Lance Armstrong, Homer Simpson. Homer Simpson, Lance Armstrong.

Tour de Donuts

The object? Consume as many donuts as you can during the “stages” to gain a time bonus. The final stage is a staggered start hill climb up the notorious Torrey Pines Hill. Each donut consumed is worth 30 seconds on the clock during the hill climb and first person to the top wins the jersey the title “Gluttonous Champion” and bragging rights for a full year. Ex: Bob eats the most (10 donuts) while Jim eats only 9. In this case, Bob starts the hill climb first and Jim starts 30 seconds after him.

If it’s the Murderhorn, though, you must consume food that’s in bar form.

They See You When You're Sleeping . . .

Be good for goodness’ sake. Or maybe out of fear of being watched.

A while back I posted about being able to track people using their cell phones. Well, some scientists did a study doing that very thing — “Understanding Individual Human Mobility Patterns” using cell phone signals.

The location of cell phone users was located every time they received or initiated a call or a text message, allowing Barabási and his team to reconstruct the user’s time-resolved trajectory. In order to make sure that the findings were not affected by an irregular call pattern, the researchers also studied the data set that captured the location of 206 cell phone users, recorded every two hours for an entire week. The two data sets showed similar results, the second validating the first.

No need to have the NSA insert that GPS transponder chip under your skin, after all.

Physics Buzz ponders the ethics of the study

I'm Baaack

Power was restored just a few minutes ago and now I’m getting my blog fix. Some big frikkin’ trees went down — I just took a stroll to slay some food (I found many tracks; they lead to a place the locals call Mac-doh-nalls. Plentiful hunting, but I don’t think the walk negates the damage of eating there. Heavily salted fat. Yum. Still, with traffic lights still out driving was insane, so that was the only option) Anyway, the damage was impressive. Power was out somewhere around 28 hours, so the food in the fridge goes. The USDA says a full freezer is good for 48 hours, but a half-full one is only 24.

Grading Policy, Sir!

Dr. Pion’s blurb about exam design and grading reminded me of a few things. I taught for the Navy in the nuclear power program, long ago, when the school was in Orlando, Fl; physics, which included applications to plant operations whenever possible, and a class on principles of reactor operation. There are some distinct differences between exams in this context, vs how they were graded when I was a TA. Being in the military means never having to say you’re sorry to students or even explain yourself to them, if you don’t want to. That translates into not having to post or explain the grading policy on exams; the students’ job is to ‘learn the material, dammit,’ not to haggle for points on exams. Students could still put in for regrades, but it had to be for an obvious grading error, rather than for a dispute about how many points should have been deducted for their mistakes. That didn’t stop all whining, but it’s certainly a bonus when you can tell the offender to shut up — in navy parlance, “Secure that!” (or, “Secure that shit!” Optional for officers, pretty much mandatory for senior enlisted)

Since the material had a definite application, answers to questions had to display an appropriate level of understanding, which was a factor that could supercede any other policy that had been set up. There was a shorthand for the various types of errors — the usual suspects, like math errors (ME) or sign errors (SE), and the big red X for anything wrong, but there were others, too, in part because there were always several “discussion” problems, even on physics exams:
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Powerless

Nasty storm hit yesterday, and there was no power when I got home . . . and none when I got up. Looks to be a tree down on the street, and I’m guessing it took the power line with it, and no opportunity to fix it in the dark. No lights, no hot water. Fortunately my normal morning routine is to shower at work, after going to the gym, so the latter issue didn’t bother me, but it also meant discovering that a desk is only an approximation to an ironing board. And that none of the activities in which I partook this A.M. are more fun in the dark.