sorry to’ve crumped your style

Two months ago I was at a dinner party that included also an academic couple. The husband made a pun during dinner that indicated he had misremembered my last name (chocolate bar in my profile notwithstanding, it’s ‘Crumple’ not ‘Crumble’), and then he was so pleased with his pun that he made references to it twice later in the dinner. Being timid, I did not correct him until the third time, which was awkward because our structural relationship is such that he really should have my surname down by this point. Yesterday at a holiday party I was standing with a colleague and the husband came over and started talking to us. As a last thing before leaving us, he apologised again for having misremembered my name. “My wife was so angry you would not believe it,” he proclaimed, “No sex for a month.” Continue reading “sorry to’ve crumped your style”

gettin’ old: the bad news follow-up

Thanks to everyone who had good ideas about what to do for my folks that are getting up there in years. It turns out that there are lots and lots of resources just like the ones I was looking for: agencies that screen, train, and bond workers to help seniors out and allow them to stay in their homes longer. My folks are lucky that they live in a densely populated area, with lots of resources. Here are a couple links for folks in the San Mateo County, and here is a starting place to find care throughout California. It turns out they have just what I thought my folks needed: someone to check in, have a chat, maybe tidy up the dishes, drive them around to do errands and grocery shopping, remind them to take meds, and keep loved ones posted on how things are going. Weekly visits would be about $500/month, as far as I can tell without making any calls.

Unfortunately, Continue reading “gettin’ old: the bad news follow-up”

injury and impostors.

How long has this been a part of registering for the ASA annual meetings?

I agree and acknowledge that I am undertaking participation in ASA events and activities as my own free and intentional act and I am fully aware that possible physical injury might occur to me as a result of my participation in these events. I give this acknowledgement [sic] freely and knowingly and that I am, as a result, able to participate in ASA events and I do hereby assume responsibility for my own well-being. I also agree not to allow any other individual to participate in my place. Continue reading “injury and impostors.”

the plot thickens

Any thoughts on the new Scatterplot banner above versus the old one? I’ve been bothered that the blue in the old plot didn’t match the blue of the rest of the theme, and then while I was at it I also decided to try using smaller-sized points.

People have asked and, yes, the graphic is an actual scatterplot generated using Stata, although the data are random (and uniformly distributed on both the abscissa and ordinate.) Note the relatively large spaces of white adjacent to places where the points are densely bunched on top of one another. That’s what true randomness really looks like, and the reason people are bad when they try to fake random numbers (or coin flips, or financial transactions, or scatterplot points) is that they think randomness should be more evenly spread. Continue reading “the plot thickens”

privilege, choices, constraints

This post is a response primarily to the young academics and other young professionals or graduate students who wrote that my story inspired them to think about their priorities or to have hope that they, too, could achieve success despite the stresses of the work-home conflict. Many wrote that it reminded them of their own priorities, and that was my main point. But some people seemed to be trying to “do it all” and viewing me as a model of success. I am fearful that you will think that I was some kind of superwoman. Because I was not superwoman and you will draw the wrong lesson if you think I was. My last post was written from the perspective of privilege and this one will be, too. This is not because I do not know I have privilege. To the contrary. I still remember the young woman in my Lamaze class who was going back to work full time four weeks after her child’s birth. Continue reading “privilege, choices, constraints”