Monday, July 27, 2009

Great Time, Gallons of Wine





Derek's parents were in town for a Pinot Festival, and he invited me along for the salmon bake portion of it.
Let me restate this: a HUGE, International Pinot Festival. Salmon Bake? Sure. But also a million different kinds of salads, pastas, desserts, etc. It wasn't from any ordinary caterer. Nope. The menu was designed by the likes of the guys at Simpatica Dining Hall, among other places.
And there was wine. Lots and lots of wine.
I'm not going to be drinking wine for a long, long time. Not as long a hiatus as when I came back from Italy, but it will still definitely be a while.
And, even though it was dark, I didn't get a single mosquito bite.
It was an all-around good evening.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Coffee = Fleas

My parents' old, dearly departed cat always had a severe flea problem. This would cause her to jump completely vertically, as though she had springs in her toes. It was pretty funny.

I don't usually get a buzz from coffee, but MAN!, the coffee at work this afternoon was so strong it made me wince.

To connect coffee and Krissy (the cat): I'm only halfway through a cup, but I seriously feel like jumping like I have fleas. No joke.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

December in July


I went to the Decemberists show last night at Edgefield. It was great! Really, everything about it was great, except the literally mile-long line to get in. But the weather was nice, the venue was perfect for a summer night, the crowd was polite and thoughtful ("Can you see around me? Good."), and even though there were some families and kids there, which can sometimes be irritating, this time was actually really nice: everyone was having a lots of fun, and the parents were dancing with their kids. The opening acts were good, especially the first one, called Blind Pilot. The second one was pretty good, but had a whistling proclivity, which at first seemed clever, but got old and annoying pretty fast.
Oh yeah, and the Decemberists? FRICKING AWESOME! They came on all dressed in black and white, with a morbid wedding-type theme, and played pretty much their entire new album. Then there was a brief pause, in which some of the audience thought the show was over and left. BUT THEY WERE WRONG AND MISSED OUT. The band came back on and played their older stuff, which I love.
Here are some crummy photos I took with my cell phone:

Monday, July 13, 2009

Cats Do Control Humans, Study Finds

If you've ever wondered who's in control, you or your cat, a new study points to the obvious. It's your cat.

Household cats exercise this control with a certain type of urgent-sounding, high-pitched meow, according to the findings.

This meow is actually a purr mixed with a high-pitched cry. While people usually think of cat purring as a sign of happiness, some cats make this purr-cry sound when they want to be fed. The study showed that humans find these mixed calls annoying and difficult to ignore.

"The embedding of a cry within a call that we normally associate with contentment is quite a subtle means of eliciting a response," said Karen McComb of the University of Sussex. "Solicitation purring is probably more acceptable to humans than overt meowing, which is likely to get cats ejected from the bedroom."

They know us

Previous research has shown similarities between cat cries and human infant cries.

McComb suggests that the purr-cry may subtly take advantage of humans' sensitivity to cries they associate with nurturing offspring. Also, including the cry within the purr could make the sound "less harmonic and thus more difficult to habituate to," she said.

McComb got the idea for the study from her experience with her own cat, who would consistently wake her up in the mornings with a very insistent purr. After speaking with other cat owners, she learned that some of their cats also made the same type of call. As a scientist who studies vocal communication in mammals, she decided to investigate the manipulative meow.

Tough to test

Setting up the experiments wasn't easy. While the felines used purr-cries around their familiar owners, they were not eager to make the same cries in front of strangers. So McComb and her team trained cat owners to record their pets' cries - capturing the sounds made by cats when they were seeking food and when they were not. In all, the team collected recordings from 10 different cats.

The researchers then played the cries back for 50 human participants, not all of whom owned cats. They found that humans, even if they had never had a cat themselves, judged the purrs recorded while cats were actively seeking food - the purrs with an embedded, high-pitched cry - as more urgent and less pleasant than those made in other contexts.

When the team re-synthesised the recorded purrs to remove the embedded cry, leaving all else unchanged, the human subjects' urgency ratings for those calls decreased significantly.

McComb said she thinks this cry occurs at a low level in cats' normal purring, "but we think that cats learn to dramatically exaggerate it when it proves effective in generating a response from humans." In fact, not all cats use this form of purring at all, she said, noting that it seems to most often develop in cats that have a one-on-one relationship with their owners rather than those living in large households, where their purrs might be overlooked.

The results were published in the July 14 issue of the journal Current Biology.

Justification for a (My) Dirty Mouth

That muttered curse word that reflexively comes out when you stub your toe could actually make it easier to bear the throbbing pain, a new study suggests.

Swearing is a common response to pain, but no previous research has connected the uttering of an expletive to the actual physical experience of pain.

"Swearing has been around for centuries and is an almost universal human linguistic phenomenon," said Richard Stephens of Keele University in England and one of the authors of the new study. "It taps into emotional brain centers and appears to arise in the right brain, whereas most language production occurs in the left cerebral hemisphere of the brain."

Stephens and his fellow Keele researchers John Atkins and Andrew Kingston sought to test how swearing would affect an individual's tolerance to pain. Because swearing often has an exaggerating effect that can overstate the severity of pain, the team thought that swearing would lessen a person's tolerance.

As it turned out, the opposite seems to be true.

The researchers enlisted 64 undergraduate volunteers and had them submerge their hand in a tub of ice water for as long as possible while repeating a swear word of their choice. The experiment was then repeated with the volunteer repeating a more common word that they would use to describe a table.

Contrary to what the researcher expected, the volunteers kept their hands submerged longer while repeating the swear word.

The researchers think that the increase in pain tolerance occurs because swearing triggers the body's natural "fight-or-flight" response. Stephens and his colleagues suggest that swearing may increase aggression (seen in accelerated heart rates), which downplays weakness to appear stronger or more macho.

"Our research shows one potential reason why swearing developed and why it persists," Stephens said.

The results of the study are detailed in the Aug. 5 issue of the journal NeuroReport.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

The sky is a serene white with ever so slightly stormy hints of gray streaked in. Warm(ish), not cold, not hot, no sun, no rain. Haven't accomplished much today, aside from the RFP meeting I called to order. My brain and body are sluggish and mellow like the sky.

After 6 months, I have now discovered how to check my email and browse the internet on my phone, free of charge. It has an MP3 player too; who needs an iPhone? I can now render my brain as numb as it is today on a regular basis via information overload on the go.

That's my little coffee and book break pictured above; my book is Turkish, set in Istanbul, and the narrator visits all the little tongue-twistingly named neighborhoods laced with Gs, Ys, and Şs, among others. Istiklal, Taksim...I saw it all in warmth and sunshine, but the book depicts it frosted with snow and gray in light.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

I Was Born in 79, Does That Mean I'm Also a Mystery to Teenagers?


Walkman, at 30, a mystery to teen

Wednesday, July 1, 2009









What better way to commemorate the 30th anniversary of Sony's iconic Walkman than to ask a teenager for some feedback on the device?



The BBC couldn't think of one, and neither can I.

I like to imagine that the experience was similar to an archaeologist rediscovering how a recently excavated artifact was employed thousands of years ago. But I'm well aware that it must have been different for 13-year-old Scott Campbell, who co-edits his own news Web site. For one, teenage impatience must have stood in the place where I fantasize scientific curiosity should have been.

"My dad had told me it was the iPod of its day," Campbell wrote. "He had told me it was big, but I hadn't realized he meant that big. It was the size of a small book."

Sure enough, people on the street noticed the antique clinging from his belt with amusement and friends on his school bus were quick to come up with some witty remark.

Campbell went on to criticize the portable cassette player's size, appearance, functionality and the "hissy backtrack and odd warbly noises."

Even when he discovered the cassette had more music on the other side (it took him three days), Campbell was still disappointed it could only hold a small fraction of what an iPod can.

"Did my dad ... really ever think this was a credible piece of technology?"

Ouch.

A daily dose of postings from The Chronicle's technology blog (sfgate.com/blogs/tech)

This article appeared on page C - 2 of the San Francisco Chronicle