friday random ten: “apocalpse morning” edition

28
May

Driving in to the office this morning, it looked like Central Virginia had little case of “end of the world” last night – fallen tree branches, shingles unattached to houses, all scattered EVERYWHERE.

I thought I heard a storm last night.

Anyway, even though I apparently slept through a hurricane or something, I still don’t feel rested. Damn.

  1. “Walk of Life” – Dire Straits
  2. “Mr. Brownstone” – Guns ‘n’ Roses
  3. “Little Song” – Sarah Jarosz
  4. “Gonna Get Along Without You Now” – She & Him
  5. “Barricades and Brickwalls” – Casey Chambers
  6. “James K. Polk” – TMBG
  7. “Heartbreak Stroll” – The Raveonettes
  8. “Dose of Thunder” – The Replacements
  9. “Kiss Me Deadly” – Lita Ford
  10. “Misery Business” – Paramore

Eh, not a bad, if a little 80s, list today. I’ll take it. Still, I wish I hadn’t left that Zappa record I picked up last weekend in my other bag.

from the department of obviousness studies

27
May

Per a study at the University of Montreal, “macho” men are dangerous drivers, in comparison to their less-“masculine” gender counterparts, at least in terms of taking unnecessary risks behind the wheel.

While I have a few questions about the study (for example – the use of a “driving simulator” – i.e. “video game” – is going to generally encourage more risk in general, though I suppose that could be accounted for across the entire study sample), I’m not particularly surprised at the results given my experience. From the linked article:

“Some men develop a passion for driving that can verge on the obsessive,” says Langlois. “They consider cars to be an extension of themselves and they become extremely aggressive if they are honked at or cut off.”

What I found most interesting here, though, is the fact that somebody came up with a system for objectively measuring “masculinity” (at least objective enough that someone else felt confident using the tool); and that the definition of “hypermasculinity” isn’t particularly different than the commonly-understood definition of “sexist fratboy/libertarian asshole”.

The Auburn Differential Masculinity Scale (link is to an abstract describing validation methodology of the scale) is a questionaire designed to gauge someone’s affinity for stereotypical “masculine” attitudes though a series of “agree/disagree” statements, covering things such as self-esteem, socially desirable traits, hostility, and empathy.

From the original article’s discussion of the ADMS’s methodology:

It comprised 60 statements such as “men who cry are weak,” or “generally speaking, men are more intelligent than women.”

Men whose scores correlated highly with “Masculinity” (brash, risk-taking, non-emapthetic champions of antisocial behavior and prone to violent outbursts), were, in this study, more likely to take unnecessary risks in achieving goals (the goal in this case was “catch that car!”) in the driving simulator, while those who scored lower were less likely drive dangerously.

Consider this conjecture on my part, but I’d bet that the primary difference between the high scorers and low scorers is one of empathy and consideration for others. The “macho” subjects were primarily concerned with achieving the goal without regard to how their behavior affected others – the needs and safety of others didn’t register as important*; the less macho subjects considered the impact of their actions on those around them, and as a result, achieved the goal, but balanced the values of “shortest time” and “not acting in ways that endanger others” a bit more equally.

One could make all sorts of comparisons between the results of this study and the dynamics of interaction in all sorts of other areas of society – particularly politics, and how one’s “masculinity” rating would correlate with how supportive one would be of certain positions.

But that discussion’s probably for another time. In the meantime, try not to get in the car when a guy who’s overly concerned with blowing shit up and demeaning the role of women is behind the wheel if you care much for your own safety.

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* I’m confident I’d correlate as reasonably non-masculine according to these standards; Even in “no consequences” arenas like Grand Theft Auto games, I feel guilty running red lights and gunning down innocent pedestrians. Personally, aiming for the “bad karma” trophies in Bethesda and Bioware RPGs is really difficult; I have a hard time playing the selfish asshole, even in video games. Hell, my Dragon Age character was entirely monogamous because the thought of cheating on Leliana felt wrong, even though there were no in-game consequences for making time with the other “romance” targets as well.

because I feel like speaking in pithy quotes this week…

26
May

“Those who discourage your dreams likely have abandoned their own”

Think about it, won’t you? (Carrie V has)

happy towel day

25
May

I’ll just let the original words speak for me here (and if you don’t know from whence these words come, get thee to a library or bookshoppe immediately):

A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value — you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-tohand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you — daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitchhiker) discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitchhiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitchhiker might accidentally have “lost”. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.

Hence a phrase which has passed into hitch hiking slang, as in “Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There’s a frood who really knows where his towel is.” (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy)

hoopy, hoopy frood

Ah, Towel Day, one of the best completely arbitrary made-up holidays, since it’s all in good fun, reminds us of something fun and entertaining without asking anything in return, and no part of society insists we have to pay financial tribute to the greeting-card-industrial complex or spend two months salary on a shiny piece of carbon.

this week’s Gallifreyan wisdom

24
May

“I’m making perfect sense. You’re just not keeping up”

A sentiment that’s more than a little bit familiar sometimes.

Otherwise, a decent, if damp weekend. Enjoyed an afternoon at the Virginia Rennaissance Faire, and only got a little wet. The rain came later as I was taking out the recycling.

friday random ten: “up and down” edition

21
May

Up. Down. From moment to moment. That’s been my week. It’s exhausting.

Sun. Rain.
Euphoria. Despair.
Pleasure. Pain.
Smile. Scowl.
Feast. Famine.
Silence. Cacaphony.
et cetera.

Anyway – tunes.

  1. “Southwell” – Julie Schreiber Band
  2. “Has Anyone Seen My Goyle?” – The Blibbering Humdingers
  3. “Tommy Gets His Tonsils Out” – The Replacements
  4. “Dull Life” – Yeah Yeah Yeahs
  5. “Retro, Dance, Freak” – Lady GaGa
  6. “Kittin is High” – Miss Kittin
  7. “The One I Love” – REM
  8. “Pwn Monkey” – EvolutioN Control Committee (w Jonathan Coulton)
  9. “Head Over Heels” – The Go-Gos
  10. “I Don’t Know What to Do” – Pete Yorn & Scarlett Johansson

a sarcasm detector, like that’ll work

18
May

As someone who both liberally applies snark and sarcasm to everyday communication, and often has trouble recognizing social and non-verbal cues*, the research presented in this paper is really very interesting to me.

The research describes a “novel Semi-supervised Algorithm for Sarcasm Identification” in online user-generated content (this study made use of Amazon product reviews) which is, in effect, an automated piece of software which is able to, once given a baseline to work from (the “semi-supervised” bit), recognize sarcastic content in writing with a reported seventy-seven percent accuracy rate.

I personally think this is very cool; and not just from the “wow, somebody created a computer program that learned to understand nuance!” perspective, which, you have to admit, is pretty damned neat by itself.

Really, though, this sort of pure research could lead to a lot of interesting technology, like computer interfaces that respond to non-standard voice commands (think J.A.R.V.I.S. from the Iron Man films), more accurate and context-sensitive search functionality, and perhaps most beneficially, tools that could help people with problems like Autism spectrum disorders learn to better recognize nuance and tone in verbal and written communication, which for some people, could be a tremendous help for navigating successfully in everyday life.

Not that I think we as a society will manage to completely invalidate Poe’s Law any time soon, but I think it’s kind of cool that with more study, this could potentially lead to a real, honest-to-goodness Bullshit Detector™ someday.

oh, and The song “Hot Shot City” was particularly good.

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* -I’ve often wondered that if Asperger’s had been listed in the DSM-IV prior to 1994, whether I’d have been diagnosed as high functioning at some point as a kid. I’m not saying it would be a good or accurate diagnosis, though I definitely self-identify with several of the common symptoms of the disorder.

“that’s something that doesn’t make sense…

17
May

…Let’s go poke it with a stick”

“if we’re going to die, then let’s die looking like a Peruvian folk band”

friday random ten: “returning early for the rock” edition

14
May

Came back from DC a day early because someone else needed to; I’ll never pass up an opportunity to sleep in my own bed another night (I have more hotel points than I’ll possibly ever need…).

…And, it turned out Coulton and Paul and Storm were in town…my town (or, you know, the closest major city, which is only a few miles from my place); even if I was a little tired after this week, I had to go; they made the effort to come to the music venue equivalent of my front door, and I’d really kind of like them to come back again sometime.

As expected, the show was lots of fun (it always is, after all), and better attended than one would think for a Thursday night. Plenty of laughs, improv, and songs about monsters/robots/monkeys/mad scientists that are sad.

And this group, should events ever get back to them, will probably regret the unfortunate hand gestures in the promo photo the venue was using:

there's no icee in that douchebag's hand - the lost dylan song

Anyway…tunes. I’m spent.

  1. “Lost (live)” – Katy Perry
  2. “Cho’s Rebuttal” – The Blibbering Humdingers
  3. “Friends of P” – The Rentals
  4. “Dancing Shoes” – Arctic Monkeys
  5. “I’m A Fool” – The Clarks
  6. “Hot” – Avril Levigne
  7. “Dirty Eyes (Sex Don’t Sell) – The Raveonettes
  8. “Dirty Mind” – The Pipettes
  9. “Black Diamond” – The Replacements
  10. “Ballad in B” – The Syn D’ Cats

this week’s brush with culture

12
May

Tuesday evening, after a work day that was stressful for all kinds of reasons that had little to do with the actual job at hand (though the triggering event came upon me too quickly to get nervous about), I shook off the resulting adrenaline rush with a few hours of literary shoulder-rubbing and political commentary (and yeah, a couple of dark beers) at Busboys and Poets in DC for a stop on Amanda Marcotte’s book tour in support of her new release, “Get Opinionated: A Progressive’s Guide to Finding Your Voice (and Taking a Little Action).”

As regular readers are no doubt aware, I’ve been a fan of Ms. Marcotte’s online writing for years now. Her take on the issues never fails to give me something to think about, and is just as funny and biting as it is informative and insightful. Having the opportunity to hear her read some selections from the book, answer questions about the writing process and her feelings on current events in politics and the culture wars, and to have a few minutes to chat with her as she signed my copy of the book was, for me, a big deal.

Also, I need to make mention that the venue was pretty damned cool as well – a combination restaurant-bar-coffeeshop-salon (in the intellectual sense)-bookstore with a great atmosphere, eclectic and engaging clientele, and a general welcoming vibe for those of us who are of a more progressive/liberal persuasion. Also, the food looked and smelled really good. I didn’t have time for dinner this time, but I will definitely be heading back before too long for just that purpose.

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