Our Spider

As summer comes to a close in Australia, I am happy to report that we didn't face any scary spiders this year...at least none of the deadly ones. Just above Will's play area in our patio garden, however, an enormous Golden Orb built a web in late November, which she has defended, added on to, and strengthened during the entire season. Here she is close up:


She's about five inches (12.7 cm) long and her web is probably 15 feet (457.2 cm) at the longest point.We haven't interfered with this spider because Golden Orbs are a 'good' spider. In fact, having them around reduces the chances that the deadly spiders (e.g., redbacks) will set up shop. There have been a few times when our spider has tried to extend her web at the height of my head, but that didn't last long. She has stayed there through all sorts of severe weather, including heavy rains and fierce winds. I'll be sad to see her disappear when it grows colder.
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Micro versus Macro

Being both a teacher and a researcher in psychology, I am often faced with the problem of using the results of a study based on the average responses of groups of people to explain the behaviour of a single person. For example, a study may have found that people are more likely to help a stranger when they are randomly assigned to an experimental condition in which they are first made sad (an actual finding, by the way!). A student hearing about this study might respond, "but I was depressed last month, and I didn't want to help anybody!" Or, I might talk about another study which found that university men were much more likely to accept an offer of free sex from an attractive researcher than were women (another actual finding, although the researchers didn't sleep with anyone!). Again, a male student might respond to this study by saying, "but I am in a committed relationship with my girlfriend, so I wouldn't want to do such a thing." In both of these examples, the one single anecdote from the student is put forward as single-handedly destroying the logical conclusions of the research. In my teaching, I try to emphasize the difference between the group-level finding and what any one individual would do, but it is still difficult for many students to comprehend this.

A similar problem goes in the other inferential direction. For example, according to a blog entry at Talking Points Memo, CNN discussed a poll last week that showed that:
Texas voters that watched the Clinton-Obama debate supported Obama by a margin of 20 points, Texas voters who followed news about the debate but didn't watch it broke even, and Texas voters who paid no attention to the debate went for Hillary by 20 points.
According to an "expert" guest on CNN, the poll's results show that:
...downscale voters look to the political process to "deliver" for them, and that's why they want specifics, and that's why they support Hillary. Upscale voters, on the other hand, want to "identify" with a candidate, and that's why they support Obama.
Note that the original polling data said nothing about the socioeconomic status of those polled.

Take another example that hits closer to home: the continued drop in home resales and prices in January. Economists are keen to say things like, "home prices haven't dropped enough yet," and "people are waiting until the prices go down further." Of course there are many reasons why people aren't buying houses, right? And, more importantly, it turns out that home prices actually increased in some parts of the U.S. Another example of this explaining a macro phenomenon with individual behaviour comes whenever the stockmarket takes a plunge: "Mr. Analyst says that people are selling out of fear that oil prices will rise next week." That's a pretty amazing statement to make when you consider that millions of people are selling shares and there are still millions of others who are buying those very shares.

So, in my first set of examples, individual (micro) behaviours are used to refute the group (macro) phenomena. In the second set, the micro behaviours are used to explain macro phenonema. We're probably comfortable making such leaps from micro to macro (and the reverse) because it's quite hard to imagine that human behaviour is determined by many, many factors. In psychology, we are more comfortable predicting behaviour on the basis of probabilities, although we are nowhere as precise as we expect the weather bureau to be.
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28 Times and Counting!

Today is the first day of classes at the University of Queensland, and the start of the academic year. The campus population has increased many times from just a few weeks ago. This morning after I dropped off Will at 9:00, I had to search hard for a parking spot that ended up being triple the distance away from where I usually park. Students are crowding the campus sidewalks so much that I was forced to walk in the street or a flower bed several times. I just tried to walk down a hallway where students were waiting to get into a lecture theatre and ended up crashing into a couple who were trying to find the right room number. But, despite their intrusion on this otherwise peaceful campus, I always enjoy the reappearance of students after the summer break. They all look so excited and especially nice (showing everyone their latest outfits), and they seem so full of hope that this will be their ideal semester, whatever that ideal is.

I started my own university studies in August 1981. I have always been on a university campus every year since, so that means this is the 28th time I have seen the beginning of another academic year. Today's first-year students were mostly born in 1990 or '91, when I was still in graduate school and the first George Bush was still the president. Time flies.
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Parliamentary Farce

There was an element of farce in the Australian parliament today, as you can see in this photo featuring a cut-out of the Prime Minister standing next to an opposition member, Joe Hockey. Under Rudd's new government, parliament is regularly meeting on Fridays for the first time, reportedly to allow the "backbenchers" to have a chance to say what's on their mind. The opposition coalition has a problem with this, as none of the government ministers, including the PM, plans to regularly attend these Friday sessions. Or, as The Australian put it:
For the first time under the Rudd Government, parliament is sitting on a Friday to allow backbenchers to speak their minds - in a day that is already being dubbed Rudd’s Day Off or RDO. But Coalition MPs are angry that Fridays have no proper votes, no question time where ministers can be grilled by the Opposition, and quorum will not be recorded.
I guess I would be upset if I were a backbencher and this was the only day that I could give a speech. These Friday meetings are sort of like the "kiddie table" at an American Thanksgiving dinner.
Still, I would have rather watched the Obama-Clinton debate on live television, rather than viewing these antics in Canberra, which will surely dominate the local news tonight.
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Frustation For Sale

Have you checked out the link to our house that's for sale back in Atlanta?  It's a very nice site, but I am open to any suggestions to improve what our realtor has done with it.  My reaction is biased. I easily get sad when I look at the pictures of various parts of the house--especially Will's room, which V. and I painted together, and the family room, where we spent many hours watching Will--first lying on his back, then crawling, and then finally walking.  We have had barely a nibble from a potential buyer in the past 12 months.  The most common complaint is that it needs extensive "updating," which we concede, but that's also why it's listed at more than $100K less than anything else in the neighborhood.  Lowering the price isn't much of an option, as we are already looking at barely paying off our mortgage if it were to sell close to the asking price.  A few of my colleagues here have suggested that we contemplate just declaring bankruptcy, especially in light of the mortgage payments we send back to the U.S. every month.  Of course, we now live in Australia, where we would be immune to the hit such an action would take on our American credit history. But that would also mean that we really couldn't move back to the States for at least seven years.  And, perhaps more importantly, I would have to get over the whole stigma attached to someone who doesn't pay off his debts.  For now, we have decided not to think about this option until September 1.  Hopefully, someone will come along and fall in love with the place the way we did.
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Bottle Opener Thongs

I am now the proud owner of bottle opener thongs. Let me explain:

We drove about 90 minutes north of Brisbane to Mooloolaba yesterday to go to Underwater World. As we passed through the Mooloolaba Wharf, I saw a sign for "bottle opener" (next line) "thongs," which I thought referred to two different items. After more than seventh months here, I now know that a necessary item of apparel for the man in Queensland is a pair of thongs ("flip-flops" for the Yanks), so I went inside looking for some. After realizing that I had fairly specific color requirements for my first pair, I settled on some brownish-coloured ones that had some extra padding on the heels. As I went to pay for them, the clerk mentioned how great these were because of the bottle openers underneath. "What?" I asked. And, sure enough, there is a bottle opener on the bottom of each thong. There were even instructions included showing some stick figures taking off their thongs to open a bottle. If you don't believe me, take a look at the picture below. This naturally begs the question, "why would I ever need two bottle openers when I'm out for a walk?"

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The No-No Song

I had a very cool music teacher when I was in the 6th grade back at Jefferson Elementary in Dixon, Illinois in 1974. Perhaps as a result of the class, music later became a big part of my extracurricular activities (e.g., playing the piano, singing in the choir, playing the clarinet in the band, acting in school musicals). I don't remember the teacher's name or what she looked like (perhaps "she" was even "he"), but I always enjoyed the weekly class because it was highly interactive and relevant. One favorite feature was that the lyrics to current radio hits would be sprawled across the front of the room on large poster paper, and the entire class would sing along with the recording. For example, I remember singing "Billy, Don't Be a Hero" by Terry Jacks and "Black Water" by the Doobie Brothers this way. But I also remember that one of our favorite songs was a hit by Ringo Starr at the time--"The No-No Song." I realized back then that there was some 'vague' reference to drugs in the song, but imagine my surprise when I listened to it today, after all these many years:
A lady that I know just came from Colombia
She smiled because I did not understand
Then she held out some marijuana, oh ho
She said it was the best in all the land

{Refrain}
And I said, "No-no-no-no, I don't smoke it no more
I'm tired of waking up on the floor
No thank you please, it only makes me sneeze
Then it makes it hard to find the door"

A woman that I know just came from Majorca, Spain
She smiled because I did not understand
Then she held out a ten pound bag of cocaine
She said it was the finest in the land

{Refrain with [sniff]}

A man I know just came from Nashville, Tennessee-o
He smiled because I did not understand
Then he held out some moonshine whiskey, oh-ho
He said it was the best in all the land

{Refrain with drink it}

{Refrain with "I can't take it no more"}
I can't imagine that an elementary school teacher could get away with something like that these days. But, then again, it does have a sort of "anti-drug" message to it, doesn't it?
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Respite

I apologise. It's been quite a while, but this entry marks the resumption of my blogging. All is well here, although V. and Will did go to bed early tonight with bad colds. The water problems of SE Queensland have eased due to lots of rain in the past month. Work is good. Our house back in Atlanta is still not sold.

By the way, tomorrow the Prime Minister of Australia will apologise too.

Did you know that respite has a very specific meaning regarding what one is resting from? According to my dictionary:

respite |ˈrespət; riˈspīt|
noun
a short period of rest or relief from something difficult or unpleasant : the refugee encampments will provide some respite from the suffering | [in sing. ] a brief respite from a dire food shortage.

Life hasn't been difficult or unpleasant. On the contrary, it's been very good. I'll tell you more about it later.
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Byron Bay

Yesterday we decided at 9 am that we needed to explore another part of the coast, so we headed south to the New South Wales border. Once we got to Tweed Heads, I saw a sign indicating that it was only another 67 km to Byron Bay, a place I knew little about, but which has been frequently recommended by friends. With both V. and Will snoring comfortably in their seats, I decided to go for it. And I'm glad I did! The drive was spectacular through verdant hills that sit below craggy mountain ranges. Byron Bay itself is gorgeous. There are mountains on one side and a peninsula topped by a beautiful lighthouse on the other. The town is full of galleries and cafés, but it didn't feel as upscale as Noosa on the Sunshine Coast in Queensland. We spent about three hours there before turning back, but we will definitely return many times. Check out our photos in the newest album in my gallery (upper right).
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King of Cool

I was finally able to manage uploading a video to YouTube today. It's one from last October, when V's friend from England, "Auntie Jules," came for a visit while I was in America. It was taken at a Coffee Club in Surfers Paradise.

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Going to the Doctor

Although we have taken our son to the doctor twice since we arrived in Australia last June, I hadn't been a patient here until this morning.  We are currently covered only by the government's Medicare program, to which every Australian resident is entitled.  This provides basic coverage for nearly everything medically necessary, as well as hospital expenses, as long as you can put up with longer wait times for some sorts of surgeries and a more limited choice of medical care.  We plan to enrol in a private supplemental plan as well, but our total health care costs will still be much lower than what we paid back in the States. 

Anyway, seeing a doctor here for something routine is much easier than what we faced back in Atlanta.  I needed a general check-up, and a particular prescription refilled, so we called on Wednesday to the clinic where my son has been to schedule an appointment.  It turned out that all sorts of appointments were available that afternoon, the next day, and today, so we picked one that was easy for me this morning.  Back in the States, I might have waited 4-6 weeks before I could see my physician for a similar visit.  When I showed up to the clinic, I filled out a brief health history and showed the receptionist my Medicare card.  I was charged $62 for the visit because that clinic charges "private" fees, but we will get about half of that reimbursed from the local Medicare office.  While I waited in the reception, I noticed that an assistant was putting a sign outside on the sidewalk announcing "Doctor Open." I can't remember a time when I saw a physician trying to snag passers-by in the U.S.

The doctor, who also sees my son because pediatricians are more of a speciality here, was quite nice and generally thorough. He asked me a few questions, took my blood pressure, and gave me a referral sheet so that I can get lab tests done and a new prescription for my old complaint.  I didn't have to wait in a tiny room before seeing him, and he wasn't more than 5 minutes late for the appointment.  He told me that I didn't need a prostate exam until I was 50 (they start at 40 y.o. back in the States), but I had one just over a year ago anyway.  There was no other physical exam.  I didn't feel rushed, but the appointment was over in about 10 minutes.

I immediately crossed the street to a chemist at the corner and got my prescription filled in five minutes (again, at heavily subsided price because of the Medicare coverage).  I can get my lab tests done any morning without an appointment at a place near our home--again, paid for by Medicare.

In sum, it feels so much easier to get proper medical treatment here.  My comparison, of course, is to what we had in Atlanta, so it could be just as easy in other parts of America or the rest of the world.  V. has remarked that the doctors here aren't as thorough as their counterparts in the States, but she thinks that's because they aren't as concerned about medico-legal liability here.  If the U.S. is looking for some new ideas about how to get universal health coverage, I recommend that the next administration consider what Australia is providing with Medicare.  There are some definite problems here, but they mostly have to do with a critical shortage of doctors and nurses as a result of overly restrictive university admissions about a decade ago.  I, for one, am a happy, healthy camper.
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I Think It's Rather Exciting Here

From weatherzone.com.au, my main source of weather information, comes today's and tomorrow's forecast for Brisbane:
Dull with a little rain, moderate to fresh SE winds.
I beg your pardon?
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A Granny in Jamaica

Some sad news for those of you who know my wife, V. Her grandmother died on Christmas Day. She would have turned 97 next month. Because it's nearly impossible for V. to attend the memorial service in Jamaica (one of the problems of living in Australia), she wrote a few words that her brother will read aloud at the service. They appear below this picture of V. and her grandmother.
Grandma, as I knew her, seemed to be a bundle of contradictions. She was at once fierce and gently loving, spirited and laid back, enthralled with education and learning but also more interested in playing bridge than reading, both worldly and a homebody, accepting of others' shortcomings and yet quick to judge, hopeful and pessimistic, just as comfortable in fine clothes, well-presented as in old shorts and a worn top. She was NOT the type of granny of the picture books, in a rocking chair, wispy white hair, reserved, deferential, knitting. She was a character, given to dramatic turns of phrase and larger than life, more likely to be working with a machete in the bush with the men and talking loudly whilst making deals on cows and land. It is remarkable how much influence she has had in my life given the few short years she took care of me, the distance between us and all too infrequent visits through my childhood and adulthood. I attribute this to her larger than life, gregarious personality- .She provided such an important part of the foundation to my sense of self and inner world, for which I shall always be grateful. She taught me to read, to persist, to grab life by the horns and wrestle it. She was a woman before her time - born in the early years of the 20th century, she lived boldly- her version of feminism, self- belief and conviction. The legacy she left me was built more on a hearty cackle than a quiet chuckle.
I can easily capture memories of her through the years. Grandma at the sewing machine in the pink room praising me for threading a needle, proudly wearing the latest fashion and smoothing down her hair, talking Jamaican politics and avidly reading the Gleaner, listening to the cricket on the radio, inadvertently sitting on her glasses, which had just been purchased, explaining how childbirth was a series of ripples in a pool, carefully choosing a ring with me and mum for my graduation from high school, sharing bridge techniques and recounting stories at high velocity. More recently at her 90th birthday, she hosted a party for 20 people chatting with everyone with great verve and I have a photo of her laying on the bed- with her legs stretched up above her head, touching her toes. She was as I said remarkable, not an average granny at all.
She would say of anyone who outlived all her peers, "that would be lonely and pitiful....let them go for heaven's sake." I'm sure she would have seen her passing as a merciful release to allow her to join the plentiful people she left such an impression on over the years and especially her own mother. I hope she knew just how much of her lives on in us. As I watch her great grandchild William play in the warm climate of Australia, palm trees and bougainvillea in a tropical land faraway, I can so easily feel her presence in me as I try a build on the foundation she gave to me in the next generation.
Quite simply, I always felt she loved me and I loved her. I will miss her but feel like she has always been close to my heart despite the distance between our lives.
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I Miss Our Cats


 The unknown creator of this video definitely knows cats.
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A Walk in the Rainforest


The Trail
Originally uploaded by The Prof
Between the rain showers, we managed to drive up to Maleny last Saturday. Maleny is a small town that sits atop the Blackall Range, with excellent views of the Sunshine Coast and the Glass House Mountains. Because of the much heavier rainfalls that it receives, the entire area is a brilliant green right now, with rolling hills speckled with grazing cows and horses. We drove along the winding road to the Baroon Pocket Dam in beautiful surroundings similar to pastoral England. The highlight of our little trip was going to the Mary Cairncross Reserve, which contains one of "the best remaining subtropical rainforests in Australia." Will had an excellent time running along the approximately 2 km trek through thickets of strangling fig trees, ferns, and gums. At the end of the walk we looked out over the Glass House Mountains. We later found a man selling avocados from the trees in his yard. It was all so perfect!

Click here to see more of the trip.
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Happy New Year!

I’ve discovered that I need a routine. During the past week or so, our sleeping habits have gotten all out of whack. We haven’t been able to shop at the normal times. We haven’t seen anyone else. And I haven’t been blogging. Tomorrow I return to a nearly normal schedule, so perhaps finally I will be able to resume my regular blogging (and reading others’ blogs).

New Year’s Eve was quiet, but noisy. Australians seem especially crazy about big fireworks displays. We had the huge Riverfire display in Brisbane back in September. Then there were Christmas fireworks that lasted several nights. And last night there was a display at 9:00 (the family show) and another at midnight. We can see all these displays quite well from our upstairs veranda, so that’s where I was last night. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much of a build up on the television networks for the midnight countdown. Here in Queensland they showed us the Sydney and Melbourne displays on tape delay (they have D.S.T. down there). Will and V. somehow slept through all the noise, including the loud shouts from the party next door.

Oh, since I have become a self-designated Master Water Watcher, I should let you know that we have had showers nearly every day for a week, and they are forecast to continue for yet another. We may finally get some relief from the drought.
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Cheap VR

Excuse me, but I'm having a super geek moment. One of the research methods that I use is a head-mounted virtual reality device, which allows the research participant to move around a virtual environment that can be controlled by the experimenter. I'm currently using a borrowed, low-cost version for my purposes, but I plan to get something really nice in the next year. The problem: the price tag is at least USD $30,000. Imagine my excitement then, when I saw this video, which shows how a beginner VR system can be concocted from a Wii game system:

You can check out the rest of Johnny Chung Lee's Wii remote projects here. Johnny Lee is my hero!
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Merry Christmas!

I'm sorry about my absence from the blogosphere. I promise to make amends later in the week. All is well here. Somehow Santa arrived even though we don't have a chimney. Maybe it's because Will was able to make a special request at the Indooropilly Shopping Centre:
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Denial: It's Not a River

At long last, SE Queensland has been getting some very good rainfalls this week.  There's a vibrant green everywhere, which I have never seen before in my previous wintertime visits to Brisbane.  Still, the drought continues because we are still woefully down on the annual rainfall total, which has been the case for several years.  I find the graph below, which is updated every day, especially scary.  The dams represented here comprise the major water supply for the Brisbane metropolitan area.  The largest dam is Wivenhoe, which is at less than 16% capacity.  Somerset is at 35% capacity, but it is a much smaller reservoir.  
Note that the black line, which represents the total system capacity, hasn't been above 30% capacity for 18 months.  Even with the recent rainfall, there hasn't been much of an increase above 20% in the last six months.   I find numbers very convincing.  As the experts keep saying, unless we get a weather event equivalent to a cyclone, with heavy rains in the catchment areas that last for several days, we aren't going to see those lines going back up anytime soon.  By the way, this information is freely available and publicly repeated nearly every day.

Thus, reading the following comments from the Courier-Mail web site left me stymied.  How can anyone think that this 'drought' is actually some sort of government conspiracy to increase revenue?  Why do some people have such a difficult time understanding that there are always limitations to our natural resources?  And, if you live on the driest continent on the planet, how can you not think that we have to be particularly careful about our use of water?  A few examples of The Denial:
  • though that this was supposed to be all taken care of after the 1974 flooding so we don't have this risk anymore? while i love the fact that we are getting the rain is the local government infrustructer really up to the weather we are about to be facing over this year and next? the state take over of the watter supply is not going to change anything and i think even if we got all the dames full they would try to take us all up to level 7 or 8 watter restrictions... they ate now seeing that there is money in watter and in fines and while they are the government they know they can do what ever they like and every1 eats must play along. after all last time the dames got 3 months i think it was instead of keeping to the old planed time table for the higher restrictions they moved it flowered i mean really how much of a mushroom are we in Queensland? and how much longer are the government going to be feeding u crap for!!!  Posted by: Mark Brown 12:52am today
  • an independent surveyor should be engaged to tell us exactly how much water is in our dams, as i dont belive the crap the government and media reports on a daly basis, and i agree with mark brown the government will tell us lies for as long as possible to extract every last cent out of us to pay for there billion dollar blow out of the water grid,  Posted by: global warming my ar@# of qld 7:29am today
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Home

I have started a photo album of pictures of our home and the immediate neighborhood. You can find the link under "My Photo Gallery" or you can click here. We live in Toowong, which is one of the suburbs that make up Greater Brisbane. We are very close to the city centre (about 3 miles/4.8 km), and even closer to my work (1.5 miles/2.4 km). Toowong is great for public transit because there is a major train station, a major bus junction, and a ferry stop here. There is also a sizable shopping and restaurant district about two blocks from our place. The neighborhood is made up of mostly large apartment and condo complexes, and is heavily populated by university students. Now that we're in the summer holiday period, the place is almost a ghost town. I'll post some more pictures from our place once we finally get rid of the boxes on our upstairs veranda (4 months late).
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