I don’t exactly often write notes of the kind you might find in the family section of a newspaper. But Kate and I have stumbled upon a delightful game and we’re thrilled to have found it. Try it next time you and a friend are on a drive for a few hours.
Simply pick a word or a theme and take turns choosing songs that mention the word or touch the theme. The magic is, nowadays it’s easy to call up any song on your smartphone and play it over the car speakers. To play the game, the driver drives and the passenger manages the electronics, but you take equal turns picking songs.
We’ve had half a dozen drives like this so far. The theme of “cities” led to Molly Malone, Brownsville Girl, and Jamaica Farewell (along with twenty others of course). “Work” led to the Lumberjack Song, Easy Wind, and 9 to 5. “Sky” led to Penny Lane, Over the Rainbow, and Clouds. “Railroads” gave us King of the Road, This Train, and Casey Jones. We’ve done flowers, girls’ names, animals, American states,….
[22 January 2020]
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Arabic script is beautiful, isn’t it?
I find it fascinating that readers of Arabic are incapable of seeing the script as I do. Of course they too can see beauty, but it will be beauty of a different kind, for they can’t turn off the message.
For me there’s a similar effect in the gulf between musical pieces I know and those I do not. I can get pleasure and even emotion from listening to a piece I don’t know, but it’s a formless experience, without any of the meaning that takes over when I’ve heard the piece ten times. Listening to a piece I know is much more satisfying. But once I know it, I’ve lost the ability to hear those sounds as sounds and nothing more.
[3 January 2020]
In the spirit of Occam’s Razor, I’d like to propose a simplification of the current system of rewarding the good with heaven and punishing the bad with hell.
The good spend their days on earth in sober industry, avoiding all excesses of food, drink, sex, and high spirits. Then they go to heaven for an eternity of the same.
The bad break these rules. It seems to me that as punishment, it suffices to send them to heaven too.
[31 December 2019]
I’ve long had the view that there are three main functions of a committee:
(1) Generate good decisions;
(2) Spread responsibility for decisions;
(3) Groom participants for future leadership roles.
[16 September 2019]
I remember when Kennedy was shot. I was home after school watching Queen for a Day with Mrs. Arnott. The show was interrupted with the news, and I called my mother to tell her. It’s possible the Tufts University English Department first learned that Kennedy had been shot thanks to a phone call from an 8-year old.
More remarkably, I believe I remember Sputnik. One evening — I would have been just 2.1 years old — my father called me to the back door in the dining room. Look, he said, see that moving light in the sky? That’s the Russians’ new satellite, Sputnik!
I can’t be sure it’s valid, but I’ve long had this memory.* To be visible to the naked eye, the moving light would presumably have been not Sputnik itself but its larger rocket booster, which also went into orbit. If this memory was burned into me at such an early age, it must be because I sensed how important the occasion was to my father.
So here’s my Sputnik ambition. I’d like to be the last person alive to remember having seen it.
[11 September 2019]
*Confirmation! My sister, who was 4.4 at the time, says she remembers this too. So now for a start I’ll need to outlive Gwyned.
At the computer just now, I am ashamed to admit, I checked Google Scholar to see how my citations are doing. Pretty well, thank goodness.
This got me thinking about our President, who famously spends half his time monitoring what people are saying about him. It occurred to me that my April 2011 note “Square root of the population” implicitly makes a quantitative prediction. Trump should be 100,000 times as self-absorbed as I am.
Assessed on this relative basis, he doesn’t look so bad.
[8 September 2019]
Almost all my work as a numerical analyst has an experimental side. I have an idea, I try it on the computer, I adjust the idea. This happy cycle has worked for me since my undergraduate thesis 42 years ago. I like to tell people that numerical analysis is an experimental science, but whereas other experimentalists need weeks or months or years to get an experiment running, we can do it in an hour.
Lately I have noticed that our situation is even more special than I had realized, since even in numerical analysis, before the days of laptops and Matlab, the time scales were so much longer. The closing sentence from a 1968 paper by Rice and Usow gives an idea of what it used to be like:
If one has a reliable least-squares approximation program, then one can write and debug a program for either one of these algorithms rather quickly (in a few days).
A few days! How awful! I’m not just luckier than the physicists and biologists, but also than my numerical colleagues of the past.
I am sure the speed has consequences. As I argued in my “Ten Digit Algorithms” essay, when the time scale for carrying out an experiment matches that of the experimenter, more experiments inevitably get done, and the results are more reliable.
[29 August 2019]
Here on the Yorkshire Wolds Way, we’ve walked by many fields of wheat waving in the breeze. It’s beautiful how at any given moment, twenty patches are waving left and another twenty are waving right. Back and forth, forth and back, each plant coupled to some friends nearby but uncoupled to those ten feet away.
What makes this possible is that each stem of wheat, viewed as an oscillator, is in the underdamped regime. If the damping were stronger, we’d see much less motion, with the plants bending placidly in proportion to the local wind speed. The waving back and forth reveals that the damping is subcritical.
[25 August 2019]
Yesterday Boris Johnson announced an additional one billion pounds to prepare for a possible no-deal Brexit.
Today he stated that the chances against a no-deal Brexit were “a million to one”. When asked for clarification, he repeated that this was his estimate “exactly”.
Combining these figures, we see that Johnson’s estimate of the costs associated with a no-deal Brexit is on the order of one quadrillion (1,000,000,000,000,000) pounds.
[29 July 2019]
The humanities and the sciences differ all over the world, but at Oxford the gulf is especially wide. Science students and faculty spend their time mainly in departments, while humanities people are mainly in colleges. With a wife in English Literature, I see this up close and personal.
And now the gulf is to be widened further. The university has long had far better libraries for the humanities than for the sciences. But now it has been decided that scientists do not use books, and the Radcliffe Science Library will be merged into a new science-oriented Parks College. Most of the books will be shipped away to a site in another city.
One could take two opposing views of this transition. Lovers of the past might say, Oxford’s already dim science library provision is being made dimmer. Apostles of the future might say, the difference between humanities and sciences is a real one, and Oxford is showing world leadership in optimizing both sides independently. I’m in the first camp, but I realize I may be mistaken.
[12 June 2019]