Settling a debate about Buffalo Wings

I was once involved in a heated debate with my former lab manager, David Biun, about the nature of a Buffalo Wing.  Namely, what part of the chicken does a Buffalo Wing come from?   This debate was conducted almost entirely through Aristotelian logic.  That is, neither one of us could muster the strength just to Google it.  About three years ago, Dave and I generated our own theories about what a Buffalo Wing is, and that was the end of it.  Earlier today I was chatting with a "friend" and the subject of Buffalo Wings came up.  I explained that a Buffalo Wing was not part of a traditional wing, but that it was instead something like a small vestigial appendage similar to those funky little hands of a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Well, this person found my explanation implausible and promptly Googled "Buffalo Wings". 

It turns out that chickens don't have tiny vestigial hands as I suspected they do. Buffalo Wings are instead the section of the chicken wing between the shoulder and the elbow.  My initial impulse was to simply lie and pretend I was joking.  After all, I normally lie to this particular person with impunity. However, I will take the high road instead and admit that for the last three years I believed that chickens had tiny, hidden hands.  

Roxy music covers

The Bryan Ferry Orchestra is awesome -- lots of clarinet.   I just also discovered a lovely cover of Don't Stop the Dance by Masha Qrella.  It's really impressive.   

Superman ---- alone...

The new Superman movie looks like it's going to be great.  I might try and catch a matinee.  The imagery of that is a bit hard to handle though. It involves me watching the movie by myself while constantly checking ERA Commons for my grant score.  That's so lame.  I'm the anti-superman.  My super power is that I can sit in an office and type for 16 hours straight every day. 

Bayesian Modeling Workshop -- Amsterdam

I am so excited for my upcoming trip to Amsterdam next month.  I have been reading a ton on Bayesian modeling, learning R, and just generally getting psyched. I really love Amsterdam, and this will be my fourth visit.  The theme for this trip says it all:

Bayesed and Confused

6 years old

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My son, August, is six years old today. As jaded as I am, I must say that his birthday party was an awesome, life-affirming experience. There was a rocket theme, space shuttle pinata, cool little gifts for all the kids, etc.  

It's a nice juxtaposition to see the unbridled joy of  25 kids jumping in a bounce house while I work 70 hour weeks alone under fluorescent lights writing grants, preparing for audits, reviewing papers, and coping with manuscript rejections. Happy 6th, my boy!    

Open Access.. my expertise in cardiology is paying off

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Alexia

While grocery shopping this morning, I stumbled upon this little creeper in the freezer section.  I wonder if the folks at the Alexia potato company know that alexia  refers to the inability to read. Its etymology is derived from the Latin a- (without) and the Greek, lexicon (word). 

Progeny

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Just about to turn six.  I remember when someone forced me go to a dairy when I was about his age.  I had to churn butter and milk a cow.  Now the kids assume more of a passive observer role.

Looking for names in all the wrong places

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Here's a heatmap illustrating where a person with semantic dementia was looking when attempting to name this elephant.  ​I am really excited about using our eyetracker to figure out where & when the problems that contribute to severe anomia start in these patients. There's also something very satisfying about getting data hot off the eyetracker without having to do a zillion spatial preprocessing steps to clean it up.

Idea for a short film

It's about the impossibility of disposing of a trash can.  The setting is a suburban household. The dad (mid 40's, depressed, paunch) is constantly harangued about keeping an old beat-up trash can in the garage.  Week after week he tries to throw it out with the regular trash. The garbagemen always ignore it. Of course, they ignore it. It's a trash can. Eventually,  the guys goes nuts and smashes the trash can into a million pieces. That night he finally sleeps well and reconnects with his family. The next morning the can is back intact in the garage --- a la Twilight Zone.​

Exclamation points

Stephen King remarked, "The road to hell is paved with adverbs".   I feel the same way about exclamation points.  They are an assault on the senses. On a related note, I just finished the David Foster Wallace biography. He has inspired me to reduce my extreme levels sarcasm and cynicism in daily life.   An important step in this process will involve me shunning the exclamation point. ​