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Nerdy statistical vignette:

The other day, at work, I had several rows of numbers in an Excel spreadsheet. They represented two ratios over multiple days. On every single day, ratio A was higher than ratio B. But when I added them all together over all days, ratio B was higher than ratio A. I was convinced I was doing something wrong, but eventually I went hunting round the office for a pair of statisticians, who gazed at my spreadsheet and declared I had stumbled across Simpson’s paradox in the wild. “It’s beautiful!” they said. Beautiful, but strange. If you’ve been looking for an excuse to read up on weird statistical quirks on Wikipedia, now is your chance.

Joke which I overheard and will now steal to balance out nerdy statistical vignette:

“I’m good friends with 25 letters of the alphabet, but I don’t know why…”

Rest of post:

After walking past the Kingston Mines blues club and saying “we should check that out sometime!” many times, Randi and I finally visited one Saturday night, and it was lovely. Also the drinks were surprisingly inexpensive, which is how I ended up drinking as much sangria as I did and having to compensate with cheesy chips. (They weren’t quite cheesy chips in the way Cat would understand, but close enough.) Later that weekend we played an extended game of ‘mega Carcassonne’ with Catherine and AJ, seeking an unfair advantage for ourselves by adding in as many expansions as we could. I doubt we’ll be invited back.

More Carcassonne! More!

Continuing the French theme, last week we went back to Improv Shakespeare with Ellen and Emilie and watched The Mariner’s Mistake unfold: a story of war between England and France’s rather sensitive and likeable King Philippe. Plus fighting cat soldiers. And then on Sunday, as you may have noticed, we watched all sorts of likeable French people in real life cheer in Paris as their successful election results were announced. Bon travail!

We also watched Howl’s Moving Castle (strong start, somewhat meandering middle, always beautiful to watch) and hosted two mini Eurovision parties for the semi finals. (A full Eurovision report from a cabin in Wisconsin should be expected from my next post.) Below is our second gathering… a shout out to Calvin and Emilie who helped us eat a lot of cheese and wine during the first one, including a baked Camembert which Cat would certainly have approved of…

A new generation of newly-minted Eurovision fans

Assuming my mum’s negatives were labelled correctly, this was me at thirteen

Today, this blog officially becomes a teenager. Happy thirteenth birthday, blog! No one will like you for a couple of years.

I’ve never thought about it this way before, but I guess we’re also getting close to the point where I’ll have been blogging for over half of my life. This messes with my internal chronology, as did discovering that the Lib Dem candidate for the Brent Central constituency – where I will soon have to cast a hastily arranged proxy vote for someone – is a mere 22 years old. That doesn’t seem acceptable. Or how about this: if Theresa May wins a thumping majority, I could be just shy of 33 before getting any chance to vote in a general election. At that point, stop counting.

Our Adler crew of victorious scavenger hunters

None of this ageing crisis applies to Doctor Who. Randi and I saw the first episode of the new series in the cinema and we both loved it so much. Bill is a wonderful new companion who instinctively makes me smile, Capaldi is warmer and friendlier and the whole thing feels fresh and exciting and adventurous. (This is not a reaction against the last series, which I also loved, but it certainly feels different.)

Last week we also had our third outing to Adler After Dark where we supported Catherine and AJ’s strenuous efforts to complete the scavenger hunt and win free drink vouchers. We also learnt about the hypothetical Planet Nine in a presentation which confirmed how ridiculous Pluto’s ‘planet’ status always was. I resent people who cheer for Pluto at astronomy presentations. I’m that person. (See how I’ve hardened over the years…)

Finally, we also saw Scapegoat at the Den Theatre. In the play, a trio of ‘Religious Freedom Caucus’ politicians face off against an old, established, liberal senator and his family. Also, the senator is secretly a Satanist. Also, his son has converted to Christianity after losing his wife. There are a lot of “also,” moments in this play in general, which was fun to watch (because, c’mon, it has whole scenes about Senate procedure!) but didn’t actually make a lot of sense. Most obviously, a constitutional amendment to force a national referendum on “any law affecting the rights of a minority” is a terrible idea, and someone should have told the playwright this.

The faces of pure joy

Looking at the wrong camera

Finally finally, above are the amazing Meepillows which Catherine and AJ went to extraordinary lengths to get for us! A very special day.

In much the same spirit as Chrismukkah, I enjoyed my first ever Passover Seder on Monday night with Randi, Carrie and Jason. The Jews guided the gentiles through the dipping of wine, the dipping of herbs, the dipping of spirits as another lengthy prayer is encountered and the basic discourtesy shown to the group by the Prophet Elijah. (Actually, my main complaint was not the length of the prayers but how unevenly the reading is distributed. Many times I readied myself to recount some plagues with suitable drama but was given only one line! Apparently this is a also common issue for young children.)

The highlight of the evening – apart from the delicious food provided by Randi and Carrie – was the hunt for the Afikoman (a half-piece of matzo bread) which lasted a full 22 minutes before I narrowly clinched victory over Jason. In return, on Sunday I presided over an Easter Egg hunt in our back garden for the rest of our intercultural gang. (Many thanks to my mother for providing authentic British Creme Eggs to use for this.) The team were largely successful although we are still missing one plastic Darth Vader egg filled with sweets somewhere out there. I have alerted the Slack channel for our apartment block.

Passover Seder

Easter Egg Hunt

A montage from our extensive video footage of people looking for things

The Cubs didn’t lose because of a deficit in my support

Inbetween our celebration of rival festivals, this weekend we welcomed Randi’s dad to Chicago and went to Wrigley Field for a Cubs game against the Pirates. The last time I saw these teams play, we watched the Cubs build up an early lead and then narrowly avoid squandering it all by the end. This time, we watched the Cubs build up an early lead and then conclusively squander it in the seventh inning by letting five runs go by. Still, it was an enjoyable and high-scoring game, and I guess I can now cross off “watching the Cubs lose a game at Wrigley Field” from my bucket list.

I can’t believe I’ve let three seasons of Catastrophe go by without mentioning it yet on this blog, but better late than never. Catastrophe is great! Tonight we also concluded the second series of the revamped Robot Wars, which makes me wish I had done better in DT and had the engineering skills to build my own fighting robot. Although it’s worth considering that once the machines achieve sentience and enslave humanity, they are probably going to look very sternly on this programme.

Randi with her dad at the game