Binary!
I’m a really visual person. That’s how I learn best, by studying diagrams or remembering the processes of things. So seeing binary addition visually is really, really helpful to me. I wish I’d found this back when I first learned this—it probably would have been less confusing, haha.
How cool is that?
Slurvey
introduce yourself: Yo, I’m Claudia!
would you have preferred me to ask your name rather than demand it?: I don’t really care either way.
what is your personal feelings on manners?: I’m no Emily Post, but in settings where people are in fairly close contact with other people, manners are always a good thing.
do you have good or bad manners?: Depends on who you’re comparing me to.
do you believe that you can accurately judge your own manners?: I suppose.
have you seen a two dollar bill?: Indeed! I think I have one somewhere
have you listened to ellie goulding?: I have.
are you going swimming today?: HAHA no.
what color do you absolutely despise?: Red orange makes me nauseous. Which is funny, ‘cause I like red and I like orange.
is there anyone you want to kiss?: Yes, but he’s been dead since 1716.
can you kiss them?: See above.
would you ever take in an animal with special needs?: I probably wouldn’t right now, just because I don’t think I currently have the resources to take care of one. But later on, sure, if I had the money/resources.
do you prefer surveys with themes, or just random questions?: I prefer random questions.
anything important going on this week?: I just took a test in Stochastic Methods, but other than that, no.
are you a vegetarian? do you want to be?: Nope.
what’s holding you back from your current goal?: My being dumb.
what is your current goal?: I can’t say right now. Hopefully in a few weeks!
do you ever feel directionless?: I do right now, yes. That’s probably one of the worst feelings ever, isn’t it?
do you believe that it gets better?: No.
are you employed?: Yes! BEST JOB EVER!
do you enjoy being employed/not being?: I absolutely love my job. I just wish I could make it full-time…
what is one thing you wish you could change about the person closest to you?: My mom? I wish I could make her happy.
do you have siblings?: Nope.
have you ever wished you did/did not have siblings?: I made life-size paper people throughout 1st through 3rd grade and called each of them a sister, so yes.
what’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever named?: I name everything. At the house with the guys I named my Dasani bottle El Dasano. I wonder what ever happened to him…
if you could try any new food in the world right now, what would it be?: I’m not really into trying new food right now.
what food hybrid would you invent? (i.e. an orange crossed with a mango): Broccoli crossed with carrot, though that would probably be disgusting. Caroccoli. Broccolot!
is there a certain texture you can’t stand?: I don’t like al dente pasta. I need my pasta to practically be mush. I don’t know why.
what is one thing guaranteed to make you happy?: STATISTICS! And LEIBNIZ!
paperback or hardback, or no books at all?: Paperbacks. Every time I get a hardback (that sounds dirty) I feel like I can never take it off the shelf.
do you ever feel judged on something you can’t control?: Yes.
do you babysit? if so, age range?: Oh god no.
what age was your favourite? or has it yet to come?: I liked being 19 for some reason.
what social network do you use the most?: Does Tumblr count? If not, Facebook, I guess, but I never post anymore. Just stalk.
have you ever had to say goodbye to someone permanently?: Yes, quite a few times. It sucks.
Tats n’ Stuff
Okay fools, it’s time to get serious about this tattoo business.
I promised myself I could get a tattoo if I successfully finished my Masters degree. Since that degree was granted like 3 years ago now, you’d think I’d have my tattoo, right?
WRONG!
The thing that’s holding me back is probably the most important thing to consider when getting a tattoo: the tattoo design itself. Why? Well, the things I’m passionate enough about to have a representation of them permanently etched into my skin are things that really aren’t very easily tattooable.
Like statistics. That’s a broad field. Do I pick an equation or a theorem? Do I pick a statisticain’s name? Do I pick a distribution or a plot? I don’t think there’s any one particular topic in statistics I could narrow it down to as far as a tattoo goes. The best I’ve got is either a graph of a normal distribution or the pdf of the normal distribution.
Then there’s Leibniz. I love Leibniz. I would definitely get his name tattooed somewhere on me if I could figure out a) where, and b) a good design for it. I have a few basic ideas, but none of them are good enough. This is Leibniz we’re talking about, people.
I also really like color. There are a few of my drawings that I’ve considered for tattoos, but again, the problem is placement. How big should they be? Where would I want them? And there’s really not too much meaning behind any of my drawings. If I were to get this on my back or something:
I’d want there to be more meaning aside from “it’s colorful and I drew it.”
I’m actually really leaning towards this beautiful integral sign right now:
But who knows. Maybe one of these days I’ll draw a lemniscates worthy of Tattoo Land. And hopefully one day soon!
I’m twitchy
Somebody needs to explain to me why my highest test scores show up on tests for which I felt I did very poorly.
Seriously. Every time. If I think I did okay on a test, I usually get a low- or mid-A. If I think I rocked a test, same thing.
But if I think I bombed it? That’s when I end up doing very well.
It’s weird.
Sorry, not much to talk about today, haha.
Rain, Rain, Go Away; I Changed the Locks, Just Leave, Okay?
Stupid crap I think about while driving in the rain:
- Do windshield wipers have standard speeds, or is that not a thing that’s regulated?
- Are certain windshield wiper patterns more common than others? By “pattern” I mean the way the wipers go across the glass—like do they both go from right to left and back, or do they open from the middle, that type of thing.
Stupid crap I look up when I get home:
- Okay, it doesn’t look like there are any U.S.-wide standards on what speeds are necessary.
- But windshield wiper geometry is most definitely a thing.
For some reason, that makes me very happy.
The Six Degrees of Leibniz
I submit that on Wikipedia, you can get from the page of any mathematician to Leibniz’ page in 6 clicks or less (even without clicking through the “Mathematician” or “Mathematics” links that show up in like the first sentence of every mathematician’s Wiki page).
Fun Examples for Fun
Starting mathematician: George Polya
Click 1: Probability Theory
Click 2: Probability
Click 3: Christiaan Huygens
Click 4: Gottfried Leibniz
Starting mathematician: George Boole
Click 1: Differential Equation
Click 2: Derivative
Click 3: Gottfried Leibniz
Starting mathematician: John Venn
Click 1: Set Theory
Click 2: Principia Mathematica
Click 3: Philosophiæ Naturalis Principia Mathematica
Click 4: Gottfried Leibniz
Starting mathematician: Sewall Wright
Click 1: Philosophy
Click 2: Gottfried Leibniz
Starting mathematician: Henri Poincaré
Click 1: Bernhard Riemann
Click 2: Riemann Integral
Click 3: Integral
Click 4: Gottfried Leibniz
The Cowardly Average-Sized Toaster Oven is the Brave Little Toaster’s Forgotten Half-Brother
Woah, Coldplay. Woah.
Crank this up and sit in a dark room.
This reminds me of Muse’s Madness in the “this is by one of my favorite groups but doesn’t sound at all like them but it’s even more magnificent because of that” sense.
Apparently there are a lot of mixed feelings about this song, but I really like it. Give it a listen and decide for yourself.
Also: it’s Anosmia Awareness Day today! Go hug a non-smeller and check out this blog run by someone who has anosmia.
Remmus
I get to teach in the summer!!
And what’s better: it’s not the 7:30 AM section!!! It’s the totally reasonable and much more Claudia-friendly 11:30 AM section, which runs for two hours on M/T/W/Th and starts right after spring semester is done.
WOO!!!
I still don’t have any concrete plans past that point—which SUCKS and I hate it—but I’m glad that I at least get to teach in the summer.
Also, this:
Cheez Mentality
Well that was a hell of a dream.
It’s sometime during summer in the dream and I’m in my office on campus talking to a pair of Iranian dudes (I have no idea how I know they’re Iranian) and we’re talking and laughing and blah-blah-ing about all sorts of stuff. Then I look at my watch and realize that I have to go teach in 5 minutes.
The room I teach in is neither in Renfrew nor in the TLC but in some huge auditorium/stadium thing. Actually, now that I think about it, it looked more like a movie theatre without the big projector screen in front.
Anyway, I go in there and because I’m late the university decided to put a guest lecturer in my place. But he wasn’t really doing anything and was just kind of standing in the front of the room looking bewildered. There weren’t too many of us in there—maybe 20 or 30 people—and we were all just calmly sitting in the chairs.
Then, all of a sudden, everyone started freaking out. I think someone saw a pencil on the floor or something and that just sent everything into chaos for whatever reason. The substitute guy was still just standing in front watching all of this nonsense, so I started to move to the front of the classroom (movie theatre?) to try and help calm everyone down. I moved in super slow motion—you know how it is in dreams sometimes—and by the time I was up front, everyone had cooled off.
Then someone saw a Cheez-It and all hell broke loose again. Why? Apparently the Cheez-It was “immoral” and because it was in the room, everyone there was at risk of going to hell. This second freak-out was even louder and more panicked than the first—people were like “oh my god, I’m never going to touch a Cheez-It again! I don’t want to go to hell! I repent! I repent! I need to get out of this room!”
Then, finally, the substitute guy just went off on everyone. He started yelling “SHUT UP! SHUT UP! You are NOT mindless sheep! You will NOT let ONE CHEEZ-IT dictate your life! You’re COLLEGE STUDENTS, for god’s sake! Don’t let this one Cheez-It ruin all the other Cheez-Its in your life!”
As he was talking, I had gone to the chalkboard that had magically appeared in the front of the room and had written “One Cheez-It = One Mistake” with a big copyright symbol behind it, and was super proud of this apparently brilliant phrase.
Then my alarm went off and I woke up.
What the hell.
Hey baby, let me expand your series
This is a really interesting read.
I am someone who has very little mathematical intuition. I mean, I think some people just have a knack for thinking about math and “math things” and for piecing bits of different types of math together. I don’t. Like, even at the most basic levels—simplifying factorial expressions, the logic behind summation rules, all that stuff. I mean, I know I’m a total idiot, but still. At least with other topics I have some degree of intuition.
And I’ve always wondered if others who actually have a more intuitive understanding of math—or at least have delved into it far enough—see advanced math (or math in general) in a different way.
Anyway. Interesting read, check it out.
brb, sleeping furiously
HELLO PEOPLE!
So today is the closing ceremony of the 2014 Winter Olympics. SADNESS!
This year’s Olympics prompted me to do a little stats project: specifically, I wanted to see if there was any sort of correlation between latitude and the quantity of medals earned in both the summer and winter games.
Now before I show you the results/plots, yes, I know that there are a lot of other factors aside from latitude that affect countries medaling in the games (wealth, government, national/international politics, geography, etc.). In fact, I’m sure that several such factors correlate somewhat with latitude on their own—for example, industrialized nations send waaaay more athletes than less-industrialized/developing nations, and many nations that are considered industrialized just happen to be at higher latitudes…that’s just one example. So take all of this nonsense with a grain of salt, m’kay?
Anyway.
Procedure:
I denoted a country’s latitude by the latitude of their capital city. For example, the US is at latitude 38º53’ N, ‘cause that’s where Washington, D.C. is. I realize that this method of measuring latitude is not so accurate for some countries whose capitals are either at the extreme south or extreme north of the country, but I didn’t want to go by, say, the “average” latitude of a country ‘cause then I would have never finished this freaking thing. So capital latitude it was.
I then consulted the almighty Wikipedia for a table of the number of medals won by country in both the summer and winter games (and within both, the total number of gold, solver, and bronze). So medal counts + latitude = my dataset!
Analyses:
First things first: correlations!
- Correlation between latitude and the number of medals won overall: 0.374
- Correlation between latitude and the number of medals won in the summer games: 0.353
- Correlation between latitude and the number of medals won in the winter games: 0.393
The above correlations do not take into account the fact that some countries have participated in almost every Olympic games (like the US) and some have participated in like four or five of them. So I made a new set of variables that took that into account. I took the ratio of the number of medals won to the number of games participated in (so they’re kind of a “how many medals per Olympics” set of variables). I did this for the summer and winter games separately as well as “overall.” The “adjusted” correlations were:
- Correlation between latitude and the number of medals won overall: 0.397
- Correlation between latitude and the number of medals won in the summer games: 0.390
- Correlation between latitude and the number of medals won in the winter games: 0.411
So not too much of a change, especially for the winter games.
(One other correlation to note when looking at the above results: the correlation between latitude and the total number of games participated in is 0.609)
Now let’s look at some graphs!
This first one shows medal count by latitude, split by type (gold, silver, bronze) for the summer games:
(Note that countries who haven’t won a medal are not plotted; those values that look like “zero” are actually indicating that one medal of that respective color has been won.)
(Another note: these are “absolute” latitudes, meaning that I’m not distinguishing between degrees north vs. degrees south; I’m really just interested in how far away from the equator countries are.)
This second one shows medal count by latitude, split by type (gold, silver, bronze) for the winter games:
Also, I didn’t catch this until after I made the graphs (and am too lazy to go back and fix it), but notice the difference in the scales of the y-axes for summer vs. winter.
Anyway.
Cool, huh?
Zounds
I haven’t given you any new music in 2014 yet, have I?
I’LL FIX IT!
(Waaaaaaaay better than the original)
Book Review: Brave New World (Huxley)
Have I read this before: Indeed (one of these days I’ll have the courage to go to the library and face my enormous fees). Back in high school, I believe. Maybe junior high?
Review: My memory of this book was actually pretty accurate—which is rare for me. Anyway, I’ve always really liked books that explore an altered society, and you can’t get much more altered than Brave New World (well, actually, that’s debatable on several levels). I think another thing I really like about this book is the mutability of the main characters. Bernard isn’t constantly against society; in fact, once he starts gaining respect for his dealings with John, he starts to really enjoy being an Alpha-Plus. Lenina seems like a “normal” member of society until she starts expressing actual feelings toward John. And even John lapses in and out of his self-imposed set of morals due to the pressure he’s feeling being in the new society.
Favorite part: Chapter 3. I love the intermixing snippets of Lenina and Fanny, Mustapha Mond and the students, Bernard, and the explanation of the Alphas/Betas/Gammas/Deltas/Epsilons.
Rating: 6/10
Dutch
As of today, the Netherlands has 22 medals. 21 of them are from speed skating events.
So the obvious question: why are they so freaking good at speed skating?
According to a few articles I’ve read on the subject, not only are they tall (average height is above 6 feet), which allows them to take very long strides, but speed skating is very much a part of their culture. A lot of the country’s top athletes go into speed skating rather than anything else (aside from soccer) and there are 17 training ovals for speed skaters throughout the country (the US has two).
There are 7 commercial speed skating teams in the Netherlands with around 60 professionals total, and when the Dutch Olympic trials are held, the speed skating portion is said to be the most competitive in the world because so many Dutch people are good skaters.
So it sounds like speed skating is just something the Dutch do, and clearly, they do it well.
Stories?
Woah, this actually looks really cool.
From the Wiki page: Ren’Py supports nearly all features that a visual novel might reasonably be expected to have, including branching stories, save file systems, rollback to previous points in the story, a variety of scene transitions and so on. Ren’Py scripts have a screenplay-like syntax, and can additionally include blocks of Python code to allow advanced users to add new features of their own.
Miiiiight have to download this and try it out.
Zz
So this video quality sucks because my camera—the thing I usually take video with—is out of batteries and all I’ve got is my iPod, but this is a shot of one of the fluorescent light tubes in my office.
I thiiiiiink it’s starting to die on me. But if it dies, it’s going out in style!
Hey Foolios
I just wanted to apologize for my blog posts being really sucky as of late (and also for my uploading a slew of them like once a month). I don’t feel like going into the details right now (just because they’re long and involved), but I’m currently lacking any long-term plans past summer due to several factors…and that really stresses me out. Not having at least a two-year plan is really, really difficult for me, so I’ve pretty much been a little ball of anxiety for the past month and a half or so and thus haven’t been feeling particularly humorous/creative/fun/entertaining—hence the crap posts.
I’m trying to just fake it through No Plan Land right now, but it’s hard. Please bear with (or unsubscribe if you want, I won’t be offended or anything, haha).
BYE!
Book Review: Candide (Voltaire)
Have I read this before: Yes! First time was in Literature of Western Civilization, the class that first got me interested in philosophy. I’ve read it many times since, but it’s been awhile since I last read it.
Review: *dramatic sigh* THIS FREAKING LITTLE NOVELLA. I’m so conflicted. On the one hand, it’s probably the best bit of satire I’ve ever read (and is hilarious and tragic and disturbing all at the same time). On the other hand, one of the major things being parodied is Leibniz’ optimism and Leibniz himself—you can’t tell me there aren’t personal jabs in there, ‘CAUSE THERE ARE! [see the last line of chapter 28], and that makes me sad. Especially since his philosophy is definitely oversimplified and entirely not what he meant “the best of all possible worlds” to be.
But Voltaire is Voltaire, so what can we do?
Favorite part: It’s hard to pick one since it’s so short and everything really flows together. There are some great lines, though:
- Candide, trembling like a philosopher, hid himself as best he could during this heroic carnage.
- Candide said to himself, “If this is the best of all possible worlds, what are the others like?”
- “What’s optimism?” asked Cacambo.
“Alas,” said Candide, “it’s a mania for insisting that everything is all right when everything is going wrong.”
Book Review: a Tree Grows in Brooklyn (Smith)
Have I read this before: NO! I found a copy at Goodwill for like 99 cents, so I bought it.
Review: I’m usually not a huge fan of coming-of-age stories, but this one was actually quite enjoyable. The book follows Francie Nolan’s growing up in Brooklyn in the early 1900s, but gives a very comprehensive non-chronological-order history of her family as well. I think one of the reasons I’m not a coming-of-age fan is because in most of those types of stories I’ve read, it’s really quite difficult to see the change in the main character (assuming they’re the one that’s coming of age). In this book, however, it’s very clear when Francie starts seeing a change in the way she views the world and when she becomes mature enough to acknowledge that she’s viewing the world differently than she had. And this is all told in a very engaging tone, too, so it was fun to read.
Favorite part: I like this recurring idea of loving/being loved/being needed that Francie keeps coming back to over and over as she grows up. Like at the end of chapter 39:
“Maybe,” thought Francie, “she doesn’t love me as much as she loves Neeley. But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.”
Or at the end of chapter 53:
“No! I don’t want to need anybody. I want someone to need me…I want someone to need me.”
A very relatable feeling.
Rating: 6/10
More Figure Skating
Aw, this was so sad to watch.
I hope he didn’t cause any more permanent damage to his back during the team skates.
Edit (2/22): okay, wow, so it sounds like he needs back surgery again because one of the screws already in his spine snapped. Ouch.
Ouchie
I’m 10 days into the “No Health Insurance Zone” and what do I do? Practically amputate my toe.
Story:
I have an old science beaker that has been in my possession for like 6 years now. When I was up in Vancouver I just put a bunch of fake flowers in it, but since I’ve been back in Moscow my drive to decorate the basement has been practically zero, so the beaker’s been sitting on my bookshelf.
Well, at some point it got broken. And by “broken” I mean that something must have rammed into it because a large chunk of glass is now missing from the side. The general structure is still okay, though, so I just kept it on the shelf.
A couple weeks ago I moved it off the shelf (for some reason, who knows what) and set it on the floor by the bookshelf. Because I’m me, I haven’t moved it back.
So tonight I was screwing around doing twirls and stuff in the living room (don’t ask) and I manage to ram my pinky toe riiiiight into the jagged glass. And you know how you can peel an apple all the way around with a peeler? That’s pretty much what the glass did to my toe.
So now I’ve got like 5 bandages on it and have got it (somewhat) elevated. I think the bleeding’s pretty much stopped, but it’ll be just my luck to jam it into the TV stand or something.













