(Eats up Dollars)
Friday, 19 June 2015
Thursday, 18 June 2015
MY PERSONAL HISTORY OF BAYESIAN STATISTICS (John Wiley)
A PERSONAL HISTORY OF BAYESIAN STATISTICS
Wiley Hot Article of the Week, 28th April 2014
Le Marquis, Pierre-Simon De Laplace
The founding father of Bayesian Statistics
See also BAYESIAN HISTORY (Statslife)
INTERVIEW (Statistics Views)
LATER CHAPTERS (Self-Published)
Wednesday, 17 June 2015
PRIDE (Poem)
PRIDE
by Thomas Hoskyns Leonard
They wasted four hundred and thirty million,
Well nigh close to half a billion,
On that wretched Parliament building
As the corrupt made a killing.
And on its steps we met
Without raising a sweat,
Divas, smart-arses, swingers, trannies, and dykes galore
Ever ready to be prima donnas and take the floor;
All queer as folk,
And dear as any folk,
Including some gentle folk of baulk;
A festive occasion,
A family resuscitation,
As Mums, Dads, and siblings joined the merry throng;
Oh, dearie me! What had I done with my thong?
My San Francisco t-shirt
Was as long as a fancy boy's skirt,
And 'I'm gay and I'm heading for Heaven'
That's what my naff placard said.
"Hey, old man!' cried a smiling cute-arsed policeman,
"Why don't you go home to bed?"
With a flick of his fingers,
And without ever a fret,
Brett the beginning of the procession processed,
With a glance at the clowns and malingerers,
As two elves into the bushes digressed.
John Hein emitted an inviting whine,
In his snazzy suit looking gingerly fine,
And up the Canongate we headed
To the grand cause united and wedded,
Like queens in petticoats travelling to their fate
As ever in fear of being bullied and hung from a gate.
At the World's End, I imagined the old Netherbow Port
Straddling the cobbles, but that came to nought;
When the crowd surged upwards into Old Embro,
I tucked in my shirt, and went with the flow,
As we t'wards St. Giles Cathedral did merrily go,
Then opposite City Chambers we paused
As the speech makers on the Mercat dug in their claws
And the rainbow flag flew proudly high in the sky;
We've made it to freedom, I realised, wondering how and why!
The people on the pavement applauded and gawped,
The young, the elderly and the somewhat time warped,
As left at the Bridges we swivelled and turned;
Oh for a nice cuppa tea, I snizzled and yearned.
But Teviot Row House soon came into view,
And there we dug into the freebies
Played with the birds and the bees,
Always out for the opportunity to seize,
And listened to the wealthy head of Gay Men's Health,
Taking his cue and exacting his due;
Great for the many, and all praise to the few.
Composer's Note (20th June 2015): While I have just returned intact from this year's
Pride March, the poem refers to the previous march, in 2014
Me at Pride March, 20th June 2015
Me at Gay Pride 2014
The Scottish Episcopal Group at Gay Pride 2015
On the Canongate and towards Old Edinburgh
Sunday, 14 June 2015
AN ANTHOLOGY OF SCOTTISH CONSCIOUSNESS by the Leith Walk Rhymers
AN ANTHOLOGY OF SCOTTISH CONSCIOUSNESS
by The Leith Walk Rhymers
TAE THE SCOTS TONGUE, AND FURTHER POEMS
by Scott Forster
WAKE UP MY SON, AND FURTHER POEMS
by Lindsay Oliver
A STAIN ON SOCIETY, AND FURTHER POEMS
James L.S. Carter
SELECTED POEMS (2012-2015)
Thomas Hoskyns Leonard
THE BLUSHING PINK ROSE (poem)
THE BLUSHING PINK ROSE
by Thomas Hoskyns Leonard
Ne'er as God's one were we entwined
Though I was a touch favourably inclined;
But many times round and about the mulberry we drove
Our mindful meanderings to probe and rove,
And many times we dined, smelt and wined
While discussing matters sublime and most refined;
You blushed as a pink rose till the pain began to creep,
Where 'pon your energy began to fade,
And your soul my mind engage.
And now resurgent from your agony
My mind is filled with fresh ecstasy
And life is better than the richest fantasy;
Our souls entwined as one together
Encourage me to sooth your petals in the heather,
And this is for anon and forever ---
A RED, RED ROSE (Robert Burns)
O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!
Friday, 12 June 2015
The Department of Statistics of the University of Wisconsin-Madison
STATISTICS AT WISCONSIN
George Box (1919-2013)
50 YEAR HISTORY SPRINGER
MORE HISTORY
THE LIFE OF A BAYESIAN BOY, CHAPTER 6
A Comedy Skit in George Box's house, Christmas 1983
Rich Johnson, Grace Wahba, George Box, Tom Leonard
Tim Read and John Gurland
A Student Skit in George Box's House, Christmas 1990
I am played by Joanne Wendelberger
The Mayflower Rose by Fabio Cunha
In what immortal dream did I meet the Mayflower Rose?
Review of THE ACCIDENTAL STATISTICIAN (George Box)
THE FIRST ISBA NEWSLETTER, November 1992, with my article Bayesian Statistics, An Overview
FIRST ISBA NEWSLETTER (edited by myself)
Please scroll down for my article 'Bayesian Statistics, An Overview)
Note that Jose Bernardo, as co-president, acknowledges that it was
largely due to the efforts of my friend Arnold Zellner and I that ISBA
became a reality in 1992. Indeed I devised the name of the Society,
faced up to some tricky politics with Adrian Smith and Tony O'Hagan,
and wrote the preliminary constitution, Then Gordon Kaufmann
registered the organisation with the State of Illinois on behalf of
the three of us. Little did I realize how influential the Society would
become. I was elected as one of the first, a founding fellows, of ISBA
in late 2012.
FIRST PARAGRAPH OF NEWSLETTER
Included in a historical discussion by Arnold Zellner
ARNOLD ZELLNER OBITUARY
Tom Leonard, Arnold Zellner, Gordon Kaufmann, Wes Johnson
Carl Morris, and Shanti Gupta at the inaugural meeting of
ISBA in the Hotel Nikko in San Francisco in August 1993
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