Facebook is a treasure trove of data about us. The NYT Bits blog has an interesting article Researchers Draw Romantic Insights From Maps of Facebook Networks which looks at a journal research article where Facebook data on over a million declared relationship users were evaluated for strength.
Their key finding was that the total number of mutual friends two people share — embeddedness, in social networking terms — is actually a fairly weak indicator of romantic relationships. Far better, they found, was a network measure that they call dispersion.
This yardstick measures mutual friends, but also friends from the further-flung reaches of a person’s network neighborhood. High dispersion occurs when a couple’s mutual friends are not well connected to one another.
This involves profile views, attending the same events, and messages. Yikes. Based on this, I apparently have a few girlfriends that I did not even know. One is even married.
Particularly intriguing is that when the algorithm fails, it looks as if the relationship is in trouble. A couple in a declared relationship and without a high dispersion on the site are 50 percent more likely to break up over the next two months than a couple with a high dispersion, the researchers found. (Their research tracked the users every two months for two years.)
The mere fact that you and I both like 4chan says more about our similar tastes than we’ll ever know from OKCupid’s weird, Blade Runner-esque personality tests. WE ARE NEVER EVER GOING TO STOP ONLINE DATING
Yes! Someone gets it!
That OKC is trying to identify replicants by exposing them to questions that will break android programming makes the more sense than trying to find a good match.
This is the Cyberman Ctrl Alt Del shirt from Thinkgeek. In case you are not a Whovian: tardis.wikia.com/wiki/Cybermen
I watch a lot of football (soccer to my fellow Americans). English Premier League (EPL), Major League Soccer, National Women’s Soccer League, Champions League, and various international team cups.
Finding out a woman watches is rare, but always entertaining. My first, best encounter was a married friend of the groom at a wedding. She is English, so she grew up watching. We talked for two hours about the just past 2002 World Cup, England’s typical collapse, how hard it was to get up at 3am to watch games. and how bad women’s games are to men’s.
A friend who I was regularly meeting for lunch just before I moved away is a huge Fulham FC fan. That and Clint Dempsey being on the team gave me a reason to watch more of those games.
A few days ago, I mentioned watching a football match over the weekend. She volunteered she use to play up until a year ago in pick up games at a local park. She stopped after tearing her ACL, a very common injury from playing. She also is a Chelsea fan. Guess this means I will watch their games much more now so I can be relevant.
I cannot think of any women I know who are big fans of MLS, La Liga, Series A, or Bundesliga teams.
These are characters from Studio Ghibli movies: Howl’s Moving Castle scarecrow. Castle in the Sky tin man. Princess Mononoke dorothy. Howl’s MC toto. My Neighbor Totoro lion.
Another Woot! Shirt by Adam Koford mashing up the style of MC Escher and the TARDIS.
Today two women unloaded on me their feelings. One was dumped for the umpteenth time by the guy she has been in a relationship with for four years. The other has a husband who disappeared when given divorce papers to sign after cheating on her for a year longer than their marriage with her best friend, so she is looking at how to proceed as abandonment.
Some time ago, I accepted people need to clear their minds. Telling someone, even a stranger or acquaintance frees the mind somewhat.
Seven Viking Romances by Hermann Pálsson
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
A couple girls gave me funny looks and asked about “Romance” in the title. So I explained this is romance as in heroic sagas of mighty warriors committing supernatural deeds. (Okay, so I glossed over these same warriors impregnating every woman in their path.) Not muscular men seducing women.
Until it was. Somewhere around 200 pages in one of the heroes uses an obvious euphemism for what is between his legs to seduce a girl. And then another euphemism on another girl. I could not believe it. Scandinavian romance novel in both senses.
The stories were amusing and fast. But then I like stuff about Odysseus, Beowulf, and Gilgamesh. And the fictional Conan.
P.S. It seems like everyone is related to someone named “Grim” though. Is that the John of Scandinavia?
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The Solstice sun through the center stone at the Georgia Guidestones.