Statsblogging

My stats professor is a character.  I don't know exactly what sort of person I expected to be drawn to a quantitative psychology professorship, but I wasn't expecting the sort of person who knits himself enormous emerald and purple striped sweaters.  Or the sort of person who would answer his own question ("Why shouldn't we decide after the fact whether to use a one- or two-tailed hypothesis test?") by wheeling around and announcing fiercely, "Because if we do we'll rot in hell!"  Or the sort of person who would lay his hand on his heart and say, "The central limit theorem is a precious, precious gift."

I wonder what sort of midterm that sort of stats professor will give -- he announced today that it will be next Tuesday.  I haven't taken a midterm since 1994.  Eek.

I gave Pete a cracker and the tub of Rondele to dip it in while I wrote this post.  Maybe that wasn't the best idea I ever had.  Oh, argh, I was going to post a picture but the camera and the computer aren't on speaking terms at the moment.  You'll have to imagine the Rondele wreckage until I can arrange a rapprochement.  Which won't be until after I get the toddler and his high chair cleaned up, and the 4yo's urgent neeeed for a Lego-building partner satisfied.

UPDATE:  Only minimal camera-computer diplomacy was required.

Comments

[Moxie]

He is beyond cute! And our boys still have the same hair.

[liz]

Oh how delicious!

[mary]

Clearly the stats professors are a unique sort. Mine told us stories about how he used to time his reflexes with a stopwatch and run statistics on how fast he was. He did not, however, knit large unmatching sweaters.

LOVE the picture. Rondele carnage!!!

[Elizabeth]

Great picture!

I think my Stats proffessor was fairly normal. The genetics proffessor, on the other hand...

[clearlydistracted]

Um, what kind of magical outfit is that that none of the mess gets on it?