Speaking of Which…

Some of the songs inspired by the women mentioned in the previous post:

Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right


You need to play that again, louder.

Pattie tells her story:

You Can’t Always Get What You Want

Sister Morphine – Marianne co-wrote this.

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Star Star

Here’s a long essay on memoirs from the wives and girlfriends of Rock Stars. My favorite is Pammy’s I’m With The Band. I enjoyed it so much when it came out.

After reading the article, I’m interested in Pattie Boyd’s memoir as well. A muse to more than one rock star, and an interesting person herself.
And from this, Marianne Faithfull‘s.
Faithfull, Marianne (2009)aAnd the story Marianne Faithfull tells of Dylan trying to seduce her – getting the details wrong and misrepresenting what happened and what Marianne Faithfull said – got that douche Jonah Lehrer exposed as a liar.

And, though I like Bob Dylan, I didn’t know the name of the woman on the cover of The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan (Suze Rotolo) – sounds like she might have had her head on straightest of all.

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An Odd Day…

I spent a couple of hours in the living room reading Ulysses, waiting for anyone to show up for the Open House. Just a couple of realtor friends of our realtor. It was good to be forced to sit and read. I don’t know why that seems a requirement for Mr. Joyce (just finished The Wandering Rocks chapter and the talk about Poldy and Molly). I’m already planning on the re-reading and the Getting Of More References. It’s good to have DuckDuckGo (instead of google) and be able to search for the bad event that occurred in the US on June 15, 1904 – the day before Bloomsday.

And I figured out that my actual code was meeting the assignment for Programming Assignment 2 of “The R Programming Language” but I wasn’t testing my code properly. Which indicated I didn’t understand things for a while. It’s an unfamiliar feeling to do something right and not be able to recognize that. Annoying.

And I completed some required testing and writing for an on-line math teaching job: the most entertaining challenge was to explain why long division works. I didn’t think anyone was taught long division anymore – at least, few of my students seemed to be willing to do it.

Programming assignments often make me think of Ted Kaczynski, I’m sure it is because he targeted David Gelertner, a seriously brilliant guy who should be remembered for more than just being a sociopath’s target.

But, at any case, programming and Ted K. always make me think of this Soundgarden song. It should be played loud.

As if there’s any other way to listen to Soundgarden.

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As I Went Riding Today

Here’s what I saw on my ride today:

Leaving the garage…
As I Leave

On the road…
Quiet road

Further on…
Up the road

Out in the pasture…

Out to Pasture

Seen from the end of the road…
Dirt roadportrait mountainstump

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Deal With This

This short clip of Cyd Charisse from The Bandwagon got me exploring.

The Bandwagon

The Bandwagon

Here’s a longer clip.

And this from The Bandwagon (with more Fred than Cyd, though she freakin’ kills it)

And from Singin’ In The Rain (I may take up smoking).

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Sunday Morning After Saturday Night

So I was up till about 1:45AM last night, finishing a math lesson and a programming assignment and posting on Sheila’s blog.

This morning I still wanted coffee, but was more in the mood for Chopin instead of Heart.

The weather this morning, along with only about 4 hours of sleep, made me a bit melancholy.

Clouds over Cabana

Clouds over Cabana

Shadowy Bird of Paradise

Shadowy Bird of Paradise

Rain in the corner

Rain in the corner

Colors and Santa

Colors and Santa

I will fear no melancholy, because Santa is with me and I have colorful pens.

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Happy Now

I woke up this morning needing some coffee.


And some Barracuda.

If you want the classic version. Here.

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At The Moment…

I’m listening to Mr. Hendrix and reading Mr. Marvell. It was an odd, satisfying day: I had a programming assignment in the Big Data Analysis class I’m taking and it took a while to intuit what the professor was looking for. If he’d been clearer in what he wanted…

At any rate, Carpe some Diem

To His Coy Mistress
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love’s day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
A hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time’s wing├Ęd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.


Tear some pleasures with rough strife.

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Evolution of Multi-cellularity and Sex

Here is a short, interesting article in National Geographic about a genus of algae, Volvox, and a particular species (V. carteri) with two sexes. With one gene, MID, being switched off in males or inserted in females there was a change in the gametes – males produced eggs, females produced sperm.

So in the case of this algae, sex was controlled by just one gene. But lest we think things are this simple, the article mentions that multi-celluarity evolved about a dozen times: so we can assume that there may be (at least) a dozen different ways that sex is determined and expressed – since multi-celluarity usually goes with sexual reproduction. I think I’ll try to find out the different times that multi-cellularity evolved.

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Friends are Just Cousins You Didn’t Know You Had

This study suggests that the people we choose as friends are, on average, as genetically like us as fourth cousins.

I need to think about this. A friend of mine believes in reincarnation and thinks that we tend to be reborn into a group with friends/relations/rivals from previous lives. I’m not sure that genetically-related friends reify this faith, but if you wanted to look for evidence confirming his belief, this seems like the sort of thing that points in the correct direction.

From the article:

Beyond the average similarities across the whole genome, Fowler and Christakis looked in the study at focused sets of genes. They find that friends are most similar in genes affecting the sense of smell. The opposite holds for genes controlling immunity. That is, friends are relatively more dissimilar in their genetic protection against various diseases.

The immunity finding supports what others have recently found in regards to spouses. And there is a fairly straightforward evolutionary advantage to this, Fowler and Christakis say: Having connections to people who are able to withstand different pathogens reduces interpersonal spread. But how it is that we select people for this benefit of immunity? The mechanism still remains unclear.

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