Ron-A-Thon 2007

The head of our department organized a Halloween Hamburger social for this afternoon. One of my friends, Kevin Huffaker — artist, mischief maker, and all around really nice guy — decided that this should be the year of the first annual Ron-A-Thon. The idea behind the Ron-A-Thon is to get as many people as possible to dress like Ron Akin, a venerable and much-loved figure within our department. Ron is tall, affable, and sports a long white ponytail and a self-imposed uniform of a long-sleeve white button-down shirt, dark blue jeans and open-toed sandals, and is thus ripe for imitation.

The Ron-A-Thon was a glorious success, with about a dozen people taking part, most with extravagant wigs, and all with the requisite combination of clothing. The trophy that Kevin had crafted — essentially a Ron action figure — was deemed too wonderful to award to a single individual, so Ron decreed that it should go to a public place for the enjoyment of all.

Photos from the event are here. Enjoy!

Ron-A-Thon 2007

Catalog Choice

Just a quick post to point out Catalog Choice, a service to allow you to opt-out of receiving paper catalogs in the mail that don’t interest you. You get less junk mail, the catalog companies don’t spend money sending catalogs that just end up in the trash, and trees get a stay of execution. Win-win, baby!

While you’re there, be sure to check out the Environmental Facts section of their site. The statistics are staggering: 8 million tons of trees per year go to catalog printing alone.

Weekend To-Do: Postmortem

  • Reaffirm my lack of skill at Scrabble.
  • Take long nap on couch in sunbeam. Endure withering stares from cat, whose spot and habit I usurped.
  • Watch a truly staggering amount of invertebrate sex.
  • Attend child’s birthday party with bouncy castle. Bounce. Rip pants.
  • For second year running, win “lamest halloween costume” award, this time with sketch of ghost magic markered on top of bald head.
  • Forget to remove costume before church.

Sound and Fury Redux

First off, a great big “Thank You!” to the 16 people who chipped in with data for the little experiment I proposed in Chaos and Form, Noise and Music: A Mini-Research Project! It was great fun to see all of your experiences and discussion rolling in, and to root for the data to go one way or the other. I really appreciate your participation!

Here is a graph of all the data I eventually received:

Graph

Based on this plot, I’m guessing that my theory doesn’t hold water. If it were true that a low tolerance for noise were the result of the pattern recognizing parts of your brain going into an overactive frenzy, I would have expected to see the trend to start low in the bottom left corner of the graph and to steadily rise toward the right side of the graph — obviously not what actually happens in reality.

But wait! This may just be a product of the small sample set. Look what happens if I remove a single outlying data point (Barry Brake, I’m looking at you):

Graph With Outlier Removed

Suddenly, the curve becomes almost exactly what I would have predicted. So, I’m left with two possibilities:

  1. My theory is dead wrong.
  2. I need more people to answer my little quiz to get valid results.

Any of you statisticians out there care to weigh in? My theory may have life in it yet, but until I get more data, I guess I’ll have to consider this theory:

Busted

Hovercraft Building

The inimitable Jason Young and I took this past Sunday to build a hardware store hovercraft out of wood, plastic sheeting, a leaf blower, and peanut butter. (Note: one of those things is a lie.) We then set my children (read: “lab rats”) floating down the street on it like passengers on a giant air hockey puck. We had a super time constructing and running the thing, and highly recommend it as a weekend project for anyone inclined toward similar sorts of potentially dangerous madness.

Please enjoy the video, won’t you? Thank you. [Note for Facebook friends: the video quality on Facebook is much better than that on Google Video.]

A 7 Year Old Magpie

Our own Margaret turns 7 years old today. Happy birthday, sweetheart!

Hard to believe that our youngest is now that far along in life. I guess this parenting adventure won’t last forever after all!

Chaos and Form, Noise and Music: A Mini-Research Project

NOTE: This is an audience participation post. See the bottom for how you can help!

The other afternoon, I was listening to WNYC’s Radio Lab, a show from a New York public radio station. Radio Lab always has really interesting shows, where they take a topic and run with it wherever the curiosity of the inquisitive hosts leads. The topic du jour was Musical Intelligence, and the major chapters of the program included tonal language as it relates to perfect pitch, our tendency to use baby talk as a surrogate and supplement for touch, and a music composition program that uses human composers’ scores as input.

(Interesting fact: people who grow up speaking tonal languages, such at Mandarin or Vietnamese where the pitch at which one speaks a work alters its meaning, have a 75% incidence of perfect pitch, whereas the rest of the world has 10% or less.)

One of the topics the show discussed was how the brain deals with unfamiliar sounds. Since our gray matter likes nothing better than recognizing and ordering patterns, there’s a dedicated group of neurons that spring into action whenever a new sound intrudes upon your ears. These neurons try to process and catalog the incoming noises. If they fail, they dump out some dopamine, a neurotransmitter that can affect one’s mood.

Now, I have a rather curious quirk: I hate being in noisy places. Being in a restaurant with lots of people and hard surfaces becomes almost physically uncomfortable for me after a mere 5 minutes or so. But playing in or listening to a loud band doesn’t bother me in the same way — my problem seems to be mostly with unstructured sound.

When I heard about this pattern-recognition center in the brain, it occurred to me that perhaps the reason for my aversion to noise is that my brain is unusually aggressive in its attempts to recognize patterns, and when it can’t do so, gets fatigued quickly. This theory would seem to be supported by the fact that I have good relative pitch, and can transcribe a melody I’ve heard more easily than most people. (This, by the way, is my sole gift as a musician, and is the reason I tend to like learning new instruments more than mastering old ones.)

So, to help me corroborate my theory, I need your help! I’d like to find out how people’s skill at recognizing musical patterns correlates to their level of discomfort with noise. If you could help by rating yourself on a scale of 1 to 10 in each of those areas, I’ll compile the results and see if there’s any statistically significant correlation between the two numbers.

To help out, here’s what the scales will be:

  • Musical Pattern Recognition: 1 (tone deaf) – 5 (can usually hum back a melody after hearing it a couple of times) – 10 (can unerringly write down or play a melody after hearing it once)
  • Noise Discomfort: 1 (fine working in a noisy factory) – 5 (happy at a cocktail party) – 10 (don’t like to go public places without earplugs)

So, for my own assessment, I’d give myself an MPR of 8 and a ND of 8 as well.

So, if you’re willing to help, leave a comment with your rating of yourself in these areas! I’d love to have ratings both from other people who are musical and who aren’t so that I can have data on both sides of the equation. Thanks in advance for your contributions, gentle readers!

UPDATE: Early results are coming in. There’s a definite clustering at one corner of the graph. Come on, non-musical and/or noise-loving people, we need to hear from you!

UPDATE 2: More data, and a trend line on the graph now. There is a bit of a trend emerging, though Barry skewed the far end, which may put the lie to my theory. We need some non-musical people to help fill in the gaps for us!

UPDATE 3: You guys rock. Thanks for all the good data. I’ve plotted the additional information, and the correlation I expected look less and less strong. It is interesting that there seems to be an inverse bell distribution on the noise tolerance taken by itself — people seem inclined to be either bothered not much or a fair bit by it. I’ll keep gathering data for a week to gather any stragglers and then post final results.

Noise Graph

Loot!

While shopping for Maggie’s birthday, I stumbled across a copy of Loot, a pirate-themed card game I remembered having read good things about. Noticing the various award stickers plastered across its box, I decided it was worth dropping a few bucks to try it out.

After I spent a couple minutes scanning the rules, Liam, Abigail and I played through one round with our hands down on the table in front of us to help learn the game, and then another the proper way with our cards hidden. The play is fairly straightforward and easy to pick up — no trouble for our 8 year old, and I think our 6 year old could have kept up with a little coaching — but the strategy becomes moderately deep once you don’t know what resources your opponents have at your disposal.

Some other reviewers suggest putting in chocolate treasure coins and having everyone talk like pirates for the duration to enhance the fun, but we really enjoyed it even without the additional pirate trappings and in spite of (or because of) the fact that the kids walloped me both times. Good, approachable fun. I give it a 2.5 on a scale of -7 to π.

Weekend To-Do: Postmortem

  • Prove that I’m still constitutionally capable of eating nothing that isn’t fried for a 24 hour period. Regret it.
  • Attend library book sale. Feel inordinately pleased with myself for finding several books and CDs, the existence of which I’d been previously unaware and without which my life would have been no less rich.
  • Spend 92 minutes mulling the question: “Littlest Pet Shop or My Little Pony?”
  • Give Liam a Mohawk. Make plans to tell Principal of school that it’s part of his religious observance.
  • Create elaborate plans for putting an end to our plumbing problems in the front bathroom.
  • Actually implement elaborate plans for putting an end to our plumbing problems in the front bathroom.