Touching the void

Do you ever feel like you’re just sending emails and leaving voicemails in a great big empty void?

I’ve spent all week trying to contact four people (separately, but on the same very important and time-sensitive issue), with no response.

I just emailed my gmail account from my work account, to rule out some weird server error, and everything is working as it should be. So WHERE ARE MY REPLIES??!!

Maybe next time I will try snail mail instead. Guess which snail I’d probably get though.

p.s. My new email alert “pinged” while I was proofing this, but it was just this week’s Nature table of contents.

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Put on a happy face

I recently discovered PubMed Faceoff – an application that assigns something called Chernoff Faces to different publications. Euan Adie on the Nature Network provided the link, and a much better explanation than I’m capable of, so go and check out the original post if you’re interested in the details!

Screw the details, all I wanted to do was play with this fun new toy, so I searched for my own papers. The programme assigns facial features to various aspects of the publication – for example, the age of the face corresponds to the age of the paper, and bigger smiles mean more citations compared to the expected number. The gender and race are usually assigned randomly, as in the examples below, although you can standardise them so that the other features stand out more.

Here’s my best paper (38 actual citations compared to 16 expected – it was in PNAS!)


And here’s my worst (only cited 6 times when 13 citations were expected)

Hey, that last one reminds me of something. What could it possibly be?

Oh, now I remember.

(Explanation at Mad Hatter’s place).

I wonder if we could use the same code to assign faces to our Euro 2008 pool results. Okham will be looking a little happier in today’s version.

But not much.

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They found a left foot!

The police are said to be hopping mad.
But at least we can rule out an orca with a one-sided foot fetish as the suspect.

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Trevor is a gentleman, part III

I found this photo while uploading the image for the last post. Here’s Trevor Linden letting the tiniest tot in the kids’ race beat him at the finish line.


Sorry ladies, I don’t have any photos of Linden taken from immediately behind him. Stopping to get my camera out of my panniers would have left me way too far behind!

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Trage-tea

No Kitty That’s a Bad Kitty!

We woke up on Saturday morning to find the following scene of destruction in our kitchen (slightly reorganised for photographic purposes).


We had to make our morning (mourning?) tea in a cracked, leaky pot with no lid.

It’s a good job those kitties are cute.

It’s also a good job we don’t know which one was responsible…

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Nobody expects…

…the Spanish Inquisition Science Police.
My friends fall into several groups, with only minimal overlap. A couple of groups are almost exclusively scientists, but in another I am the only person with any science background at all. I tend not to talk about science much when I get together with the latter group; I have been known to go off on long alcohol-fuelled rants about Why Creationists Are Wrong, which is apparently quite amusing on an occasional basis but should not be allowed to happen too often.
I was compelled to stick my neck out twice in one pub dinner last week though. Apparently I just can’t help myself. My husband already calls me the Word Police, and now I’m the Science Police as well.

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Something cool from the BBC

No, it’s not football. Although I’m enjoying that too.

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Riding for the cure (and for the view)

I came across an old, old article from The Onion (6,000 Runners Fail to Discover Cure for Breast Cancer) this week. My first reaction was to giggle, and my second was to start this post about the 36 km bike ride I did a couple of weeks ago in support of the BC Cancer Foundation.

Well, the first thing to note is that I am an idiot. 36 km – no problem, no training rides needed, I thought. However I failed to notice that the start/finish line is 12 km from my house and at the top of a very steep hill. No worries, I said to Mr E Man on the morning of the ride as he left for his golf game, I’ll put my bike on one of the racks that the local buses carry. Well, guess what: everyone else had the same idea and all the racks were full.

So. 60 km it was. I arrived at the race all hot and sweaty and red in the face, and of course the first two people I saw were the head of the Foundation and the head of my Agency. Nice. I got to watch the end of the actual race which preceded the community ride, which was great, and also the short kids’ ride, in which Trevor Linden let a tiny kid on a bike with stabilisers beat him at the finish line. The look on the kid’s face was priceless. We then moved on to the awarding of the medals and of the prizes for the top fundraisers. They’d got some great speakers in and it was all very inspirational, despite the fact that they’d lined all of the 36 km riders up at the start line and we were getting cold (it’s not exactly been a stellar summer here. In fact it was 9C and raining last week, although it stayed dry for most of the ride).

They’d lost the starting gun, so Premier Campbell shouted BANG!, and then we were off! Most people had road bikes and pulled ahead immediately, but there were enough of us riding hybrids and mountain bikes that I didn’t feel too tortoise-like. The ride consisted of 3 laps of a 12 km circuit and started on a gentle upward slope. No problem.

After a couple of nice banking turns on car-free roads (bliss), we turned into the long straight stretch, the only downhill section of the whole course. Into a very stiff headwind. Oh joy. A few of us girls were struggling along as best we could when we were passed like we were standing still by Trevor Linden and Axel Merckx, who I’d seen chatting to some of the slower riders on the previous stretch.

Let me tell you, those two athletes are pure gentlemen. They slowed right down and formed us all into a line, with the two of them at the front, so we could all ride in their slipstream. So not only have I got to wheel-suck (thanks to Mermaid for that lovely word) an Olympic medallist and former Tour de France rider, I also got to look at Linden’s butt for a while. As the girl in front of me commented when our noble leaders pulled away from us on the steep (but wind-free) uphill section that followed, “if that’s not an incentive then I don’t know what is”.

We didn’t see them again and had to struggle against the wind on our own on the next two laps. But it was really fun, I had some nice chats with fellow riders, enjoyed the freedom from cars, and even managed to lap one woman without being lapped myself by the road bike crew. I found out later that a lot of people stopped after two laps, so I’m glad that I finished the whole thing, and also raised over $350 for the Foundation.

And then the ride home. The bus racks were all full again, of course. The first section was great, down a huge steep hill. But then I remembered that I live just a few blocks from the highest point in Vancouver. I only got off and pushed for a total of two blocks (on Heather Hill at Heather & 20th, for those that know Vancouver) which isn’t too bad really. But I’m going to have to step it up a notch for the 60 km MS Society bike ride in August. And I am definitely going to arrange a ride in someone’s truck both to and from the start / finish line. I have no intention of turning 60 km into 80 km or worse…

Thanks again to those of you that sponsored me! Oh, and I managed to ride to work every day the following week, although my legs felt like lead by Wednesday and like rubber by Friday. The final thing to note is that I’m an idiot.
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Edited to add: Linden just announced his retirement from hockey. But hopefully not from cycling. Especially right in front of me.

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Best lunch EVER!

I am sooooo sick of sandwiches.

I bring home-made sandwiches on at least 3 days of each week. Usually either an everything bagel or multigrain bread with lettuce, good cheese, tomatoes and sometimes Branston Pickle (depending on the type of cheese).

This week I decided that I definitely need a change. In the absence of any yummy and envy-inspiring leftovers, I went to the local supermarket for supplies and made a fabulous lunch out of sesame rye Ryvitas with spicy chipotle hummus and an avocado.

Plus I have nectarines and a pecan maple pastry for later!

Mmmmm. Time to go and buy some milk so I can make a cup of tea to go with the pastry. (Did I say later? I meant RIGHT NOW. Mmmmmmm).

So happy now. I am really, really easy to please.

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Hooray for sucking!

As seen at Mad Hatter’s.

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As a 1930s wife, I am
Very Poor (Failure)

Take the test!

What a relief – I thought my answers to things like “Reacts with pleasure and delight to marital congress” might have made me into some kind of anti-feminist. Luckily my answers to “Fails to sew on buttons or darn socks regularly” and “Eats onions, radishes, or garlic before a date or going to bed” (radishes??!!) make me a satisfactorily Bad Wife. At least in the 1930s.

What I don’t understand is how Mr E Man did so well on the 1930s husband test (I did it on his behalf). I mean, he eats garlic, snores, AND leaves his shoes in the living room. Actually I think both test results were skewed by the fact that I ignored all the questions about our non-existent kids.

In not entirely unrelated news, there’s an interesting opinion piece on the BBC website today about how Hillary Clinton has made things much easier for future female presidential hopefuls. As someone who grew up in the UK during the Thatcher era*, I just hope the first successful candidate is an actual human female, not some bizarre alien who declares “there is no such thing as society” and is proud of never having been on a train while privatising the national rail system into a mess of disparate companies.
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*My opinion of Thatcher is obviously tainted by my parents’ – both teachers, both from mining families in the North East of England. Anyone familiar with British politics will be able to guess what they thought of her. I was actually terrified of Thatcher as a kid – every time she came on the news, my parents would start shouting at the TV! This early political indoctrination was noted by others too, including one of my teachers in primary school. She apparently told my parents (with a twinkle in her eye) that she’d once asked the class if anyone knew who the Prime Minister was, and I piped up with “yes, I do, it’s Margaret Bloody Thatcher!”. My Dad told that story at my wedding, to general hilarity.

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