Showing posts with label random order. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random order. Show all posts

Friday, 5 July 2013

Representative samples, Generalisations, Populations and Property attribution

This is a reply to a reply to my reply to a post by +Daniel Simons 

What is described as examples of generalisation problems, are problems that occur when a sample is not representative of the population in which you expected to observe a phenomenon, or variable, or trait. In general, it is the phenomenon predicted by a theory or hypothesis that determines what the population is. That's because the population you sample from, is a theoretical construct, a mathematical model whose parameters you are going to estimate  (e.g., Fiedler & Juslin, 2006). The parameters define a probability distribution of values around the true value of the predicted population trait. Therefore, the population is always defined as the ensemble in which the true value of the trait can be observed as the outcomes of a measurement procedure.

(you remember I don't believe in true scores right?)


If the phenomenon of “racial bias” is operationalised in a specific culture, it is likely the racial bias theory used will tell a researcher to select stimuli capable of measuring bias in that culture. Still, one would generalise the results to a population in which racial bias is an observable phenomenon in principle. Unless of course this theory can only predict a very specific bias, in a very specific culture. I am not an expert, but cannot believe every culture needs its own personal racial bias theory.

The same way, if a researcher is only interested in discrimination between the colours red and green, then results do not generalise to a population that includes people with Deuteranopia, but that is also specified by the sentence: "capable of performing the task", which is the same as "a population in which the phenomenon may be observed.

If you use the red-green discrimination experiment as a measurement procedure in a sample that is not representative of a population in which the phenomenon may be observed (e.g., many participants with Deuteranopia), it would be wrong to conclude humans in general cannot discriminate between the two colours, but the cause is not the measurement procedure, the predictions, or the theory that prompted the predictions and measurement procedure. It’s a problem of representativity of the sample.

If one is truly concerned about representation, the proper thing to do in my opinion is a replication of the results in a representative sample, which is not as convenient as convenience sampling, but still much more convenient than building a Large Hadron Collider or sending satellites out into space in order to observe phenomena. Therefore, a smart journalist who would read a generalisation warning on a paper, about a very general human quality such as  emotion, attention, stress, anxiety or happiness influencing some decision, judgement, performance or overt behaviour, should ask: "But why didn’t you bother to measure your variables in a representative sample?"

(The point I actually wanted to make was)

If you operationalise the phenomenon colour discrimination as an object of measurement that is observable as a summary statistic at the level of the sample (a latent trait or variable), you actually predicted a population in which colour discrimination may be observed, from which you sample. You hope to have sampled enough of the population property to indeed observe it at the level of the sample. Our models do not allow (an easy way) back from predicted/inferred trait of the population, to the specific characteristics of an individual in that population, or: "anyone with normal colour perception" (e.g., Borsboom et al., (2003); Ellis et al, 1993).

That's when all the assumptions of our measurement theory and rules of inference apply, when we introduce emergence, violation of the ergodic principle, etc., property attribution based on measurement outcomes becomes even more problematic: Temperature exists as a property of ensembles of particles, but a single individual particle cannot be attributed the property "temperature". There is a theory though that links particle mechanics to ensemble dynamics (thermodynamics) which is called statistical mechanics. It also contains the word statistical, but the analogy should probably end there: The techniques for inductive inference we use in psychology, can only generalise to population parameters and they do so in a very straightforward way (theory of measurement error).

(Should I mention our model of nested scales of constraint and my position on inferring scaling phenomena? ...nah... some other time)

Borsboom, D., Mellenbergh, G. J., & Van Heerden, J. (2003). The theoretical status of latent variables. Psychological Review110(2), 203–219. doi:10.1037/0033-295X.110.2.203
Ellis, J. L., & Wollenberg, A. L. (1993). Local homogeneity in latent trait models. A characterization of the homogeneous monotone irt model. Psychometrika58(3), 417–429. doi:10.1007/BF02294649
Fiedler, K., & Juslin, P. (2006). Information Sampling and Adaptive Cognition.

Tuesday, 18 June 2013

Chaos Iguana - Music from Maths (the logistic map in the chaotic regime)



This is what the logistic map sounds like in the chaotic regime.
Well, after you map the continuous outcomes to the chromatic scale.

A little ditty I dreamed up while I was Mr. Botak  (Guess I still am, Botak means bald in Bahasa Indonesia) for the occasion of the inauguration of a dynamical professor.

Also a tribute to a great monologue by Speed Levitch in Waking Life and a great poem by Lorca

"It looks random, but it is not"

(Edward Lorenz in the Essence of Chaos described deterministic chaos and similar phenomena as "Things that look random, but are not")





Thursday, 16 September 2010

day 12: Origins #2 – Lost Archetypes, Fading Shamans and Unfinished Labyrinths



Part #2

Chilly Interlude


After that we changed our name to Chill.

Musically the best period.
All jammed, improvised and structured in the moment.
Sentient Chaos and Random Order indeed!

But no more additions to the Confessions trilogy.

Koen had already moved to SF.
Bjorn to LA, but you know that already.
Michiel to Joop van de Ende.

The 01/03 - Unsolved Labyrinth - version


Then Auracle happened...

Which was Mythica at first, but Epica beat us to it and so we came up with a way cooler name. They were Fortuyn-enthusiasts from Limburg, at least some of them were and probably voted Wilders in the last election, so who cares what they have to say. Write about the wise and rich Islamic culture for a change ;-) I was also enthusiastic about Fortuyn as a debater and would have loved to see him shake hands with Bush, but would never have voted for him and really wish he were here right now instead of the new guy.

And Joris created the best version of confessions yet. The lyrics which now also included part of “All in a day’s Dream” and stage two as well were changed a bit to accommodate the new music.

Eventually ex-Scrythe/Chill drummer and good friend and the one who’s girlfriend’s brother Hank.... well you know that story, Marco joined the band.
He lives in Norway now.

Amazing... when I type in “Confessions of a Demi-God” in google you get to the strangest pages. With Torrents, Rapidshare links, wow! I love it. Very good reviews as well (90/100), also of the follow up (88/100). Even to pages with full info on our demo’s that I don’t even posses anymore (certainly forgot about all the details like the year):

Mythica - Confessions of a Demi-God (2003) - Rating: 9.4 / 10
Auracle - Crystal Lies (2005) - Rating - 9.6 / 10

It says in Spanish: “Here I present you another band, they only have two demos. How I would love it if they would make an album... If you want to hear a very beautiful song by them (which is not encountered on the demos) go here... Enjoy :)” It links to a dead youtube vid.

Yes, we had a fully recorded album, just some vocals missing. It sort of disintegrated as bands so often do.

I don’t really care whether I should or shouldn’t, here’s a snapshot of something that could have been popular at least in some spanish and german speaking countries :)

[caption id="attachment_325" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Auracle"]Auracle[/caption]

[audio:Confessions of a Demi-God.mp3]

Oh, right, for those of you who didn’t know...

I traded my guitar for bass-hide.

Better match.

So, press play and read.
Great performance!

Confessions of a Demi-God


And of all the voices I had ever heard,


this voice was the softest,
the deepest and the most frightening one. Then he took a piece of my brain
and as he slowly merged
with the dark surroundings
he said: "You won't be needing this." Overt and blurred
The race for time begins now!
Naked and hurt
I breathe life! Silent, unstirred
The virgin universe cries
Forced to compel
Infinity! -
Systems within systems
So relieved to have found the shores of reason
The burning dream I left behind
A testimony to my treason
- Wild guesses, my new vessels
Across the planes of panic
Beware of the two-faced trespassers
Their touch will leave you frantic The attempted blend with reality
Left me blind to the light of relativity
Crippled, in a way, I seek my refuge
To keep me from collapsing in continuity Systems within systems
I release the firm hold
And dive into a free-fall
Of distance through cold Reach for my land
Intangible leash
Can’t be set free! Somewhere between stimulus and response Tempt me all you like There is just one way Out of this apocalypse Strife drowns my pride Forget
Reject
Relay
The will to crave [new “lyrics”] I can see you
I can hear you
I can feel you

[formerly known as: stage two with lots of new stuff] So I was wrong to believe in the absence of structure,
never claimed to be a soulless one,
I found that chaos speaks to us through order, Mastering the flow of reality
Blinded by the light of causality
Precognition?
In a way
I saw my fate re-designed and of all the places I had ever searched,
this place was the strangest,
the gravest and most mysterious one This is the evil playground,
the factory of lies,
built in the city
where truth was born. Overt and blurred
The race for time begins now!
Naked and hurt
I breathe life! Silent, unstirred
The virgin universe cries
Forced to compel
Infinity! Oh no!
Not again,
Not now
Recounting my years in captivity,
Twenty-one and some,
A raid of ego to bind the last to the least,
The anguish arrives!
Here it comes!
HERE I GO!

 

From Lost to Last


My guess is that the Spanish he or she is talking about the “Last Avatar” video recorded at the Mezz, which happens to be the last song lyric I wrote about 4-6 years ago. And ehh, I can’t find it. Don’t have a digital version. The lyrics actually reflect most of what I would have liked stage: free to be. Oh well.

I found some other, ancient scribblings for that part however:

Confusions of a semi-God


Stage: Free


The Lost Archetype


i - East, West, where’s my Quest?


Walking the path of virtue with no concern for the truth,
I roam the eastern hemisphere in search of a long lost (hidden) youth.
Trying to forget analysis, without losing sight for facts,
I crave for western atmosphere on the verge of an ancient arcane act.


ii - The Void (Reductio ad infinitum)


I am here, the space between matter,
I realise what I found and relapse in confusion,
So I was wrong to believe in the absence of structure


Like coincidence, it is in the mind,
It’s here, even inside this void,
A hint of evolution?
Or a fragment of infinity?
Or maybe it's just me.......


iii - The Lost Archetype (Reductio ad absurdum)


To wonder "What if?", a waste of precious time,
And time is still my cage
Forever trapped inside it's invisible walls
I am a prisoner in uproar


My futile conquest of relativity
Had reduced me to an absurdity
Strengthened in a way, mind and body aligned
I saw my fate redesigned


iv - The Master will be proud (Or: Can I have that piece of brain back now?)


I was reborn from the ashes of deceit,
Hope was regrown in the gardens of sleep.
As for you, the ghost of agonies' past,
I will exorcize you, and you will not be the last.


I think parts of this have been used for the most amazing never performed or finished Auracle song called “Perpetual Requiem”

Maybe it’s not a coincidence I stopped writing lyrics after Auracle.
Back to making music...

With Hoer, Xtort and as Mr. Botak

Very nice but... not live enough for me

Now I met these two guys who have their controls set for the centre of the galaxy where the supermassive black holes reside

We are not bothered by any ambition or neatly polished songstructures



Here’s a few tastes, it’s all improv.... jamming again you know, you know mon?
ya’man... 2 mics and 1-take and 1-track mono recordings this time

tørdsåls:
[audio:tordsalsa.mp3]

d-låid:
[audio:d-laid-3.mov]

 

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“Hey, en als je hem kent mag je meezingen he!”

[audio:Auracle live @ popei 07 - Confessions of a demi god-6.mov]

Auracle @ POPei
Some links:






 

 

 


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Wednesday, 8 September 2010

day 5: f.i.t Disk

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When I saw the F.I.T Mobile Mixer link pop up in google, I immediately thought someone had made a cool iPhone app to mix some tunes, an Ableton-like app or something.

Well.

It wasn’t

Apparently there is a great need among bodybuilders to create “smoothly mixed protein shakes” when there is no socket in the vicinity or while moving around a lot.

It is “A Portable And Lightweight Mixer For Protein Powders And More!” (Nudge nudge, wink wink, know what I mean? )

Here’s the most hilarious part:

“F.I.T. specializes in making mobile drink mixers. All of our products are durable, portable, and lightweight.”

You can specialize in anything of course and I commend the company for finding this niche in the market, but isn’t it kind of weird to promote your product to bodybuilders as being lightweight?

Nice.

Tuesday, 7 September 2010

day 3: Where is fred? (Or: what’s in a name, place, race, religion orpuppy?)


Fred as a puppy
Fred as a puppy



Noey calls this a “when you were a puppy” photo.
That’s the puppy-me (Frederik Willem Hasselman) on my fathers lap (Frederik Marie Hasselman). His name was Fred too.


My brother (Dirk Catharinus Johannes Hasselman) is in my grandmothers arms (Edith Ethel Hasselman - von der Pfordten). She was Bavarian nobility and died in 1979 at the age of 90. She was a Sufi. I guess this photograph dates back to 1975 or early1976, because my sister (Edith Olpha Catharina Dorand - Hasselman) was not born yet. Olpha is the name of my fathers first wife (Oplha Helene Lauten) who died of cancer, like my father eventually would. Catharina is the name of mother Ine (Catharina Maria Josefa van Barschot), who gave birth to me a year after she married my much older father, who married her a year after Olpha died. Catherinus Johannes (whom my brother was named after) was my grandfather (Catherinus Johannes Hasselman) who apparently died as a result of being weakened by the “hongerwinter” in Haarlem exactly one month after the Netherlands were liberated.


Hasselman family in Glugur
"Grandmother(left) and Grandfather(right) Hasselman in Glugur Indonesia"


My uncle Jack (also Catherinus Johannes Hasselman), my father, Olpha, my grandmother... they were all in Sumatera, Indonesia when the Japanese invaded. They were all sent to (seperate) civilian camps, except for my uncle Jack who was a soldier at the time, so he was sent to Burma to work on the infamous railway. I’m not sure where the other children were at that time (Charles, Dick and aunt Edith). Jack died recently at the age 92. He would not have allowed me to use the word Japanese, it’s “de Jap” and nothing else. He didn’t think Thailand was a place to spend a vacation and when I mentioned I had to take pills against Malaria he said he had suffered from Malaria 7 times and was still around. I guess that’s how you survive such an ordeal and reach an age of 92, still driving around, painting nudes that sell for 500 euros and basically dying because he could no longer take care of himself anymore after he became immobile. According to himself, he survived because he ate fresh lomboks in the Jungle and the British just wanted chocolate and cigarettes. No, he didn’t speak much about it.

He wasn’t pleased however when not long after 1945, just after having survived Burma, he was called for duty to go back to Indonesia and take part in the infamous “politionele acties”. Family history says my grandmother sent a letter to the Queen asking for my uncle to be relieved of duty. The latter is what happened, the first I can’t confirm. “Vadertje Drees” was also something you would not day when around my uncle.

In the 1950s my father moved to Japan with Olpha. To work there. For the Japanese. Yes... In Japan... ehh... I don’t know... My mother says he said something about not being able to hold a grudge forever. No, he didn’t speak much about it. The grudge and  such.

Later he moved to Australia and Brazil where he worked for a toy factory. My uncle Jack never held his moving to Japan against my father and was apparently very close to him. When I last spoke to my uncle he told me my father wasn’t the strongest of the brothers, but could win any fight, partly because he was his mother’s favourite, but mostly because he was “Very sharp... with his tongue”. Apparently he inherited this from his grandfather (Charles Albert von der Pfordten) whom he described as “a great Malteser”.

Which could mean a large version of a usually small lion-like dog or a chocolate sweet.

Well, it is the guy sitting on the bench, with the mustache. Somehow I can see what he was trying to express.


Charles Albert von der Pfordten Family
Great-grand family von der Pfordten


Behind him is Fred (Frederick von der Pfordten),

the brother of my grandmother. I was named after him. Or after my father, who was named after him as well. Let’s just say I inherited some of his good looks :)

Where is Fred?

He went to India and was never heard of again.

So said my grandmother.


My cousin Margaret who lives in NY (Mary Margaret Hasselman) told me once she used to be afraid of my grandmother as a child because she was performing strange Sufi rituals all the time. I just remember boterbabbelaars.
She was much older when I was just a child.


grandmother sufi
Grandma

Searching for Fred I did find a Frederick George von der Pfordten on the web. It was how I got to the site of Eddee. This Fred was my great-grandfathers brother and one of his children Arthur Reginald von der Pfordten who converted to Islam, was a Japanese POW during WW II and the grandfather of Eddee von der Pfordten who lives in Kuala Lumpur, whom I thank for his site and research!


Baron Freiherr von der Pfordten
Baron Freiherr von der Pfordten


Amazing.

We have the same great-great-grandfather: Baron Karl Ludwig Heinrich Freiherr von der Pfordten, professor of Law in Würzburg and Leipzig, minister of culture and foreign minister of Sächsen, foreign minister and two times prime minister of Bavaria:

First time (1849-1859) he resigned because his attempt to create a “third power” between Austria and Prussia failed. He was reinstated by Ludwig II (yeah he was funny in the head) in 1864 and resigned again in 1866 when the Austro-Prussian war was lost. The family was then “kicked out” by Bismarck as the family story goes. I guess they just fled because of the Kaisersbrief and the coming of the first German Reich. (Back) to Maltathat is, where he was a consul to Bavaria and Hanover.

Baron Karl apparently was also controversial in that he played an important role in the acceptance of a bill that gave more rights to Jews in Bavaria. The sharp tongue must have been present then as well:


Speech by Great-great-grandfather
Speech by great-great-grandfather prof.dr.jur. Baron Freiherr von der Pfrodten


I can’t relate another vdP to Ludwig, but there is also a Theodor von der Pfordten, a Bavarian who participated and died in something called the Hitlerputsch (coup) of 1923. Quite the opposite opinion I would say.

That happens a lot in these families. If you look at the family crests:


Hasselman
Hasselman
The crescent moons mean they participated in one of the crusades. That was against islam, yes. Yet my grandmother was -and a whole new branch of the family are- muslim.


von der Pfordten
von der Pfordten




I think that’s great! Just wait a couple of centuries and we’ll all change our minds again.


Why Malta? I wonder if it has something to do with this special category in the Malta Genealogy site: Crusade Families




The links to the Hasselman geneology are all from Fred A. Hasselman’s (unrelated) site, but originate from het Nederlands Patriciaat (Hasselman, Betuwe tak). A booklet of genealogies maintained by the Dutch state of families which have played an important role over a period of 150 years in Dutch society: Science, Politics, Culture.


Hendrik Dirk Stephaan Hasselman (www.oranjehotel.org)

There are the Hasselman ministers of Colonies or my grandfather’s brother (General-Major Hendrik Dirk Stephaan Hasselman) who was a member of the stijkelgroep but was arrested and executed in WW II, or the fact that the family used to own a large part of the Grachtengordel in Amsterdam a very long time ago and there were mayors of towns like Tiel and such. I’m in also in the book, so is Fred and Fred as well.


BRP Hasselman major of Tiel


My father was asked by the Bavarian government to take over my grandmothers title when she died, but he didn’t. I guess it’s the same with titles as with grudges: You can’t hold them forever.
A new Hasselman puppy was recently born, Finn. Uncle times 5 now!

Let’s see if we’ll make the Dutch Patricians the next 150 years as well. At least we have some stories to tell about his ancestors.


Anyway, I’m very glad that should we move to Millingen a/d Rijn, I can say my grandmother was from Duffelward (mother’s side: Willems) and my grandfather (mother’s side: Willem Cornelis van Barschot, that’s where the Willem comes from) from Groesbeek. No coats of arms, no patricians, no titles, but a hell of a good taste for picking a place to live. I also would have loved to learn from them about farming and keeping livestock.

I’m still right here.
In case you were wondering :)

Sunday, 5 September 2010

day 2: The snail And the butterfly

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Thank you all for your support!

Many have asked how the snail is doing and I’m pleased to say that the chickens aren’t hungry anymore.

The butterfly caused a storm in the glass of Grog I prepared for it. Apparently it worked because I haven’t seen it since.

I came up with a layout using InDesign:

Most people would do this at the end, or just not at all...
For me it’s a start!

Saturday, 4 September 2010

Motorlove

[caption id="attachment_182" align="alignleft" width="420" caption="Motor Love"]MotorLove[/caption]

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yep...

That’s why

I do...

(no not you Dave, I’m sorry, though I appreciate the pose)

Monday, 22 March 2010

Friday, 25 December 2009

Vacation @ Schiphol day 3: The birthday bash

Ok, now our flight is planned to leave at: 0:01 december 26th.
Let's hope that will be te last change in the schedule.

Here's day 3:



Inter-Noey



Coffee overload



Birthday cake alternative



Rebel Stone



Reflection



Oh yeah, I can make pano's now, it's not a beach :)

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Thursday, 24 December 2009

Vacation @ Schiphol part 2: The return of the the son of the evil twin of day 1

So here's the story: "Our" plane hit a luggage cart which was parked in the wrong place which tore up the
casing of one engine. Since it's Christmas there are no:
- Spare parts at Amsterdam
- Spare planes
- Spare crews
- Spare seats with other airliners

So we're resceduled to fly fridaynight @ 22:00 (if repairs go well they're flying in a new casing and a tech-team from Kuala Lumpur)

Anyways... here's day 2 of our vacation @ Schiphol:



Coffee again....



Luckily Hilde was moving to Amsterdam today... Jay!
We had some spare hours to kill :)



When I say Amsterdam I mean Amsterdam Grachtengordel!
Nice view from the roof terrace :)



Relaxing....



:)



More relaxing, they have our favoroutie beer so could have been worse



btw... we were also able to delay our return!




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Wednesday, 23 December 2009

Vacation @ Schiphol

Well, you know that story about that plane we needed to catch today?

It didn't go :(

Technical probs, we still don't know when we will depart.

Luckily they put us in a four star hotel with pool and sauna...

So here's an impression of our vacation @ schiphol:



Vacation @ Schiphol



Stranded Lunch



Voucher says: Mr / Mrs Stranded



Accidental foot picture shot through glass table... no we're not bored :)

Music: Marillion - hotel hobbies

Hotel hobbies padding dawns cobbled corridors

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Sunday, 20 December 2009

Snowfever

Someone suggested (online) to have a snow fight @ keizer karel plein @ six...
The word apparently spread and a large crowd was ready for snow armageddon!

Friday, 27 November 2009

Long day

These seats are staring at me...
(On my way back after along day)



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Saturday, 7 November 2009

Ducky-Dons

You don't wanna know...

So I'm gonna tell you anyway:

Today we bought a new bed! My back and neck didn't agree with the architecture of Noey's current bed.

Complementary was a pillow... I went for the Ducky-dons triplo red


Sorry
duckies
sorry...