The Beauty of Autumn

Autumn is my favourite season of the year.

It’s difficult to put into my own words why I like it so much, so I’m not even going to try. Recently, however, I came across a really wonderful quote on the beauty of autumn in a James Clear newsletter.

The quote itself comes from inventor and writer Lin Yutang:

“I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its tone mellower, its colours richer, and it is tinged a little with sorrow and a premonition of death. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and is content. From a knowledge of those limitations and its richness of experience emerges a symphony of colours, richer than all, its green speaking of life and strength, its orange speaking of golden content and its purple of resignation and death.”

My Country and My People

Confessions of a Football Fan

Things were not looking good for Manchester United. By half-time they were already 0-4 down, at Old Trafford, to Liverpool (of all teams).

“What was the worst United game you’ve ever been to Dad?” the kid sitting next to me asked his forlorn-looking father. In front of me, I could see a lady captioning a picture of the match for her Instagram followers. “F***ing boring!” it said in large letters. Very classy!

I have been a Manchester United supporter since 1995. November 1995, to be exact, the month I saw Paul Scholes gracing the cover of United, the self-proclaimed ‘official magazine of the world’s greatest club’. This guy means business, I thought; this is what it looks like to be a champion. True enough, a few years later United went on to win their famous Treble thanks to a last-minute goal courtesy of one Ole Gunnar Solskjaer.

Fast forward 21 years and I was sitting in the stands at Old Trafford, watching Solskjaer’s team getting smashed (to quote Khabib) by their arch rivals. Harry Maguire, their captain, looked clueless; Victor Lindelof, his partner in defence, wasn’t any better. Even Cristiano Ronaldo failed to conjure up any of his old magic on that occasion. By the interval, people were leaving the Theatre of Dreams in droves, having experienced an absolute nightmare of a first half. Liverpool went on to win 0-5 despite taking their foot off the pedal in the second half; Mo Salah, United’s chief tormentor, did not play well but STILL ended up with a hat-trick.

I suppose I should be more depressed by the state of this United team. And yet, I’m not, because a few years ago, after watching United during the Moyes, van Gaal, and Maurinho era, I finally decided to stop putting all my eggs in one basket and just enjoy the football instead.

Anfield

That was how I ended up at Anfield, home of Liverpool FC, in July this year. Here are some pictures from the stadium tour:

Now, put away those rotten eggs, set aside those pitchforks, and bear with me for a second. Have you ever asked yourself: why must I only support one football club? Why can’t I support a few? Better still, why can’t I enjoy the game no matter who’s winning?

These were the questions I asked myself a few years ago, having watched one too many mediocre games involving United. I decided there and then to stop worrying so much about which team wins, and to just enjoy the beautiful game. I even bought a Liverpool jersey for myself and my 3 kids, oh yes I did!

Some people are very passionate about a single football team and will remain loyal no matter what. I respect that, but I also know that my philosophy when it comes to football is a bit different. I treat it more like music, where it would be unusual to stick with only one artist regardless of how good or bad their songs are.

Ultimately, football is just a game, a form of entertainment, not some life-or-death situation. That’s why I no longer obsess over which team is playing, as long as the game itself is entertaining. So yes, I did end up enjoying the match last weekend, even if I had to keep quiet every time Liverpool scored seeing as I was surrounded by hardcore United supporters!

Anyway, here are some pictures from my two visits to Old Trafford (August and October 2021). I hope the current United team will prove themselves worthy of playing at this magnificent stadium, this Theatre of Dreams.

Stars

While waiting for my kids to finish their karate lesson, I decided to play around with Night Mode on my iPhone. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring a tripod with me, so I did the next best thing; I put my iPhone one a metal pole with a flat top, allowing me to adjust the Night Mode setting without having to hold the phone.

The picture I got was OK (I guess), but it looked better after some quick adjustments in the Photos app. What I would really like to do is get a picture of the Milky Way core, but I’ll have to do a bit more planning for that.

Nevertheless, seeing the stars above reminded me of the lyrics to this song by Yusuf Islam (formerly known as Cat Stevens):

How great the wonders of the heavens
And the timeless beauty of the night
How great – then how great the Creator?
And its stars like priceless jewels
Far beyond the reach of kings
Bow down for the shepherd guiding him home

MacBook Pro, Unleashed

To say that I am excited about the new MacBooks Pro would be a gross understatement; the new M1 Pro / M1 Max MacBooks Pro are absolutely phenomenal! All that’s left for me is to figure out how I can afford one without having to then file for bankruptcy! =)

But first, some background into my decision-making process.

I am the owner of what I (and many others) think is the last generation of truly well-designed MacBooks Pro. Yes, I am speaking of the Retina MacBook Pro from 2015 or so, before Apple went crazy on aesthetics and neglected the real purpose of a pro-level laptop. Granted, in recent years Apple has dialled down some of those changes—goodbye butterfly keyboard, you will NOT be missed—but until today I had not been very impressed with any of the laptops they released from 2016 or so. The M1 Macs released last year were a step in the right direction, I thought, but at the back of my mind I knew they could do better than that.

And boy have they actually delivered! Here, take a look at the tech specs.

I am genuinely curious to see if the 16-inch M1 Pro MacBook Pro (the one I’m currently eyeing) can do a better job than an iMac Pro at running my neuroimaging analyses. Currently, I am figuring out how to do MRI tractography analysis which involves generating millions of streamlines (connections) between different brain regions. My old MacBook Pro struggles to finish analysing a single person’s MRI scan, and even my iMac Pro at the office is finding it challenging. Below is a screenshot showing all 10 iMac Pro cores in use by tckgen, the process responsible for generating all those streamlines:

Logically, these new laptops should be able to outperform the iMac Pro from a few years ago but still, it’s mind-blowing to see so much power in a portable form factor.

Apples deserves some kudos for having the courage (finally, a fitting place to use that word) to remove the touch bar and bring back genuinely useful things like the MagSafe port and the SDXC card slot. Their choice of the word ‘Unleashed’ to describe today’s event is also perfect; I can’t wait to get my hands on one of these. So, yeah, if any of you know someone who would be willing to sponsor one for me, let’s talk! =)

We Want MOAA.R!

I’m not sure if there’s a better way to do this, but when you have multiple R scripts to run every single time, it makes sense to combine everything into a single “Mother-Of-All-Analyses” kind of script.

As you can see, I’m still very much a script kiddie when it comes to running analyses in R. But even at this stage, I can already see how useful it is to know all this stuff. Anyone wanting to be a clinician-scientist should seriously consider dedicating some amount of time to learning the ins and outs of statistics instead of just delegating the work to a statistician (as I know many people still do).