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_This Day in Repeat Play_ As ABBA just broke into the over 200 club, it dawned on me that one could calculate how long a given song has been on this computer and re-sort by who has gotten the most plays/day action, even if lots of the high-rep count tracks have gotten there via shorter periods of being the looped audio for the duration of a specific task where they’ve dove into meditation territory.  

_Outliers and Miscellany; the > 1x/alternate day gang_

Clicky keyboard is just a loop of clicky keyboard sounds that I thought would encourage typing; 

Hall and Oates 527 is the “8x(waiting for)” that also became an alarm clock ringtone, though I don’t think that use adds into its playcount.  

“Pretty Pimpin’” has full length legitimate plays, and that can be chalked up to the fact that on the road (and at home, but at home I listen to terrestrial radio like the anachronism I am,) I listen to a playlist during the shower so that I can avoid forgetting myself and staying in there for an hour.  Which I can do.  And have done.  And needs to be avoided sometimes. 

Jimmy Chamberlin is a drum clinic thing that is just the drums from “Tonight, Tonight”.  That does well in grant-writing season.

“Cantaloop” has made some great strides in play this last week just because it was top of mind, but a version on infinite-jukebox has been found to be less distracting as it is not as predictable.  Familiar but not predictable.  Hoho, that’s a thesis right there.  

The bouncy jangly guitar of “Imaginary Butler” is my favorite: I’m frankly alarmed I’ve actually let the song finish that many times because given the ability to just rewind/replay, surely that’s happened many more times. 

The entirely of Meadowlands made a huge rush for the top, I want to say, 2 grants ago.  

(I really was productive this morning, so this kind of afternoon replete with mathematical shenanigans [mathenanigans?] is not ideal, but not unearned.)

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I WAS looking up “The Accountant” which I think may have been the film that set off my Saturday morning semiregular movie dates with myself trend.   (I enjoyed it, but I like numbers.)

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While I’d like to think you can generally take it as given that I have exceptional taste in so many things, every once in a while I feel like I must disclose that I LOVE this track¹. On the birds-eye level, it gives you the opportunity to both call to question and smooth over dissenting opinions, citing that sometimes people just have things to which they develop irrational attachments². Like the pronunciations of “Doör” or “Foür”. But, specifically and at the grounded-level: this silly track’s gotten someone here through many a rough day/week/month. Including this one.

Arnold Schwarzenegger : 30 :: Kimmy Schmidt : 10.

¹And, I may have made a questionable vote in an election once toward my enthusiasm of having this guy autograph my doctoral diploma, on the off chance I ever became the type of person to mount it on my wall. Sorry! In my defense, CA was not the first state with a governor from “Predator”.

²I often wish everyone had sort of a best practices in fighting so people don’t get uncertainly offended or unnecessarily hurt. I was captain of the debate team in my Maxwell Fischer-esque youth: one would think I would be able to argue without a rubric. Apparently not!

Now you think you are finished, but, no, not at all! (3:10) I will also tell you that “[premise], but no!” is one of my favorite constructs.

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“Organelle in cell in tissue in organ in body addressing specificity: Basically the level of Jeremy Irons's St. Ives riddle in Die Hard III.”

The implicit suggestion that one cannot meet someone going in the same direction as another, OR that just because someone has something that they *must* have it/them with him/her entire, has always bugged me.  

Maybe just Jeremy Irons is going to St. Ives. Maybe he and the man (whose state would be described as: polygamist 7 times over,) are going to St. Ives. Maybe he and the man and some or all of the wives are going to St. Ives.  Maybe he and the man and his wives and their sacks (which we’ll treat as entities, sure) are going to St. Ives.  Maybe within which are some of the cats.  And some of the kits.  (And maybe some of the cats are former kits, which would reduce a potential max in some cases, which I kind of hope for because 392 cats and kits is a lot for a sack.)  Though I would not necessarily question fictional Samuel L. Jackson’s math skills, the answer to the question as stands is basically the integral range between 1 and 2753, inclusive of some combination of the 2401 kittens, 343 cats, 49 sacks, 7 wives, polygamist, and Simon.  Of course, given at least 1 person going to St. Ives, there are surely possibly many people on the path, with their own cargo that could be an entity up for consideration.  

And who are these stronger than Pocket Hercules* wives, carrying around--let’s be generous; day old kitties at 2.5 oz, so about a pound of kitties per cat, and let’s say a domestic cat is 9 pounds, that’s 10 pounds per cat+kits, so that’s 70 pounds of cats/kits per sack, times 7 sacks--490 pounds of jeez, let’s hope living--although I don’t know if that is better or worse--writhing cargo.  Of course you could meet them while walking in the same direction: that’s a caravan that--if they wanted to carry all their things, which I also get: that’s how I carry groceries from the car--is definitely gonna rest periodically on the way anywhere from their compound. You would catch up. And I love a strongman competition, is World’s Strongest Ma’am a thing?  Google is letting me down here a little.  But then again maybe the world is letting me down here a little.  Not everyone.  But enough.

*Pocket Hercules remains my favorite weightlifter nickname.   I was an impressionable youth.

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Don't wait for someone else to give your lab the gift of digital chemiluminescent Western blot imaging!

I mostly just jokingly look for messages that aren't there because these are the types of actual messages I get.  The guy who gave me a cookie did so because he felt bad about dropping my credit card.  The cookie had no nuts, nor do I, nor am I.

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(t=12:36 <—A good number!)

The week I moved to Berkeley for grad school, I walked home from campus one afternoon and passed a guy on a bench at somewhere around Telegraph and Alcatraz. He said, “Do you have any papers?” and I excitedly said, “DO I?!” and put down a backpack FILLED with journal articles and shuffled through for one that I thought I could afford to part with that would have enough whitespace for a stranger to take a note. And he said, “I can’t smoke that!” And he got up and walked away (in a huff, appropriately enough). And, honestly, I did not really understand at the time because even as a 21 year old: Not super cool. BUT! I get the appeal of “Roll-your-own” in terms of culture. I slung an earlier version of this to my favorite former labmate [whose eyes and ears I generally trust,] and asked if he thought it was too long. [At that point it was maybe 2 hrs.] He didn’t even need to download the dropbox link before telling me the file size would imply it was most definitely too long. Also, he is not as big a fan of the tape scrubbing. (I love it. Every time, it pulls positivity from other memories). Anyhow, he suggested I tighten it up and that is why you (and mostly ME; as ever, this is all mostly for me,) get the abridged version above. It’s okay too, I guess. But, if you—like me—also feel like you’d enjoy a little of the context that turns the file from a hecto-cut (~7.50 E2 s) to a proper mega-mix (4.4 E6 ms), then be gentle with the dropbox: (t=1:13:31.1 <—A great number!)

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I worked with someone so staggeringly attractive this week that I found myself demonstrably dumber.  It was as if the self control required to keep my mouth from saying "we should become one of those crazy successful H&W science teams, and both publish and make babies together" stymied all other processes, most notably: forming short term memories as regarded numbers. 

Back when I would procrastinate with those brain training programs, I developed a pretty good baseline for my working memory.  But, there we were, taking data looking at two five digit numbers literally dozens of times and... nothing.  Nothing like 40% of the time.  Which is enough to raise questions.  And numbers…that's what I do.  But it was the Ray Romano's phone number situation, over and over and over. 

I know it's not just a TGS/TUO thing, though I don't know when this accent thing emerged, because hohoho: this could be a problem.  I didn't specify any reasoning, though I dryly joked that the memory thing was a clinical problem, made a reference to an Adam Sandler movie about the girl from ET with the accident and the dating, and he may have (rightly?) believed I am a little touched.  If I had inadvertently divulged any distracted thoughts, I imagine he would have asked to confirm "H'aitch and Double-ewe like hoosband and waife?" and I would have literally slipped off my chair.  (Gross assessment, me; accurate but gross.)  It's good to pinpoint these vulnerabilities.  I am much cooler via email, so I think I can keep it together, now.

But!  We are totally gonna publish together.  Good data week. (Good enough that I can call it before Friday's even over.)