How to get something accomplished December 22, 2016Posted by mareserinitatis in family, humor, teaching, work, younger son.
Tags: children, Driving, parenting, productivity, younger son
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I’ve been wondering why I felt like I got little of what I wanted done the beginning of the year, but the past four or five months have been amazingly productive. Part of that is, of course, due to the fact that I have been regularly employed since August, and having a job to go to makes you feel productive just because you show up not wearing pajamas. At least I haven’t yet… (And I must’ve had an exceptional class because I don’t think any of them did, either, despite our class meeting at 8 a.m.)
I think I realized the other thing that helped: I moved to another town. You may laugh, but I’ve been back home a couple days now, and it’s kind of hitting me that driving my offspring around really chews up my day. (No wonder I was under a lot of pressure to get a drivers license when I was in high school.) Doubly unfortunate, we are down to one vehicle because someone ran into Mike last week and his vehicle is waiting to be assessed by our insurance company, so I’ve been responsible for driving him around, too. However, he begins his vacation tomorrow, which means he gets to play chauffeur, even if only to himself. Conveniently, there’s no activities for the offspring to go to, starting tomorrow.
My next goal is to get him to do all the cooking…but I already failed that one since I promised to make meatloaf.
Anyway, the gist of the story is that people are more productive when they have a lot of time to themselves. That being said, I am glad I get to spend some time with the family, even if some days it feels like it’s mostly in the car.
Whistle while you work September 12, 2013Posted by mareserinitatis in humor, physics.
Tags: braces, life of brian, monty python, whistling
I’m not a big whistler, but every once in a while the mood hits me. Yesterday after seeing this (it’s about the ‘new’ trailer for Monty Python and the Holy Grail), my mind travelled to The Life of Brian and, inevitably, this song:
It’s one of those annoyingly catchy (and yes, totally absurd) songs. While it was burrowing its way through my brain, I started whistling. Except, I discovered I couldn’t.
As some of you may recall, I had orthodontic work done and finally had my braces taken off last spring. While wearing braces, I don’t imagine I tried whistling at all because whistling with braces is pretty much a futile exercise. However, after having all my teeth moved around, I discovered that however I had learned to whistle before no longer works.
In order to whistle (at least the way I do it), one holds the lips in such a way to allow a stream of air to pass through. The stream is disrupted slightly by the lips and teeth, causing the air to vibrate. Then you can move your tongue around in your mouth to change the frequency of the resonance, which will change the pitch of the whistle.
It sounds easy, right? Except that with my teeth in a different position, I can’t seem to get that vibration there. Everything is in a new spot, so I’m not sure how to place my lips.
The end result is that I’m trying to sing, “Always look on the bright side of life,” which is so darn cheerful because of the whistling, and I can no longer whistle. Despite the song’s mandate, I found myself a hair depressed…
Friday fun: It’s a trap! August 23, 2013Posted by mareserinitatis in family, Friday Fun, humor.
Tags: admiral ackbar, friday fun, traps
I actually had planned another post for today, but I’m too short on time to write it out. Hopefully next week…
In the meantime, Mike, the older son, and I were having one of those philosophical discussions one has when one’s brain cells are fried because it’s the end of the week and you’re all suffering from the dreaded summer cold. The comment that excited this discussion was a Far Side comic (which I can’t find). The comic shows a couple guys walking through a jungle, and one of them has been caught in a death trap. Meanwhile, one of his fellow jungle-goers is telling another that this is why he tends to walk near the back.
This led into a long discussion about what the safest position in a hiking party is, particularly if one is going through an isolated jungle. From the movies, we know that the first guy always trips the net or falls into the pit or what have you. The guy in the middle always ends up succumbing to the rocks on the cliff or bridge that have been weakened by the first guy. The last guy always gets picked off by the natives.
As far as we can tell, this seems to hold unless you’re the protagonist in a non-George R. R. Martin book/show/movie. And, of course, the doubters are all hosed regardless of position.
So what do you think: what is the safest position in a jungle-venturing party? If you have a reason why, I’d love to hear it.
Ambassador for the engineers May 22, 2013Posted by mareserinitatis in engineering, feminism, humor, work.
Tags: conference, feminism, sexism, trade show
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After writing about my experience manning a booth at a conference (geez…even how you work a booth at a conference can be phrased in male-centric terms), it has slowly dawned on me that there is another way to view the experience. I was rather frustrated that people seemed surprised when they found out I was an engineer. I have realized, however, that I need to look at it in a different light: such a reaction, when not accompanied by an obvious derogatory or sexist statement (as has happened), could potentially be viewed as a compliment. Maybe in expressing surprise that I’m an engineer, what they were really saying was: “Oh my! You can talk to me without using technobabble or looking at someone’s shoes! Nor do you have male-pattern baldness!” It’s a good thing to go out and destroy those stereotypes, right?
I almost speak Greek April 13, 2013Posted by mareserinitatis in computers, humor, science.
Tags: accuracy, greek, kappa, precision
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I was working on my thesis, trying to do some debugging, when I discovered a discrepancy between two pieces of code. Mike was standing nearby, and when I made that noise one makes when they discover something is afoot, he asked what was up.
“There’s a difference between kappa in these two programs.”
Of course, I blanked at that particular moment and couldn’t dredge up the meaning from the recesses of my memory.
“Umm….it’s that little K thingy.”
I think that’s the accurate but not precise answer…
Research expenditures January 4, 2013Posted by mareserinitatis in engineering, humor, research.
Tags: Mike, research
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This morning, Mike said something about how he forgot to pick up some wax paper at the grocery store. I dug around in one of my drawers and produced an as-yet unopened roll of wax paper (because I’m awesome like that).
Me: “Does the younger boy need it for school?”
Mike: “No, I need it to store some widgets. They have adhesive on the back, so the wax paper works real well.”
Me: “Oh, you didn’t tell me that this was for research purposes. I might have to put a hefty markup on that. Say, 300% of cost.”
Mike: “I’m sure the markup would be closer to 10,000% if I stated that the research were for national defense.”
That’s one expensive roll of wax paper.
FCIWYPSC, now with more cowbell! December 18, 2012Posted by mareserinitatis in humor.
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Today was our departmental holiday potluck. I brought deviled eggs but chose to bring my own lunch rather than brave the terrors of potentially glutenated food.
However, as I was waiting for my food to heat up, the ‘band’ was setting up nearby. The band consisted of the Minion, a couple of my coworkers, and another coworker from a different department. I jokingly said that if I’d known there was going to be music, I would’ve brought my dumbek.
Unbeknownst to me, they needed someone to play the cowbell. Seriously. They had two of them along with two clamshells on a stand, so I was volunteered to help with the percussion. I think I did okay, except on the reggae piece. Of course, the Minion was on drums, and I was watching him…so I’m secretly thinking I can blame him. Maybe I ought to look into cowbell lessons. (Although I did get some help from @MissMSE already!)
Repost: Happy Talk like a Pirate Day! September 19, 2012Posted by mareserinitatis in humor, math.
Tags: matrix, rotation, talk like a pirate day
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(This is a repost from my old Livejournal blog.)
On this most holy holiday, where we all celebrate the day when His Noodliness touched us all (and which we observe to prevent more global warming), it’s important to remember what the day is truly about: transformation.
You’ll often hear Pastafarians (and their lesser imitators) say, “Arrrr!” What, you ask, could they be talking about?
It may not be obvious, but they are talking about Arrrr (R), which is the rotation matrix. (Note that this is quite different from the Matrix.)
As any good sea-faring pirate knows, rotation matrices are essential tools for navigation.
Any rotation can be given as a composition of rotations about three axes (Euler’s rotation theorem), and thus can be represented by a matrix operating on a vector,
We should remember, on this day, that a series of rotations can be accomplished by multiplying the matrices of each individual rotation together, thus resulting in a single rotation matrix (not Matrix) to describe the overall transformation that has been achieved.
And this concludes the sermon for today.