightly bogged down in book four (Martin split books four and five into two more-or-less chronologically parallel narratives, with the split based on the geographical location of the characters, and as it happens most of my favourites ended up in book five – also, there were too many new characters introduced too quickly), but that was just a very brief slow-down as I accelerated towards the nerve-wracking cliffhanger at the end of the story so far.

The really great thing is that a critical mass of people at my new job have either read or are reading the books and/or watching the series, and we frequently discuss them in the lunch room. Out of deference to those still near the beginning of the series, some of our conversations are along the lines of “you know in book five, when Daenerys goes to that place, and that thing happens? Wasn’t that AWESOME?!“, but it’s great to discuss and argue about the series with fellow fans (see also: repeated and extended Facebook conversations with bloggers who may or may not wish to identify themselves). In fact, I may or may not have yelled “TEAM TARGARYEN!!!” very loudly across the lunch table during one such argument… I’ll never tell!. And yes, like Bean Mom, I have my own conspiracy theories about secret identities and other things that are Not As They Seem.

I’ll be pre-ordering book six as soon as it’s announced. In fact, I may have to buy two copies, to prevent a divorce…

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I started reading another of Bean Mom’s recommendationsSuzanne Collins’ The Hunger Games trilogy, a couple of days after I finished the last available Song of Ice and Fire volume, seeing it as a possible methadone programme to treat my withdrawal symptoms. I was pleasantly surprised to quickly find myself just as engrossed – the two series are very, very different, but I love The Hunger Games just as much if not maybe just a tiny bit more (maybe). Again, I’m not going to get too far into the details of the books, but the characters are just as ambiguous, there’s just as much intrigue, and plenty of violence (although much less sex and gore than in Martin’s work).

I watched the film version immediately after I finished the third book, on a plane to Montreal. I liked it, but found that the ambiguity of the characters was one of a few fairly crucial aspects of the book that didn’t come over as well as they should. Katniss in particular is much more complex and conflicted in the book than the straight-up heroine portrayed in the movie. Her snarky sense of humour was also missing – in the book she had some wonderful inner monologue one-liners about the absurdity of the situation in which she found herself; as I laughed, I was reminded very strongly of the funniest and snarkiest of Nina‘s grumpy fieldwork posts (see the Bragging Rights Central archives linked in the right sidebar for my favourite examples).

This is actually exactly how I imagine Nina contemplating how much she hates stupid Kiwi vegetation while out in the field

Other things that I didn’t think came through in the film adaptation were how genuinely clueless, rather than heartlessly cruel, most people in the Capitol were about the situation, as well as how much the characters from the Districts (and the contenders in the Games in particular) were motivated by hunger and thirst. Maybe you’re supposed to infer the latter from the title alone? As with Katniss’ ambivalence about her motivations and her role, I think these lapses will start to become more harmful to the success of the movie interpretations as the trilogy progresses, but no doubt I will still be watching regardless!

As with A Song of Ice and Fire, I find myself surrounded by other fans of The Hunger Games. Most people in my team at work have read them, my Dad (who would never usually like this kind of thing) now raves about the books after seeing the film “by accident” when the film he’d wanted to see was sold out, my Mum also really enjoyed them, and at a working dinner in Montreal I found that everyone on my flight in – including PIs and the heads of several major funding agencies – had watched the film at the same time as me, and all wanted to talk about the film and the books instead of science. This ability to discuss my new favourite series has added greatly to my enjoyment of the bulk of this year’s reading!

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I have read other books since my last review post, believe it or not, and next up after The Hunger Games was Phillip Pullmans’ His Dark Materials trilogy. I liked this set a lot, although the books didn’t grab me on an emotional level as much as the two series mentioned above. Perhaps reading these books immediately after two series I’d completely fallen in love with wasn’t quite fair to Pullman, but I’ll very probably be reading these books again, so we’ll see if my emotional involvement catches up with my intellectual appreciation and admiration of the Materials series.

It really is a staggering achievement. The sheer number, scope and complexity of the ideas included in these books is above and beyond anything I’ve ever encountered in children’s series. But the fact that it was more obviously written for kids than was The Hunger Games may have been what threw me off a little bit; there were a few obvious “tell, don’t show” moments in the first book in particular that seemed to block my flow as I tried to get into it. However, I’m very glad I persevered. As with all good books I find myself still thinking about some of the ideas I encountered within the pages of books two and three in particular (book two was definitely my favourite), and I highly recommend this series to anyone who enjoys being challenged by their reading material. Just, maybe wait a few weeks if you’ve just finished reading something you absolutely love!

I haven’t seen the movie adaptation of The Golden Compass, but heard it was disappointing. Any thoughts from people who’ve both read the books and seen the film as to whether it’s worth tracking down?

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I promise the rest of my reviews will be much shorter.

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The Night Eternal: Book Three of the Strain Trilogy by Guillermo del Toro and Chuck HoganI loved the first book of this vampire trilogy despite its substantial flaws, but book two was just frustratingly awful. I’m pleased to be able to report that the third book totally redeems the series. It was still crappily written in a style that more resembles a screenplay than a novel, but the excitement and the page-turning anticipation of the next scene was back in full force. And the best thing is that the first couple of chapters recap pretty much every important plot point from the second book, so I think it’s fairly safe to say that you can skip from crappy-but-fun book one straight to crappy-but-fun book three, avoiding just-plain-crappy book two completely!

See, I read the crappy books so you don’t have to. You’re welcome.

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The Secret in Their Eyes by Eduardo Sacheri. This book freaked me out at first, although this was due to the manner of its arrival rather than the book itself. This was the book I posted about last year, which arrived direct from the publisher with no note or anything, and which all likely candidates denied having sent. The combination of the title and the blurb on the back (saying that it involves secrets and a gruesome murder) seriously made me think that I might have acquired a scary internet stalker. A couple of weeks later, though, I sat bolt upright in bed at 3 am having just remembered that I’d won a book by tweeting what I was reading that day with the hashtag #FridayReads. A quick 3:05 am Google session revealed that this was indeed the book, which I promptly deemed safe to actually read. I’m glad I figured it out, because it was a great story of police corruption in Argentina – there’s a parallel narrative about the man writing the book alongside the main story itself, which is a device I usually don’t like but that worked very well in this case. It was a fast read that hasn’t become a firm favourite, but that I’m glad I read.

Not quite as glad as I am that I don’t have a scary internet stalker (that I know of), though.

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Postcards by Annie ProulxProulx’s The Shipping News is one of my all-time favourite books, so I had high hopes for this novel. It was as beautifully written as I’d hoped, but oh my god this is a bleak, bleak, depressing book. It starts with a much-regretted manslaughter and everything just gets worse and worse for everyone involved from that point on. Do NOT read this book in winter. Do NOT read it if you’re feeling a bit down. In fact, do NOT read it unless you’re an extremely emotionally resilient person, surrounded by love and warmth, in the middle of a very sunny stretch of weather. You have been warned.

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The Pilot’s Wife by Anita Shreve. Meh. My parents and sister, whose tastes I generally share, keep telling me how much they love Anita Shreve and how amazed they are that I’m not a fan. I read A Wedding in December a few years ago to see what all the fuss was about, but really didn’t like it. It just hit all the wrong buttons: I don’t usually like books where a character is an author and parts of “their” writing are inserted in the text (see above for a surprising exception; I can’t figure out why it worked for me in The Secret in their Eyes and also in The World According to Garp, but not anywhere else); I’m thoroughly sick of books set in or featuring alumni of English / other liberal arts university courses. These may not be reasonable pet peeves, but hey, they’re mine – and A Wedding in December contained both of them. However, I felt somehow compelled to pick up The Pilot’s Wife when I spotted it at my sister-in-law’s place at Christmas (while Mr E Man was getting stuck into Game of Thrones, the lucky bastard). And, like I said – meh. It was OK, but I found it very predictable, and the important revelations towards the end that I’d totally already predicted felt compressed and rushed. And why is Shreve so bloody obsessed with describing in great detail what every character’s wearing in every scene? I DON’T CARE! 

Wow, apparently this author pisses me off more than I’d realised. In fact, I hope she reads Annie Proulx’s book and gets so depressed she never writes another novel again. (Don’t worry, I’m sure she’s made enough money from my relatives and other suckers to last her a lifetime…)

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The Cat’s Table by Michael Ondaatje. As I said in a comment on Bean Mom’s Hunger Games post linked above, “It was beautifully written – just absolutely gorgeous – but didn’t “grab” me at all. I even put it down for a few weeks when I got my hands on the fourth Martin book (my husband started the series first so I always have to wait for him) and didn’t miss it at all; I came back to it later with a sense of obligation to finish it rather than any excitement about catching up with the characters or the narrative”

I’ve had this experience with Ondaatje’s writing before, and it always makes me feel like I’m missing something. I’ve enjoyed the experience of reading all his novels, because they really are absolutely beautifully written, but I’ve only really liked a couple of them as novels. This was not one of them, but I’ll keep trying when his next one comes out.

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Wow, that got long. Sorry. I’m now going to pretend that I don’t already have massive piles of unread books all over my house and ask for reader recommendations to tide me over until Martin’s next book comes out…

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“I’ll be the judge of that”

I’ve noticed a recent increase in the number of emails I receive that say things like “this is a polite reminder” or “this is a gentle reminder”. While there’s never anything in the message to contradict the sender’s choice of adjective, I always think that the perception of courtesy and gentility is in the eye of the beholder.

A similar phenomenon often appears in grant proposals, and again I’m inclined to think that any competent reviewer should be able to decide for themselves whether an award is prestigious or a lab world-renowned.

I’m all for blowing your own trumpet (especially in grant proposals, natch), but a mute is always an option… especially when you’re up against a tight word limit!

I could be wrong, though – what do you think?

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Weird critters

I’ve found myself favouriting several similar posts from the “Dropping The Science” RSS feed lately, with no clear idea about what I was going to do with them. So here they are, in all their weird and wonderful glory, for your viewing pleasure!

The laws of evolution have a very strange sense of humour…

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There should be an APP for that!

(where APP = Automatic PDF Pusher)

I have five browser tabs open to article abstracts, from four different journals.

All five articles are currently published as provisional PDFs.

All look interesting and/or relevant to my work, but don’t quite tip the balance into “OMG I must read this NOW even though it’ll take up way more paper and I’ll constantly be flipping back and forth between the text, figures, and figure legends” territory.

And so I wait, hitting the refresh button in each tab every morning.

Sometimes it takes weeks for the final, formatted version to appear.

Five tabs at a time is enough to make me start thinking about alternatives; my usual range would be 1-3 such tabs per week.

Wouldn’t it be great if there was an option on the article’s home page to receive an email / text / smart phone notification once the provisional PDF is replaced by a nicely formatted version?

I hereby claim copyright of this idea and demand a share of the no doubt extensive royalties it will generate. For the record, I’d almost certainly think about spending 99 cents on the iPhone app version.

Who’s with me? And what other geeky apps would you probably think about spending 99 cents on?

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FIRST!

So last night, I was enjoying a friendly Twitter argument with @ScientistMother and @27andaphd about Tim Hortons commercials. During the course of our conversation, it transpired that both ScientistMother (born in Canada to foreign-born parents) and I (born in the UK, moved to Canada in my 20s) think that we’re first-generation immigrants: I think she’s second-generation, and she thinks I’m a New Canadian and am not assigned a generation number.

Convinced that I was correct, I headed self-righteously to Wikipedia – where, instead of the unambivalent validation I was expecting,  I found the following:

“The term first-generation, as it pertains to a person’s nationality or residency in a country, can imply two possible meanings, depending on context:

  • foreign born citizen or resident who has immigrated and been naturalized in a new country of residence.
  • naturally born citizen or resident of a country whose parents obey the previous definition, or

This ambiguity is captured and corroborated in The Oxford English Dictionary‘s definition of “generation“:

…designating a member of the first (or second, etc.) generation of a family to do something or live somewhere; spec. designating a naturalized immigrant or a descendant of immigrant parents, esp. in the United States…. (OED definition of “generation,” section 6b., emphasis added)b

In the United States, among demographers and other social scientists, the term “first generation” is used to refer to foreign-born residents (excluding those born abroad of U.S. parents).

There is not a universal consensus on which of these meanings is always implied”. 

WHAT THE HELL??!!

How can this have been allowed to happen?! My logical science brain just can’t cope with this! (And ScientistMother agrees!)

This makes determining what generation my parents would be if they moved here to join me even trickier than before! (But no less hypothetical, unfortunately).

Oh well – ScientistMother and I have agreed to share first place, which is nicely Canadian if nothing else. However, we still disagree about those Tim Hortons commercials: I’m Team Airport Dad, and she’s Team Hockey Granddad.

Must be a generational thing…

 

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The joy(ride) of delayed gratification

The first music I loved was my parents’ music – The Beatles, Simon and Garfunkel, all that.

The first music I loved that was my own was, embarrassingly enough, Stock Aitken Waterman pap.

In my late teens came Nirvana, Blur, et al.

Between step two and step three, there was…

…Roxette.

The first band I loved (except those in step one) whose music I still own.

My transitional band… and Per Gessle was also my transitional crush, the first guy I liked who wasn’t 100% Non-Threatening Boy1

An uncannily accurate depiction of Cath, aged 11-13

I tried to see them twice in my early teens. The first time was when they were playing in Sheffield, about a 90 minute drive away. A reputable (no, really) ticket dealer in my home town was selling tickets that included cheap bus travel to the gig, which was on a school night.

Would my parents let me go?

They would not.

The second time, a year or so later, they were playing closer to home, and on a weekend. But my French exchange partner would be staying with us on that date. I asked my parents if I could go if Cecile came too (I even said I would pay for both tickets from my allowance), and they said only if she said she liked the band…

and I had to ask her if she liked the band without telling her why I was asking…

I asked her (over the phone, with my Dad supervising) if she liked Roxette.

She did not.

Little did I know on that disappointing night that I would finally get to see them 20+ years later…

…and that it would be (with apologies to readers who were offered a ticket but couldn’t make it) 100% AWESOMESAUCE!

Seriously, I had soooooooo much fun last night! The band had so much energy, and the crowd was just amazing: from the moment we walked in, everyone was positively beaming at each other. There wasn’t a shred of cynicism, or of the undercurrent of potential alcohol/drug/testosterone-fuelled aggression usually present at big stadium gigs. Everyone danced, everyone sang, people talked to each other (the groups on either side of me and my friends loved my app so much they all downloaded it too and joined in). People were even singing (and grinning) on the SkyTrain on the way home.

In short, there was a lot of love in the room.2

A friend from work was also there, with a different group of friends, and we were both still grinning so much today that our faces ached as we raved about the show and compared high points with each other over lunch.

Said high points, in no particular order:

  • Knowing almost every song3 and singing myself hoarse
  • The acoustic version of Things Will Never Be The Same segueing into It Must Have Been Love
  • Everyone leaping to their feet and singing along, arms around each other’s shoulders, as the latter song started
  • Per ever so gently correcting Marie when she started singing the start of verse 1 of IMHBL again instead of the start of verse 2, by harmonising quietly behind her with the correct words4
  • Marie’s voice still sounding FABULOUS on all the songs that mattered most
  • The Hockey Song guitar solo segueing into Joyride
  • The massive balloons coming out of the ceiling on the words “wonderful balloon”, prompting massive joyous games of volleyball in the crowd
  • Listen to Your Heart
  • Per and Marie walking off stage at the end with their arms around each other
  • Reminiscing with my friends about our first ever concert experiences5
  • People singing Roxette songs on the SkyTrain
  • Listening to Listen to Your Heart again after I got off the SkyTrain and onto the bus

It was such a fun, happy night that I’ll even forgive them for not playing my all-time favourite Roxette song:

Ah well, maybe next time…

NB NO CYNICAL OR OTHERWISE NEGATIVE COMMENTS WILL BE PERMITTED ON THIS POST!

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1) Not that I find, or ever found, Per Gessle particularly threatening. Endearingly cheesy? Yes. Threatening? Well, maybe in contrast to Jason Donovan. I mean, he wrote lyrics about making love (tee hee!) and other similarly fascinating subjects…

2) Also: neon clothing. Oh, and scrunchies.

3) The reviews of previous shows on the Ticketmaster website said that the first half of the show was all new stuff that no-one knew. Either they’ve changed their set list based on this kind of feedback, or the people who wrote those reviews literally only knew the four biggest radio singles.

4) To the haters moaning about the mistake on Twitter: why don’t you try singing in front of thousands of people, in a foreign language, after surviving surgery, chemo and radiation to treat a brain tumour that left you blind in one eye?

5) In order of increasing coolness:
=3: New Kids on the Block. She wasn’t all that into them, but all her friends were going.
=3: (this is mine) Jason Donovan at the Whitley Bay Ice Rink. My Dad redeemed (predeemed?) himself for the not-letting-me-see-Roxette-TWICE fiasco that followed by driving me and three shrieking over-excited friends the more than two hours to the show, waiting for us in a local pub full of other suffering Dads, then driving us the more than two hours back as we shrieked and played Jason Donovan cassettes all the way home
#2: Winning tickets for A-ha via a radio phone-in competition after her very strict parents had said she couldn’t go, freaking out about how to tell her parents, her Mum coming home from work FURIOUS after having heard the phone-in on the radio on her drive home, being told she couldn’t go, then finally going but having to take her Mum with her as punishment (20+ years later, her Mum gave her an A-ha Greatest Hits CD for Christmas)
#1: Getting kicked out of The Cult because although she had a back-stage pass (her Dad worked at the venue), the shrieking over-excited friends she tried to sneak back-stage with her most certainly did not.

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