ISAM 2013

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Look, it’s me! I’m standing in front of the poster we presented at the 2013 meeting of the International Society of Aerosols in Medicine. I met some great people, saw some excellent presentations and had a wonderful time. You wouldn’t believe what they’re doing with inhaled therapeutics nowadays.

Read my abstract.  Do it.

P-083 Evaluation of Intranasal Delivery of a Viable Bacterial Aerosol for Bovine Immunization

I’m also second author on a couple of posters, namely P-121 and O-51.  They’re good stuffs too, so check ‘em out (Ctrl+F it).

Reference:

Journal of Aerosol Medicine and Pulmonary Drug Delivery. April 2013, 26(2): A-1-A-69.

DOI:  10.1089/jamp.2013.00A1

Shave and a Haircut

While getting multiple hairs cut this afternoon, I thought I’d take the opportunity to get an unbiased opinion on a particular topic of interest.

I asked the lady, “If you had to estimate, what percentage of gray would you say I’m working with up there?”

“Um,” she paused. “I’d say about six.”

Six percent! I can live with that. I’m 26 years young. I’ve got a 14 week old baby and plenty of dark hair left to last into his teens. Funny, I thought surely it would be more than that. She would know, though. After all, she can see all of my head.

“Six percent?” I asked, in gentle confirmation.

“Yeah, six out of ten, I’d say,” she replied.

Wait. What?

A couple things about that. Firstly, six out of ten is sixty percent, as I’m sure you all have calculated by now. 6% ≠ 6/10.

That’s okay, fractions just aren’t some peoples thing.

Secondly, I don’t think six out of every ten hairs on my head is gray. White, technically. That would mean, on average, my hair is more white than not. I’ll let you make your own judgement from the Vine clip above, and I’m certain we’ll agree that my hair is not majority white. While I do have more gray on the sides and back than on top, in order to get a sixty percent average those areas would have to be even more white, on the order of eighty percent or so, which would definitely be noticeable. Maybe it goes back to fraction skills. Then again, maybe not.

Humans possess an inherent ability to make a ballpark judgement of relative object quantities.  This super power is referred to as the approximate number system (ANS). We have this skill before we even know what numbers are.  No math involved.  ANS performance has been shown to predict mathematics abilities in infants.  If you’re curious, see how you do on panamath’s free ANS test.  Here’s my unadulterated first try no warm up.

So math in general may not be her thing.  Which is cool.  The right-brained people make the world beautiful for the left-brainers.  My haircut is a work of art.

And she probably thinks I gave her a 200% tip.

Rockin’ it

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Rockin’ some shark shades and sneakers for visiting mothers

Jelly Belly Ass

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Thems be all Jelly Bellies. I was recently sent out on a quest to find treats for our son’s daycare ladies as part of teacher appreciation week. Thursday was “bring a sweet treat” day. My wife had the idea of individual packages of jelly beans.

Her idea came late on Wednesday night, and I was dispatched to the 24 hour grocer in their pursuit. I was wearing dark jeans, pale t-shirt and hemp flip flops, with my hair parted gently to the side. That may be of importance later. I turned the corner on aisle 8 and there they were. Imagine my wonderment to see such a selection! This was a grocery store, for Pete’s sake! As I arrived, I did the studious thing and snapped the above photo and sent it to my wife as proof I was there and looking at them. Also, to ask which flavors I should get.

“You pick,” she said.

Excited at the prospect of executive decision makery, I quickly selected the 3 flavors my tongue and guts would prefer, with two replicates – 20 Assorted Flavors, Fruit Bowl, and Tropical. I proceeded to the checkout line.

The one manned queue was occupied, so I intuitively walked over to the self service line. As I approached, a sense of doubt slowly began to creep over me, like a lethargic caterpillar of doom.

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The Baby Man Cometh

He so happy

Meet Jack. He’s my son. This guy’s awesome. He can make every possible facial expression in about 20 seconds flat.

I got behind writing about him when he was born, and now so much has happened that I can’t begin to describe it all. Seems like that happens a lot. If I did have the time to lay it all out, I don’t know that I would have the ability. I couldn’t put a percentage on it, but a lot of his awesomeness is wrapped up in intangibles. Physically, we don’t get enough sleep, can’t get as much done, and in general have trouble leaving the house and being anywhere on time. But you don’t really think about it. We spend quite a bit of time staring at each other. My wife, and I, and Jack.

When it comes to sleep-eat-poop-repeat, this kid’s a champ. He was just a little guy in the beginning, and while he’s still not a massive guy, this little man is taking off. He’s three months old now, already starting daycare and he’s just learned how to smile intentionally in the past two weeks. He spends more time awake now, and we get to lay on the floor together and kick stuff hanging from his play dome. We get to read him such exciting titles as “Llama Llama Nighty Night.” I get to play the guitar to him like my father did for me.

More excitedness to come.