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Wednesday, January 1st, 2025
7:42 am - Thoughts on education
I've been on lj over 12 years now, and I've had lots of thoughts on education [also, I was posting stuff on marypat.org in longer form from 1996 - 2002; I've also written a lot at the Actuarial Outpost on this subject]

So this post is simply to amass posts as I find them, and categorize them. I am defining "education" very broadly here. I may be linking to some friends-locked posts, and will note that when I link. Some of these posts may need to be moved around for better organization.

12 Days of LearningCollapse )

My thoughts for starting schools, business related to educationCollapse )

Responses to Charles MurrayCollapse )

Gifted education/IQ stuffCollapse )

Math educationCollapse )

Online educationCollapse )

Females and math and scienceCollapse )

Actuarial educationCollapse )
College EducationCollapse )

UncategorizedCollapse )

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Saturday, February 16th, 2019
11:57 am - RIP, Bob Going, aka The Judge
This last week, Robert Going died. I first met him here, on livejournal, I'm pretty sure. This is his livejournal, but he pretty much moved over to facebook in the last five years.

I've been digging through my livejournal to try to figure out exactly when I ran into him... I think I met him via the catholicism group on livejournal, but given how many people in catholicism I knew in other ways... I'm not quite sure.

I did dig through my email, and the first one I can find from him to me is from 2006. This is why I don't delete email - I have a record of my conversations with many people I never met in person, but befriended online. I did meet the Judge and his wife once, in person -- it was at a church in NYC (I believe it was at Fr. Rutler's previous parish, which was near where I worked in Midtown East.)

I wasn't close to Bob, but we had a great time just chatting about Catholicism and then just a few ephemeral things. He liked needling me about the Red Sox (he was a Sox fan, and I was a Mets fan), and he would send me links he knew I would like. He used to do it in email, and then in Facebook messenger.

Here is a fairly representative sample:

And he supported me and Stu with prayer, and let me know:

This was our last chat:

I have so many online friends that I chat with in a similar manner, many of whom I will never see in person, and some of whom I don't even know what they look like... and may never know.

I did get to meet Bob in person once, but even if I never had, it wouldn't have made a difference.

I loved the lazy way we shared ideas - if you look at time/date stamps, usually one would make a remark, and a day or two would elapse before we'd respond. I talked literature, Catholicism, and sometimes even opera with him (more that he knew I was into opera, and he'd send me some stuff).

I will miss our discussions, lazy as they were.

I bought his books in the past...but I forget where my copies are. So I'm going to re-buy them, so I can feel like I'm chatting with him again.

I especially loved this one: Where Do We Find Such Men?

That book is about men who came from his town of Amsterdam, NY (which I have yet to visit), who served in World War II, giving profiles of each one. I remember his individual posts on the people who had served.

I didn't realize he had a followup book: Honor Roll: The World War II Dead of Amsterdam, NY

Covering those from Amsterdam, NY who died in the war.

An article remembers Bob's dedication to local history:

AMSTERDAM -- Robert Neil Going loved history, especially when it pertained to World War II and Montgomery County.

A Troy native who moved to Amsterdam as a young boy, Going died Wednesday at Albany Medical Center following a stroke on Feb. 2. He was 67. A Bishop Scully High School graduate who went on to the University at Albany and Albany Law School, Going was a former assistant district attorney for Montgomery County, as well as a City Court and Family Court judge.

Going wrote two books on Amsterdam's history: "Honor Roll: The World War II Dead of Amsterdam, N.Y.," and, "Where Do We Find Such Men." Michael Cinquanti, another Amsterdam historian with two books to his credit, said Going was the man he contacted when he had a question that could not be answered.

"Our paths crossed because of our interest in local history, and he was the guy who had an encyclopedic knowledge of the city of Amsterdam," Cinquanti said of Going. "He was my go-to guy. He would know who the mayor was during a particular time period, and he would also know who ran for alderman and the many people who have represented different wards in the city. He knew all about our city government and its system."

Cinquanti said Going's two books on World War II and how it affected Amsterdam residents were must-reads for lovers of local history.

"He talked to so many families and people about their loved ones and the contribution they made during the war," said Cinquanti. "It really was a wonderful book about veterans. It touched a lot of people, and I don't think there are too many cities the size of Amsterdam that had a source available to them like Bob. He was amazing."

I am very much into this sort of history -- the detail, and the specificity of locality. Both Stu & I have gotten very much into Croton Falls history, though we're not from here, but this is our home now.

I will so miss Bob's stories, but I will not miss his prayers, as I know he will continue to pray for us. And we will pray for him and his family.

RIP, Judge.

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Friday, February 8th, 2019
11:35 am - Sitting in my comfy zone
Right now, I'm on a conference call regarding a research project tracking mortality rates by cause of death (and projecting in the future). There's some really cool graphs (can't share til it's published - probably later this year)

Yesterday, I did an internal presentation on improving data visualization for telling your story.

Tomorrow, I'm going to do a blog post to fix up the graphs in a financial report for a town in California. Because the current graphs annoy me.

In my commute, I'm listening to an audiobook version of Nicholas Nickleby -- it's Blackstone Audio - both Blackstone Audio & Tantor Media have never done me wrong for audiobooks.

At home last night, I fell asleep on what is essentially Stu's bed -- he sleeps downstairs on a really nice sleeper couch we got from IKEA (he has difficulty going up and down stairs, and doesn't want to risk falling down the stairs given his cancer treatments). I usually sleep upstairs, especially because I wake up so early and don't want to disturb Stu. So, I had gotten a CD/DVD set of a Depeche Mode live and Stu put the DVD on to watch... and I just fell asleep within a couple minutes. And when I fall asleep... I snore. But Stu said that whenever he sang along with Dave, I stopped snoring. I may try that again tonight. :)

Anyway, I've been in my comfy zone, which is just fine by me. I have had a lot of face/shoulder/neck pain this last week, and having all this comfy stuff helps me put my mind off the pain.

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Wednesday, February 6th, 2019
3:42 pm - I AM HE-MAN
Also, I am:


It's been a good day. So far.

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Monday, January 28th, 2019
5:11 pm - Push the button, meep
So, here in the Grace family household, we have various practical systems that may seem weird to those outside our house. I will tell you of one of them.

We have a button.

Here is a picture.

(dammit ipad)

It is a wireless doorbell system that Stu got at Harbor Freight (with a coupon (of course)). Stu got it about two years ago, after a hospital stint (this shows the beginning of the saga...but there's more to that story that ended w/ Stu being diagnosed with cancer. We'll leave that for later.) Stu had mobility issues, so he used the button to summon help. It could be me or the girls. But then as Stu got a bit better, both Stu & I used the button to summon the girls to go fetch us stuff.

And then the button "disappeared". We were suspicious. Oh, there were two buttons. Both "disappeared".

So around about Christmas (2018), Stu bought new sleeper couches, because he has not been able to sleep in our bedroom ... well, basically, since 2017. We can't actually sleep together anymore because of both of our medical issues (mine is just pain -- it's probably not killing me). So that involved displacing the prior couches and getting all the crap out from underneath them.

Stu found one of the buttons.... in pieces. Now, that could all be accidental. I would think that if one of the girls wanted the buttons "disappeared", they could just throw them in the trash. We're not about to go digging in each trash bag looking for something we're not expecting there.

And anyway, all this prelude is to say that I wrenched my back, I'm sitting on one of the new couches, and I told Stu I shouldn't really be reaching for the button because I may injure myself more.

So Stu scooped up the button and tossed it at me, commenting: "Push the button, Frank."

Anyway, I don't like Stu's new nick for me.

UPDATE: As I was finishing this, I said "Ugh, I need a kid to get tissues for me."

And I looked at Stu and he picked up the button sitting right next to me.

No child has come running. I've pushed the button three more times.

Ah, now I have my tissue.

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Saturday, January 19th, 2019
2:45 pm - Do What I Can While I Can
I'm chilling on the couch right now, because I was about to hurt myself with what I had been doing. So I'm resting.

So first I will talk about me getting certain things done this morning/early afternoon because of an incipient storm and potential power outages. I made sure certain things got washed (including Diarmuid), I poured boiling water down some drains, and I made sure that things are charged.

Because we don't know if we'll be able to do it later (especially getting D washed. He has entered stinky boy time, and I'm trying to get him up to daily showers.)

And that relates to some of the other stuff I did today: because my chronic pain situation flared up earlier this week and it's often weather-driven. On Thursday, it was so bad, I got about two miles down the road and realized my eyesight was affected. So I turned around, went home, and stayed in bed all day. Today, I woke up feeling pretty good, and I wasn't sure how long that would last, so dammit, I was gonna get some shit done.

The Spoon Theory has never worked for me (since 2010, when I was hit with my chronic pain condition), because it assumes I know how many spoons I have to spend. I don't know. I just know how I feel right now, and certain things can indicate something is getting worse (which is why I stopped and am on the couch now), so if I'm feeling good, that's when I should Just Do It (TM). Sometimes I feel fabulous the entire day. And sometimes it's only a few hours.

Today's main activity was to THROW STUFF OUT. After doing some of the washing stuff, I decided to do Walk It Out while throwing out utter garbage. There were bags in the kitchen that were just full of junk, from when I had to clear out the van and so just swept it all in bags and never dealt with it. Some stuff got reclaimed (all the Lego stuff), but most of it was just junk. Out it went.

Then I went up to my bedroom. I can't do the KonMari method the way she recommends, but I understand the heart of it: get rid of junk, and get rid of the stuff that not only you don't need, but you don't really want.

I got rid of a bunch of clothes -- I can't pile up every piece of clothing in one pile as Marie Kondo recommends, but I pulled every piece of clothing out of my dresser and went through it. I threw out all the stuff missing buttons, with holes in it, etc. In some cases, it was that I hadn't noticed there were holes in the pieces - because I never looked at them too closely as I get up really early in the morning to get dressed. I looked at several pieces and realized they just plain didn't fit or were too fussy (I have various wraparound pieces and some just don't drape right or get in awkward configurations). Some shirts I have didn't "spark joy" - they fit fine, they looked okay, but I had them mainly because "what if I run out of the clothes I actually like?" Thing is, I have plenty of clothes even after getting rid of some of that crap. So out that went.

Of the discards, they ended up in two piles: trash (the stained, holey crap) and donate ... and I had some really nice pieces in the donate pile. But I didn't actually like them.

Hell, I found one shirt that still had the tag on it. Out it went.

After I finished all that, I was feeling it in my back, and stopped. I didn't do a pretty folding job (I haven't seen how Kondo folds socks or panties yet, but after hearing her verbal explanation, I really want to see it) but that's good enough for now.

Because if I wait for perfect, it will never get done.

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Thursday, January 17th, 2019
9:13 am - KonMari Method, Books, and Futility
Okay, I just threw that last one in just because it bubbled up in my brain.

Evidently, Marie Kondo has some TV show now a lot of people I know are watching, and then for some reason a lot of people got huffy about what she said about books.

But apparently there’s been some backlash against Kondo and her DEMAND that people throw their books. Judging by Twitter, there’s an episode in which Kondo razes entire neighborhoods searching for stray reading material she can light on a pyre:
IndieWire spoke to Kondo about whether she really wants to see authors strung up in town squares and the written word abolished altogether. “No,” she said, through interpreter Marie Iida.

“The question you should be asking is what do you think about books. If the image of someone getting rid of books or having only a few books makes you angry, that should tell you how passionate you are about books, what’s clearly so important in your life. If that riles you up, that tells you something you about that. That in itself is a very important benefit of this process.”
Books are only good to have around if they A) hold sentimental value, B) have especially pleasing covers, or C) someone once wrote something funny on the inside flap. Otherwise, throw that shit to the curb, buy a Kindle, regret nothing.

This person claims the Kondo-backlash is due to xenophobia (I find that doubtful), but there definitely is an overreaction to something she didn't say at all.

I'm going through her book right now, and there was a lot in the part about books that made me laugh, but she has worked with more needs-to-tidy clients than I have, so let me just extract two items from her book.

1. All Kondo said was she, personally, keeps about only 30 books. And she didn't get there in one fell swoop -- and listening to her, I understand that she didn't have many books to begin with (I have thousands of physical books. So anything under a few hundred is "not many" to me)
2. She applies the "sparking joy" aspect that she applies to other items, like clothes, to the book situation. And she gets into details of the sort of things that make people hang onto books that they don't really care about.

That's all.

Now, she had some things that were funny to me in the bit, but it's obviously she's not a book person (if you had fewer than 200 books to begin with, duh).

What I mean is that she mainly reads books for information. Many of my fellow book people read books as our primary form of entertainment...and sometimes for information.

But she has a good point about the information already being in your brain, etc. I'm going to liberate some of my business/dataviz books when I'm back in the office. I realized that I really only want to hang onto the Tufte books, and the first edition Drucker, and the rest can get released into the wild.

In general, I'm buying e-books now, but there is no way I'm going to replace my entire library with e-books. For one, I have a lot of books that have no e-book version. For second, I do not have that much money.

But that doesn't mean I should hang onto all these physical books to begin with.

Anyway, I'm trying to get rid of little kids' books right now, but I just learned one of Kondo's other rules: don't let your family see what you're doing.

Because I tried to recycle a bunch of torn-up kiddie books... and D caught sight of the bag and liberated the contents. To get at one specific book (which, yes, is very torn up).

Lesson learned. All recycle attempts will be hidden in my room until ready to dump on the curb.

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Friday, December 14th, 2018
4:03 pm - The Great Tech Reset: My Day
I don't want to get into why all this happened, just that it happened.

My Macbook stopped booting up. I tried various fixes, but it is an old machine (though less than 10 years old)

My ipads have their own issues. ADDITIONAL: my audiobook app, hoopla, updated and deleted the saved file of War & Peace I had... and because 61 hours of audiobook is about 1 GB, I deleted a bunch of apps so I could get my sweet sweet W&P fix (but not before having to spend my morning commute listening to lectures on slang and gendered vocab)

And my work computer... well, everything needed to be deleted from my Microsoft Office data and rebuilt. So I lost a bunch of macros, templates, and whatnot.

Oh, and all the tabs I had open on pension stories. And other stuff.

So, it feels nice, because it's just gone (and I just rebuilt the macros I actually need, which is about only 5, because I leave copies of the really important stuff all over the place, and especially my Dropbox), so it's a nice, clean feeling.

The only thing I really miss are my sticky notes.. Which was one sticky note, which had three things on it: the name of some meeting rooms and their phone numbers and IP addresses.

But that put me in mind of what I really want for Christmas: I want less stuff. As in, there's a bunch of junk I just want to go away. But I have to pick through the stuff, and it always gets me sneezing and coughing when I do that.

But in lieu of less stuff, I'll take socks. Because I do always end up losing the matches, and it makes me feel better about throwing away socks when I've got new socks.

And here are some socks that Makers Mark sent me:

Merry Christmas!

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Sunday, November 4th, 2018
4:21 pm - On being an emergency plasma donor
Back in March, I mentioned how the NY Blood Center did great by letting me know where my platelets were used.

And about a week ago, I got an email:

Good evening,

I am writing from New York Blood Center because we have a critical shortage of AB Plasma. As an AB donor you are extremely special - whether you donate red cells, plasma or platelets. We are hoping that you might be able to visit the Rockland Donor Center ANY time this Saturday or during the next two weeks. Patients truly and urgently need your help.

(And the rest of the email was where to call, the times available, and how emergency donors got priority slots)

A diversion - blood types are fairly simple for most people. You've got O, A, B, and AB. Then there's Rh factors which can be + or -. You can read this info from the Red Cross page to see all the major types and what it means for donations/transfusions.

The short story is that as AB+, I can basically receive -anybody's- red blood cells. If I donate red blood cells, only other AB+ people can receive them... and it's only about 3% of the population.

The way the blood works, though, anybody can take AB+ plasma/platelets.

I used to do plasma or platelet donations starting back in the early-to-mid-2000s, when I worked in Midtown, and there was an office right over GCT. I used to study for my actuarial exams while doing these donations. More recently, I was told my platelet count was so low that it would be better for me to do plasma donations.

Part of this sort of donation is taking the blood out of you, separating out the red blood cells, and then putting the red blood cells back into you. When I did that ~15 years ago, it felt really weird when the blood started going back in, because it was slightly cooler than when it came out. But in the 10-15 years since then, they've really improved the tech. I couldn't tell the difference of the blood coming out vs. the blood coming back in. I actually watched the machine toward the end, but I really couldn't feel the difference, though I could see the difference in the cycles.

These professional blood centers are excellent... I took off my bandage last night, and I couldn't even see the puncture wound. I see a small red dot today, but that's it. I have one -really- good vein for donation - it's very easy to see through my skin and it's big & fat compared to the others I have.

NY Blood Centers are an excellent organization, extremely professional, and I've had nothing but a good experience with them.

One last observation - I went Saturday morning for a 7:45am appointment. I actually showed up at 7:30am, because that was the first time I went there. But I got started at 7:45am sharp in all the screening stuff, and was hooked up to the machine at 8am. I was done by 9am (it takes longer when they have to put blood back into you), and chowed down on all the Oreos and apple juice I wanted. They had about 8-10 chairs there, which were all full up by the time I left. All the other donors were men. I thought that interesting.

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Wednesday, October 24th, 2018
1:51 pm - Why aren't girls tops in math competitions?
Among Top Math Students, Why Does a Gender Gap Persist?

I don't even want to quote this one, because it felt so stupid to me.

This isn't about regular math in K-12, college, or whatever. It's about a specific set of high school math competitions (which I did back in the day, and did okay on them).

I've ranted about this before, and I found my rant from 2001:

I thought I'd post this little rant for posterity [posterity thanks me!]. I had fun with academic competitions when I was in high school, but my interest definitely faded over school. Truthfully, if I had not been given free pizza every year when we took the Putnam, I don't think I would've done it.

The questions were =boring= and had little to do with what I found interesting in math.
Yes, there were fewer girls in the math team and computer team in high school, but there were plenty of girls in the college bowl/knowledge master quiz teams. I knew plenty of girls in the upper-level math classes; but there were many guys as well as girls in these classes who were totally turned off by the competitions -- the attitudes of the people competing.


Even more so, as I got further along in math, I found the problems more and more boring, because I found the =real= interesting stuff was in research problems - I saw these competition puzzles as little mind-teasers, no more consequential than crossword puzzle championships (and, admit, they are little more than that.) The physics olympiad problems were, to me, boring beyond belief. I had more fun listening to the speakers talking about, and demonstrating, scanning tunneling microscopes and other ideas and equipment from modern physics. I had taken a course in astrophysics and a course in modern physics (baby quantum, I suppose) my senior year in high school, and their open questions were much more fascinating to me than figuring out some mechanics problem involving cleverness in making free-body diagrams or changes in variables. Past a certain point, the point at which one has obtained mastery of the mathematical tools of physics or math, these "cleverness exercises" are little more than intellectual masturbation. They make one's self feel good, if one can do them, but doesn't add to the knowledge of anybody else.

I did the academic competitions not only because I did well in them (I've competed in lots of things I totally suck at, but found fun, like rowing), but because they were fun. To reach top levels of math olympiad, etc., you have to practice solving those kinds of problems. I simply wasn't interested in doing the amount of work it took to get to that level, and preferred spending time reading about fractals, and other things like that. I preferred learning new math, not being "clever" about some very old math.

Back to my rant:
The last thing you want to do is to equate doing well in these competitions with some kind of necessary quality of being a mathematician, physicist, chemist, or whatever. People come to these fields from other directions than timed competitions over prescribed material. I don't think these competitions necessarily make students more interested in a field that they are already interested in; they might put some students off if they think to do well in these fields, they've got to be good at competitions.

While some top mathematicians and scientists did very well in these sorts of competitions, lots of them did not. This sort of math/science has very little to do with research or teaching. It has very little to do with STEM career success (indeed, I know some people who did extremely well in these competitions who went nowhere on that score.)

This isn't even an argument about gender. It's about not making kids feel they're shut out because they don't want to do an extremely artificial activity and that they don't find it fun. You can find these competitions fun, but not like the real business of using/developing math at work... and vice-versa.

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Sunday, October 21st, 2018
12:42 pm - Taking a little break
Usually when I do these, I just do it and don't warn anybody, but my pain situation, after being fairly quiet for a long time, has come roaring back these last two days. Generally, I get offline for a while, just listening to audiobooks or watching old DVDs.

It's not that reading twitter or facebook makes me feel worse (it doesn't - I like the things I see there), but that I shouldn't be commenting/posting when I'm in this much pain. And it's hard not to read facebook/twitter without commenting.

In face-to-face interactions, if somebody tries to make me talk while I'm in this pain, I will likely get extremely mean extremely quickly, but I can warn people about it that way. I have no excuse to put myself online just to get mean. So it's best for me to rest and watch this superlong MST3K playlist.

See y'all later.

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Friday, October 19th, 2018
1:54 pm - My non-Instagrammable Life: a day as meep
One of my colleagues came across this piece, the point of which none of us can make out. Also, we originally thought it was a parody... You can read it if you want to see why we thought this.

I'm thinking now it's intended to make working at HSBC look appealing. It definitely looks like somebody took a bunch of very carefully posed Instagram pics to stitch it into something that Millennials found attractive.

My workday life is quite different.

the glamorous life of meepCollapse )

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Friday, September 28th, 2018
5:10 pm - At Extremes, the Standard Deviation Dominates Comparative Means
In a prior post, I talked about standard deviations in a theoretical model, that was somewhat bolstered by empirical info.

Well, guess what.
no surprisesCollapse )

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Wednesday, September 12th, 2018
10:45 pm - Stratifying Math Classes is Colonialism
Or some shit like that.

This is part three of three.

Part 1: Teaching Social Justice Instead of Math is an Injustice
Part 2: Differing standard deviations give some people the vapors

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9:27 pm - Differing standard deviations give some people the vapors
Here is part two of the three math-related items I mentioned.

To a large extent, the following, like my prior post, is about a lot made out of something that should be minor.

It relates to distributions that could have the same mean, but have vastly different standard deviations. And some people just can't stand dealing with possibility.

don't be a dick about de-publishing a paperCollapse )

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5:04 pm - Teaching Social Justice Instead of Math is an Injustice
I came across three math-related pieces recently and was going to combine them into one post, but it got waaaaay too long.

So I'm splitting it into three posts. Here's the first of the three.

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Wednesday, August 22nd, 2018
8:51 pm - Waiting for a long distance phone call....
...well, waiting to do a conference call where half the people are in the Eastern Time Zone, and half are in Hong Kong or Taipei. The way this "works" is that we alternate the times so that one has an early morning call and the other a mid-evening call. Next time, I have to be in the office by 8am, which means I have to leave my house at 6am to make sure I make it in time.

So in the meantime, an update. I've let my STUMP blogging lag a bit (and a few other things) because I am just plain tired. I don't have any real reason for being tired other than it's August. It's not like I'm really doing much more than I usually do, and, as mentioned earlier, I let a bunch of nonessential stuff drop.

It's been fairly cool for an August, but still. It's August. I hate summer. I want my cold back.

Speaking of "cold" and "back", I have been waking up to a really sore left jaw, and I figure I've gone back to grinding my teeth in my sleep. If I take the Valerian Root it's worse, mainly because I sleep through the night and don't wake up til 4am. When I don't take the valerian, I usually wake up a few times during the night, have some water, mutter to myself, and fix my pillows so that I stay on my back. But thankfully, I also have a nice coldpack I can put on my face at 4am (I go downstairs, get the coldpack, and come back upstairs. I may wake at 4am, but I usually don't get out of bed until 5am or even 6.)

What's funny to me now is that with standing desks at work, I actually feel pretty good at the end of the workday, but I wake up in the morning feeling like shit.

And now, to be really depressing for a moment, it put me in mind of something I posted at the Actuarial Outpost with regards to CDC mortality info on opioid overdoses. One person assumed (incorrectly) that most of these overdoses were from people in their 20s. Maybe 30s. I knew what it really looked like:

And it made a hell of a lot of sense to me, the peak hitting age 45-54. (yes, these data are a little old, but I've seen more recent data... it's similar)

It's mainly in middle age that people finally start to run into their body falling apart, and not really coming back together again. It's the sore neck, shoulders, back, knees.... and maybe you have surgery, and maybe you don't, but it's easier for the doc to give you oxy or whatever. And some of those people become hooked on the painkillers. And maybe they move onto stronger stuff.

Anyway, this is one of the reasons I stay away from painkillers.

And here is another happy graph:

Sweet dreams... I have a call to make.

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Thursday, August 9th, 2018
3:23 pm - Hey, Teacher! Leave Those Girls Alone!
Ah, I've been out of the "MATH NEEDS CHICKS" loop lately, so what did I see via facebook yesterday?

Young Girls Creeped Out By Older Scientists Constantly Trying To Lure Them Into STEM

Oh, wait. That wasn't it (though I will get back to that one).

It was this:

Make Your Daughter Practice Math. She’ll Thank You Later.

Here is the subhed: "The way we teach math in America hurts all students, but it may be hurting girls the most."

Actually, it may be hurting boys who tend to be "over-represented" on the lower end of math achievement the most, but I'll come back to that later.

For parents who want to encourage their daughters in STEM subjects, it’s crucial to remember this: Math is the sine qua non.

You and your daughter can have fun throwing eggs off a building and making papier-mâché volcanoes, but the only way to create a full set of options for her in STEM is to ensure she has a solid foundation in math. Math is the language of science, engineering and technology. And like any language, it is best acquired through lengthy, in-depth practice.

But for girls, this can be trickier than it looks. This is because many girls can have a special advantage over boys — an advantage that can steer them away from this all-important building block.

A large body of research has revealed that boys and girls have, on average, similar abilities in math. But girls have a consistent advantage in reading and writing and are often relatively better at these than they are at math, even though their math skills are as good as the boys’. The consequence? A typical little boy can think he’s better at math than language arts. But a typical little girl can think she’s better at language arts than math. As a result, when she sits down to do math, she might be more likely to say, “I’m not that good at this!” She actually is just as good (on average) as a boy at the math — it’s just that she’s even better at language arts.

Here's something: how about requiring all your kids of doing all their work and putting effort into all of it, whether it's the basic skills of math or the basic skills of reading and writing.

Here's something else: I've always been excellent at reading and math (school math, specifically - I'll get to real math in a bit). I've not been so good at writing. I hated writing. Funny how I get paid to write now (and do a hell of a lot of writing for free, because I enjoy it).

People who are math-oriented should not get an out for sucking at writing. Everybody needs to be able to figure (arithmetic, at least, and understanding percentages, compound interest, and other basic personal finance math... I'm not even talking algebra here), read to extract information, and write/speak to convey information. Yes, speak. Oral communication should be added to reading, writing, and arithmetic. BRING BACK RHETORIC TO THE ELEMENTARY GRADES! (Also, I used to hate giving presentations. I love doing it now. It took years of practice.)

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Saturday, August 4th, 2018
5:08 pm - Valerian: A Field Report

It's been 8 years.

If you're saying "8 years of what?", I will give you some excerpts:

I would link to my MRIs, but it seems I put them on facebook, and facebook has been through multiple URL/whatever changes since then and I cannot care enough to show them.

I got a new theme song from that time:

I did like the end result of looking at my brains, but I still have fuckloads of pain and here we are.

Unfortunately, my primary "treatment" has been drinking far more than is good for me. Alcohol doesn't make the pain go away, but it makes me care less about the pain. Also, I laugh more.

In my livejournal chronicles, I talk about taking various neuroactive meds, a few of which did get rid of the pain, but also basically made my conscious brain useless. That was not what I considered a workable option. At least with booze, I could still think, in a manner, even if I wouldn't operate heavy machinery (including cars... and often laptops/ipads, because y'all don't need I LOVE YA MANS posts at 3am, though I LOVE YA MANS)

Stu convinced me to take Valerian root recently, and that has had an interesting effect. Like alcohol, it doesn't make the pain go away. Unlike the neuroactive meds, it doesn't make my head foggy. But interestingly, it has a kind of calming effect. It's not that I get worked up all that much (EXCEPT OVER UGLY GRAPHS OMG), but it's more like "oh, there's this pain. Well, that's unfortunate. la la laaaa"

But I can see why many see Valerian as an insomnia cure, because what it really did is cut off the chatter from my brain. I don't know if you get this, but nights where I can't go to sleep is because my brain is talking to me about all sorts of things, like "i wonder if you've looked at the correlation between peanut butter and bad pie charts", and it WON'T SHUT UP. it's all quiet. like "well, get around to the peanut butter thing in your own time"


But there's a bad side effect to the valerian.

And it's related to the source of my pain -- my neck. Whether the degenerate disc is really the source of all my pain, it definitely comes from my neck, head, and shoulders.

The problem with valerian is that when I fall asleep... I don't wake up til 5am.

So, you may think "what's the problem?" - the problem is that I have to sleep flat on my back (I put pillows under my knees to make it better). I had to stop sleeping on my right side because that's where my pain first appeared, but in 2014, it appeared on my left side. So I can't sleep on -either- side. Usually, without valerian, I wake up several times per night and can make sure I'm on my back... but if I actually sleep for 7 hours straight through, I'm probably on one of my sides for hours.

So I'm taking valerian at most every-other-day (but usually less).


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10:08 am - Photos from Mary Pat Campbell's post
Photos from Mary Pat Campbell's post

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