After watching Selma…

February 22, 2015

On Friday, my wife and I went to see the file Selma, at the MacRobert Cinema at Stirling University. It’s a great film: dramatic, moving, quite long, but paced. The words and the oratory are wonderful to listen to. And of course, it covers events that we can remember being aware of in out own time, as young teenagers in Europe, as we heard about civil rights in America with the ears of an idealistic post-war generation, and as we watched the war in Vietnam gradually heat up.

But there was one quote that really struck home to me (again probably as a North European), and though I have searched for it, I can’t find it: in essence it pointed out that one of the ways the rich whites in the America kept the poor whites down was by ensuring there was a group who were always lower then them, namely the black Americans. It hit home, because that’s been true in many societies: the Irish in Scotland in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, the native populations in Australia in the 19th and early 20th centuries, and many others too, at many different times. And that seems to be something that is always in danger of being present.

So the father hits his older son, who then punches his little sister, who the slaps her smaller brother, who then kicks the dog…

Is this “just human nature” or can we do better?

One thing I discovered looking for the quote above was just how strongly King wrote on poverty and war, as well as on racism, how much he was far, far more than a single issue politician. I am beginning to understand why there is  Martin Luther King Day in the USA.

Life events at one remove.

December 15, 2014

It’s been a week-end of major life events at one remove. On Friday, my youngest, Jonathan, was 21, and today, my oldest, Eleanor (now with her own blog) is 40. Turning  40 doesn’t seem such a long time ago, even if turning 21 seems like a lifetime past. I recall mine, working in the City of London, and being taken out and filled with whisky (as a Scot in London) at lunchtime. (Well, I suppose, I must have been a willing victim, since I don’t believe anyone forced drink down my throat!). This was followed by a rather unproductive afternoon, during which I’m told I suddenly turned green, and rapidly left for the toilets. My fortieth was a much more civilised affair, a party at home with children present, and a new electric piano. But why should these life events of my children affect me so?

On one hand, it’s an intimation of an end of an era: with no kids under 21, surely I should be moving on to some new part of my own life. I haven’t any grandchildren, though there’s a grand-dog, Frieda, in DC with daughter Alexis & Katy! And perhaps it’s also my recent (minor) operation providing intimations of aging and mortality. I’m not a believer in trying to indefinitely prolong life: there’s a time to go, and preferably before ones wits abandon ship. How long might that be? My father made it to 84, and was  solving the Times crossword the evening before he died, so that’s a good sign. But I’ve watched others gradually lose the place, and it’s not a pretty sight.

At least now, it’s over: there’s no other big birthdays on the immediate horizon (at least birthdays are predictable). Nor, so far as I know, any imminent marriages or other life events, but one never knows…But carpe diem! Let’s celebrate the birthdays: we had a very good dinner at the Cafe Andaluz in Glasgow for the 21st, and there’s a party in Stirling for the 40th next Saturday!

A new blog!

December 4, 2014

I’ve decided to create a new blog, one with technical content. It’s called
Lestheprof’s Audio Research Blog, and it’s intended to have technical content about my audio research. It seemed a better idea than putting a mix of technical and non-technical material into this blog. So: if that’s what you’re interested in, mosey on over to http://lestheprofsaudioresearchblog.wordpress.com!

What to vote on the 18th September

September 6, 2014

Lots of people ask me how I’m going to vote, and it’s the primary topic of conversation both inside Scotland, and whenever I’m travelling abroad. Those who know me, know that I’ve been a member of the Scottish National Party for more than 30 years, and so assume that I’ll be voting Yes. But I didn’t find it that easy to decide. Indeed I vacillated for a long time.

The biggest arguments against are economic and financial. There’s the issues of a currency, of whether an independent Scotland would be poorer or richer, of whether industry would rune a mile, or run towards Scotland, of whether the banks currently headquartered in  Edinburgh would move their headquarters south, and so on. There are arguments and counter-arguments, and it’s not really possible to know who to believe. My own view is that in the short term, the economic effect would be negative.  But, one has to ask, is that a sufficient reason to vote for the status quo, as opposed to independence? It is certainly true that the Union of the parliaments in 1707 was largely for economic reasons, between the failure of the Darien Scheme, and the little ice age (in particular the “Ill years” of the 1690’s) causing poor harvests. But how does that play now?

I’m old enough to recall the feeling in Scotland both after the devolution referendum of 1979 (which failed to deliver), and the one of 1997 which delivered the Holyrood parliament. After the first, there was a real feeling of failure: the Scottish Cringe was strong, and there was a strong impression that we had failed to stand up for ourselves at all. That contrasted with the feeling of elation in 1997: what had happened in between is hard to describe, but was surely a major change in the whole of Scottish culture. Now here we are, 17 years later, debating full independence. Is this a step too far, or the logical conclusion of earlier events?

What has happened I’d describe as a cultural renaissance. Arts, music, and science are stronger now than they have been in my memory. There’s a real feeling that we really can do this. But are we suffering from the optimism disease (see Salman Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children)? Probably, but what is the alternative? There is undoubtedly a majority in Scotland in favour of Devo-Max (maximal powers for the Holyrood parliament, specifically fiscal autonomy), but this is not on offer: the question demands a straight yes/no answer (two alternative forced choice, in Psychological parlance). Can one believe politicians who say that this will come if there is a No vote? I suspect it’s a reasonable likelihood if the vote is near to 50/50, but that in itself begs another question – will Independence really be possible if the vote is 51:49 in favour?

There’s lots of fears and scaremongering on both sides of the argument: in my own area, science funding is seen as a major issue, pushing people towards No, but the UK is moving towards more and more applied research (and I don’t actually see a Scottish government behaving differently). I’m due to retire in a few years – will it affect my pension? But whether it does or not, is that a good reason to adjust my vote, if it will make Scotland a better place over the next few decades (by when I will be long gone, I suspect)?

In the end, I think Scotland will have a better future for going it alone. There’s lots of unanswered questions – but it’s not the case that these are all answered in the status quo either. And now I’ve done it: I’m abroad at a the ICANN 2014 conference 15-19 September, in Hamburg, so I had a postal vote, and I’ve now posted it. Alea iacta est, for me at least.

To the Edinburgh Festival!

August 15, 2014

One of the joys of living in central Scotland in  August is the Edinburgh Festival. It’s been going since 1947, and I’ve been going since I was a teenager. This week, my wife and I have been to Edinburgh twice, taking in two shows each time (and just wandering about soaking in the atmosphere in between the shows). My favourite swing musician in Edinburgh is my old friend Dick Lee, this time doing his Jazz Notes with Brian Kellock, whom is surely best Jazz piano player in Scotland. Then it was on from the Fringe to the (original!) Festival to see The Sixteen, an remarkable unaccompanied choir, performing pieces on the theme of War and Conflict (almost exactly 100 years to the day after the outbreak of the first world war). This comprised a variety of short pieces, staring with “L’homme arme’ and then finishing with  Poulenc’s “Figure Humaine”. That is a huge work, written in France during the occupation, to be performed on France’s liberation. A remarkable piece, particularly the last movement, “Libertè”.

And then today, again to see one performance from the Fringe, and one from the Festival itself: Arthur Smith performing his homage to Leonard Cohen (part 2) at the Fringe was a sell-out. And no wonder, for not only did he look (and sound) like the old man himself, but he came with a set of backing singers who seemed to fit the part too. But they were a bit livelier than Arthur. And yet, his continuing themes of death, despair, dementia were somehow life-enhancing, and human, particularly when he talked about his mother, and her dementia. And in the evening, off the the last of the new James plays, James III. I know I should have seen James I and James II first, but I haven’t. And each is supposed to stand on its own. Well, Jams III certainly does: it took me a little while to get into it, but the second act is a tour de force, and I’d recommend it to anyone. I bought the book as well…so I can now read James I and James II even if I don’t get to see them in the immediate future. Oddly enough, the first play starts with the “L’homme arme” that we heard the Sixteen play on Monday

I know I’ve only touched the surface of the Festival: just four shows out of over 3000 on the Fringe alone. It is just the tiniest fragment of what there is at Edinburgh!

A Public Lecture

May 15, 2014

This evening, I gave a public lecture at my University, entitled “Hear here: from the ear to the brain”. And last year, in the same series,  I gave a talk about Artificial Intelligence. Both went well: but I’d really like to give these talks elsewhere as well. And I don’t know quite how to organise this – I’m not really quite up to pushing myself on to a science festival (and often they go for professional science publicists, rather than plain old professors!). Is there another career for waiting for me there?

Today’s talk was interesting from my viewpoint too. the audience age ranged from about 11 to about 75! Some were retired academics, some were locals, and some were the children of academics. I think I managed to target it well, but it’s a tricky business: not losing (or boring) the younger, less experienced part of the audience, yet attempting to keep the interest of the older ones. But judging from the questions at the end I managed OK. Interestingly, it felt more like a performance than a lecture: more like I had played a gig on the piano, than stood up and spoken for a while: not really like a standard lecture at all.

And yet: what I’d really like to do would be to mix together the various skills I have and give an illustrated public lecture illustrated with music, played on the piano. Perhaps that would be a bit hard though I did manage to give a musically accompanied speech at my late father’s 80’th birthday, more than 20 years ago. What sorts of music might illustrate artificial intelligence? The musical accompaniment to the sound and hearing talk might be easier, however.

And now? Quietly sitting, writing, having quaffed a few beers, just to relax. Back to the everyday grind tomorrow!

Bach, followed by Jazz at the Garrick academy

April 19, 2014

It’s been quite a week musically for me. Last week started with going to the Dunedin Consort performing Bach’s St Matthew Passion, in the City Halls in Glasgow (a lovely venue!): a full three hours of one of Bach’s magnum opus’s (magna opera?), which was stunningly performed. Though sung in a secular environment, it retained its religious content, and clapping seemed a strange thing to do (would one clap in a Cathedral?):  but it was a wonderful performance, with solos, choir and orchestra all acting in unity.

And then on Monday, I went to the three-day jazz course run by Gabriel Garrick at the Yehudi Menuhin School, near Cobham, in Surrey. This was the first time I’d been to a residential Jazz course, (as opposed to some  Sunday afternoon sessions near here, years and years ago). I was quite nervous about this. Although I have played in a jazz band locally, it was a few years ago, and though I do try to play every day, it’s often not for long, and sometimes the work simply stops me from getting near the piano. But I was keen to find out what such a course would be like, and whether I could learn from it what I felt I needed to – particularly more about comping (accompanying jazz solos), and how to practise for playing jazz. I was not disappointed. In fact I was totally blown away by the tuition (particularly the piano tuition by William Bartlett, who is not only a very fine player, but a really good teacher as well). But here I must mention Kate Mullins, the singing tutor. I was backing one of the singers, with a clarinet, and a bass, and we had got the song together, and it sounded reasonable. But 20 minutes of Kate’s time, and we had a really good arrangement, that really blew me away! That’s an amazing skill.

Many, many thanks to Gabriel Garrick for putting this course on: I’ll be back if I can: I’d recommend it to anyone who is serious about playing jazz (and willing to work bloody hard for three days at it as well!)

So: back home now. Time to try to consolidate what I’ve learned, and time to get a new band together!

Birthdays and the new tax year

April 5, 2014

April 5th: the new (UK) tax year. But I’m on PAYE (pay as you earn), and rarely make any other income (examining the odd PhD thesis? not exactly going to make anyone rich!). But, more importantly, it’s the birthday of my brother’s twin boys. Not they they’re boys any more! Graham’s a Mathematician in Rio (just organising a new journal, Geometry and Topology), and Alistair’s an environmental scientist in Moscow, Idaho. What present might be appropriate for very grown-up nephews? Tricky! So I’ll just wish them both “Happy Birthday: Many Happy Returns!” on this blog.

On growing old(er)

March 15, 2014

OK: I’m no spring chicken, as my late stepmother would have put it.

But as I get older, on the blacker days, I’m left wondering whether the body will go, leaving me a mind that can still think, but a body that can’t do much else, or the mind will depart, leaving a body that’s able enough, but unable to do anything useful because the mind that energised it has gone. Or, of course, both.

On Wednesday, I went to the Neuroscience day at Edinburgh, which was good, if depressing (was I the oldest person there? No, but certainly in the last decile of the age spectrum – mostly it was bright young PhD students, and young post-docs, working on many aspects of neural degeneration: aye there’s money in that, timor mortis conturbat me). There was a good talk on the nature of neurodegeneration in dementia (Dr Tara Spires-Jones, Centre for Cognitive and Neural Systems), but there was precious little in it about prevention or treatment: though, of course, understanding mechanism is ventral to developing treatments.

So what can an old Prof do? Drink is one possibility, a form of Lethe both available and legal, but the pubs here are depressing (or perhaps it’s just me this evening). I’m still working, writing, researching spectrotemporal Gabor filters for classifying sounds, for example, plus the odd bit of Neuroinformatics. But for how long? Are there plaques forming in my brain as I write this? Are there cancer cells in my prostate happily and indefinitely multiplying? Neither is a cheerful thought. Still, I’ve got some decent  malt whisky in the cupboard (if only I could remember which cupboard, or what a cupboard is, or what malt whisky is for, or … not funny) … Talisker and Lindt Chocolate: a wonderful mix. Feeling better already.

Nonetheless, I think I’d better go and sleep now. Morning’s usually seem better: if only because one has survived another night.

The day the internet went down…

February 26, 2014

At about 12 noon  today, the connection from my University to the internet went down. Not only that, but the telephone connection went down as well. The University was cut off from electronic communication (except, of course, for using mobile phones, but even these don’t exactly work well inside the buildings). It’s stayed out all afternoon, and it’s still down (it’s 7.30 pm as I write this, at home, using my home internet connection).

Of course, I’ve been an academic long enough to remember the days before the web (though not before the internet itself: I’m not that old!). Some things are much easier with the web – looking up references, particularly citation indexes (remember the days of the ISI 9 point printed citation indexes, that could use up a whole afternoon tracking down who had referenced some particular important paper?), but some things are actually easier without the web. Actually doing research, that’s to say writing (in my case) some MATLAB software for identifying the natural statistics of sound, without getting sidetracked. And instead of looking on the web, looking back at what I had been doing in this area in 2004, for the Gordon Conference on Sensory Coding and the Natural Environment, and rediscovering the relevance of that work, after almost ten years.

My researcher started off by telling me how wonderful it was not to have external email coming in. But by the end of the afternoon, he’d changed his mind, and was missing the ability to quickly and easily find out things from the web. I had a good afternoon, writing code, and leaving some independent component analysis software running overnight on my desktop machine. But if it’s still not up tomorrow, I too will be missing it! It’s ages since I made any meeting arrangements except by email (and I’m meant to be going to Edinburgh, and to Derry/Londonderry, and I’m waiting to hear something from the Medical Research Council, and so on…

So even this old Luddite will be missing it if it’s still down in the morning!