
I was about to pull into my driveway when I saw this car in front of me. I followed it around the block to get this photo because I care about you, dear reader.
I was about to pull into my driveway when I saw this car in front of me. I followed it around the block to get this photo because I care about you, dear reader.
Eugene (and global climate change) gave us a sunny, dry Friday afternoon for a little scientific study. Recently, the kids and I were chatting about what color car is the most common. I suggested we come up with a little counting study. This afternoon, the kids made charts (Sylvan’s had some columns with colors written at the top: green, black, blue, red, brown, silvr, wite, and u for another) and hopped on their bikes to find out if silver really is the most common color car (actually, we hadn’t even ventured a guess or talked about hypotheses before we set out).
Once on the sidewalk, Miss E wanted to head west and Mr. S was hoping to venture south. Could we do both? Sylvan magnanimously suggested we go to Elena’s preferred corner first. We’d brought chairs, and, once we were comfortable and ready, I used my iPod timer to set 15 minutes. Then, the craziness began. That first corner was 22nd and Hilyard, which has a traffic light just two blocks south. When the light turned green, I’d say, “Okay, head down, Sylvan. Ready?” Then I’d call out, “blue, silver, silver, white, black, white, silver, red, blue, black, black, black,” and hope that he got it. “Can you just remember them, Mom?” Um, no.
Elena, independently, figured out her own system, and, while she didn’t really get a complete sample, she did pay attention and fill in her chart.
Then we biked to the second corner counted for another 15 minutes. While we didn’t have the same rushes of cars, the steady stream at 24th and Harris was challenging to keep up with. And we had to keep saying hi to all the folks we knew (1 in a car, 3 on bikes).
The final tally:
Silver it is. Blue may have been under-represented and counted as black in the second count (21 vs. 11) because we were squinting into the sun the second time around. We didn’t count any parked cars, by the way.
Sylvan started to make a histogram after dinner. I’m not sure he’ll have the staying power to finish it, but here it is in its nascence.
Beginning of a car color histogram, broken out by study location
If we were to do this study again, I’d suggest putting the chart together with some rhyme or reason to it to make recording simpler. I’d also add a “gray” column. Lots of gray cars were counted as black. And I’d add a bicycle column, just because I’m interested.
Happy scientific creativity
Every once in a while, a photographer catches a moment that even the subject can’t deny is close to perfect.
After a frustrating hour on the phone with US Airways….
Her: And what is your wife’s middle name?
Me: Anne.
Her: With an “e” at the end?
Me: Oh god… Yes, I think so. No wait, no, no “e”. Hold on, let me try to look it up….
Her: [Laughter] Is this your wife?
Me: [Sighing] Yes.
This is what a failure looks like.
Location: In the kitchen.
The players: Julie, Chris, Sylvan.
Julie (to Chris): “[The Hooligans’ Mother], the other day, told me that [the Smaller Hooligan] wanted Twinkies for his birthday because Hostess is filing for bankruptcy….
Sylvan (interrupting): “What’s a Twinkie?”
Julie and Chris (simultaneously, with fists raised triumphantly): “Yes!”
Cheerios, yes. Twinkies, not so much.
Miss T was diagnosed with moderate to severe renal failure last week. The doc gave her days to weeks if we don’t give her subcutaneous fluids, weeks to months if we do. We’re trying the fluids, because, while I’m not sure I’ll be able to poke the needle through her apparently tough skin, I can’t imagine not doing everything I can do to make her more comfortable. That is also why Tephra is eating upwards of a dozen cat treats a day. And it shows. While she weighed 4.6 pounds at the vet last week (!), her ribs are a little less prominent this week. I also picked up some kitty food that contains smoked salmon. She noticed. She asked me why it didn’t show up a decade earlier.
Tonight, I took a bath to take the edge off my body’s revolt against 20 hours of rehearsal this week. Tephra watched the bath fill from the edge of the sink. Then she jumped down and stood up on her back legs to peer into the bath, but she’s too short. So, from a stool I placed near the tub, she looked down at the water, then reached down into the water as if she were trolling for goldfish. Then, while I hoped I wouldn’t have to fish out 5 pounds of clawed mischief, she precariously bent over the edge so she could drink the bath water.
Can’t take the kitten out of this one.
From last March: I'm a little scared that your bustle's going to devour me.
We went to the Oregon Museum of Science and Industry. Elena showed me some circuit pieces while Sylvan actually created some complete circuits.
At OMSI, Sylvan strutted his stuff in front of a carnival mirror. Just imagine Sylvan at 16, folks.
We met the Muppets in Portland. Can you find both kids?
We went sledding. And we caught serious AIR!
Getting ready to go to the pool two nights ago:
Elena: Mom, are you wearing a top?
Julie (holding up her bikini bathing suit top): Yeah, here it is.
Elena: No, that’s just nipples!
Yes, there is normally a photo in this space. No, there is not a photo in this space today. The reason you can't see the photo here is because I like being married.