Saturday, 17 June 2017
Use it or lose it
One of the things that neurologists are discovering is that the doors of perception need to be opened and closed, and frequently oiled, if they are to develop and retain utility. The brain is plastic and there are many potential calls on a neuron. After a stroke, you may laboriously recover the use of your limbs and the power of speech by re-purposing and recruiting other neurons to filfill the functions ablated by the ischemic event. If you are born without eyeballs then the part of your brain destined to become your visual cortex is effectively snapped up by other functions and put to good use. This is an argument for embracing hearing-aids - to stop the auditory cortex closing shop altogether. If you don't use your hands to carry out finely dextrous tasks then your don't get to keep the motor neurons and that may have negative impact on your general cognitive development.
When I was growing up we played with wooden cotton reels, saucepan lids and sticks, It was like reading the book rather than watching the film of the book. Our imagination filled in the bits between saucepan lid and shield; between Lego and Bridge of the River Kwai; between a plastic airplane and Dresden Valentine's Day 1945. Children then lived in their heads and could subvert efforts to make them play in particular ways - as exposed by Saki's story The Toys of Peace. The youth of today have no patience with wooden blocks or cardboard boxes because they have Lara Croft [bloboprev] to steer through somebody else's imagination. David Gaul and his boss Johann Issartel at Dublin City University have got some data [PMID 26735589] on how the modern world may be turning the digital generation into blobs unable to zip up their own coats or pick their own noses because the only fine motor skill FMS they can carry out is a swipe or a tap.
Next time you see someone tying the shoe-laces just look at the task sequence required: it's a wonder that we can carry it off at all and I know my twin sister had to do this for me when we first went to primary school. Gaul and Issartel measured 250 kids divided between 2nd, 4th and 6th classes = aged 7, 9 and 11 and found that they got better at a standard set of motor coordination tasks as they grew up. That's good, you'd hope the young shavers were learning something over those 5 years.
Key: fine motor precision (FMP), fine motor integration (FMI), manual dexterity (MD) and upper-limb coordination (ULC). The bars are mean and std.dev. for 2nd, 4th and 6th class. Quite a lot of variation there. But concern developed when they compared the skills to the normal average for children of the same age:
Key: [annoyingly different from the tasks in Fig 2 above] fine manual control (FMC) and manual coordination (MC) units and Total Fine Motor Composite (TFMC). You can see that 2nd class students start off close to the average [the 50 line] but steadily fall behind 'normal' as they grow up. David Gaul was on the wireless the other day and he suggested this increasing deficit was a) disturbing and b) possibly due to the swipiness of the youngsters environment decreasing their capacity to do up a button let alone sew another one on when they oafishly rip the original one off trying to force it through the wrong button hole [I paraphrase!]. Skeptics among you will note that the error bars are all large and comfortably embrace the 50%=normal point on the standard score axis. Trouble with social science and medical experiments is that it takes yonks to gather up any kind of sample at all at all and even then it may not be statistically robust. The blue 2nd years are different people to the green 6th years and the difference in the means may be a statistical artifact. I hope that the authors aren't going to park the project having gotten this publication out because there is a longitudinal study crying out to be done: same kids tested at two year intervals. And of course, we need someone from Montpellier or Bordeaux to replicate the study in French schools. And a control set of home-educating children to see if school is sapping the will to live of the children who are ground through that inexorable mill. This reminds me of another place where the external environment impinges disastrously on neuro-musculat development - the myopia epidemic driven by the absence of sunlight.
Wednesday, 27 August 2025
Hilbert's hOYOtel
We were down in SW England last week distributing, on the turning tide, the final ashy remains of my departed mother. She died in Jan 2020 just before Coronarama shut everything down for a couple of years, so it was only now that her descendants could get closure in an off-shore breeze. Team Ireland [self, Dau.I and Dau.II] flew in Monday evening and out again Wednesday morning, leaving all Tuesday for the obsequial logistics. That required two nights in a hotel and there is a convenient OYO establishment just downhill from The Boy's gaff, so he booked us two rooms for two nights there.
OYO is [comparatively] cheap because they run a tight ship: turning over a lot of the work to software. Because an app, once written and debugged, doesn't require a salary, holiday or employer's PRSI. If they could use a Roomba to make the beds and something from Boston Dynamics to cook a full English [as L] then I guess they would. When we got there on the first night, there was no concierge, no night manager. But we had been e-mailed six digit pass-codes to the front door and rooms 21 and 26. All good: we said g'night and agreed to do breakfast at 08:15 the next day.When I left home, I'd packed all my kit in a small satchel, and it was handier to bring the whole caboodle along with me rather than deciding what I would need [abacus? binoculars? camera? derringer? ear-buds? fork? glasses?] for Tuesday's shenanigans. It had been a long day when we returned to the OYO just before 10pm. Because I R old, Dau.I helpfully coded up my door and flung it open for me to enter my bedroom. We found it occupied by two disconcerted randommers and their luggage. At least they were clothed. We retreated downstairs and phoned the 'manager' (whom we'd met briefly at breakfast 14 hours earlier) to sort things out. He came over "I'll be there in 7 minutes".
He started out with a <<TMI!>> explanation about how the software had, somehow, sent my door-code to the next booking for that room AND overlapped that booking with mine. He then apologised. I replied that the apology should have come first and I was frankly Scarlett about how his company had screwed up . . . just please to find me somewhere with clean sheets to sleep. These people should have been in room 22 please come with me to that room, it will be ready for you. Room 22 was in a different wing of the OYO . . . and occupied by a German called Braun, who should have been in room 31. I refused to go up two flights of stairs until the Manager had ascertained that it wasn't occupied by a flock of chickens.
Math nerds will immediately think of Hilbert's Grand Hotel paradox which was central to ein gedankenexperiment elaborated by David Hilbert exactly 100 years ago in a lecture about Infinity: Über das Unendliche. Imagine a hotel with an infinite number of rooms, each occupied by a guest. Just before 10pm on a Tuesday, a weary traveller arrives seeking accommodation. The manager moves the occupant of room.1 to room.2, the person in room.2 to room.3 and so ad infinitum thus freeing up room.1 for another guest. And if the weary traveller is accompanied two daughters, they may be similarly found room at the infinite inn.
Several years ago, I wrote about Georg Cantor's elaboration on Hilbert's paradox where he proved that some infinities are bigger than others. Guests, rooms and unexpected occupants is a theme in the writings of Saki . . . The Lull - The Guests - The Unrest Cure.
It's a week now and I have had neither explanation nor apology [except sort of from the manager as above] nor compo from OYO. ⛥ for the sandstone Georgian Facade.
Sunday, 4 July 2021
4th July 2021
- ♬ ♫ ♩ ♪
- Don MacLean - American Pie
- Carly - Let the River Run
- Indigo Girls - Closer to Fine
- Soggy Bottom Boys - I Am a Man Of Constant Sorrow
- Monkees - Daydream believer
- Vienna Tang - Level Up
- Hank Williams - I saw the light
- Bo Burnham - All eyes on me
- Brickit - the app that reads a heap of Lego and suggests a build
- Unknown knowns - the dark heart of dead Rumsfeld
- Martens and squirrels [prev] to be cooked by capital [UK]
- Cronyvirus pandemic [UK]
- An archive of Saki [prev] read by Richard Crowest in his best Edwardian voice
- Getting your feet wet in Miami in 2030.
Sunday, 28 August 2016
Readings off-blob 280816
- Diary of an apprentice light-house keeper.
- TMI on TSE: a review of an annotation of the poems of TS Eliot.
- The Eternal Saki in a new children's edition.
- Chris Hayes talks to Tommy Kelly about makin' chairs - quiet,profound, timeless (well, just over 5 minutes actually).

