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John J Deely (1933-2025)

Posted in University life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on February 13, 2025 by xi'an

I just learned that my friend John Deely died last month in West Lafayette. I had come to know him in 1988, when we were both visiting Purdue and sharing an office. He was funny and witty, with a unique and unforgetable laugh, and I remember several evenings with him and Ann. After leaving Purdue, I met John at Bayesian conferences (incl. the Valencia meetings). He had left Christchurch when I visited the University of Canterbury and I never got back to Purdue where he finished his carreer. Our last meeting took place in 2013, for the O’Bayes 2013 conference in Duke. Sadly impacted by the passing away of Dennis Lindley. Farewell, John, for this long trip on the Bayes bus!

[Here the obituary posted on the Purdue Statistics Department Website]

Dr. John Joseph Deely, 92, retired Continuing Lecturer in the Department of Statistics, passed away on January 17, 2025, at his home in West Lafayette, Indiana. Over his decades-long career, John shaped the field of statistics through his teaching, research, and mentoring, leaving an indelible impact on his students, colleagues, and the broader academic community. He will be deeply missed.

John was born in Cleveland, Ohio, on January 13, 1933. He earned an Electrical Engineering degree from Georgia Tech before pursuing his passion for mathematics and statistics at Purdue University, where he completed his M.S. in Mathematics in 1958 and a Ph.D. in Statistics in 1965 under the supervision of Professor Shanti S. Gupta. John’s career took him from Sandia Corporation in Albuquerque, where he worked on cutting-edge research in the space age, to the University of Canterbury in New Zealand, where he spent 28 years growing the statistics program and mentoring generations of students. Under his leadership, the program expanded from a single course with 100 students to a thriving department with eight courses and hundreds of students. In recognition of his contributions, he was promoted rapidly, ultimately serving as Chair of Statistics.

In 1997, John returned to Purdue, where he became a beloved Continuing Lecturer, primarily teaching STAT 113: Statistics and Society. With his sharp wit and engaging teaching style, he introduced thousands of students to the power of statistical reasoning. In his words, “They hate numbers. They hate data. The challenge is can you somehow give such students a little appreciation in statistical reasoning in spite of their hatred of numbers. Can you make it interesting enough? I’m always looking for funny ways, ways in which people abuse statistics.” He was known for his humor, real-world examples, and ability to make statistics both accessible and compelling. Beyond the classroom, he remained an active researcher, collaborating with colleagues worldwide on Bayesian methods, empirical Bayes, and statistical decision theory. His presence at Bayesian meetings often meant that there would be some form of entertainment that involved his ability to make people laugh, as in the presentation of the Delly Awards with Ed George. He retired at the remarkable age of 85.

John is survived by his dear wife of 35 years, Elizabeth “Ann” Young Ann, his six children and their spouses from his first marriage to Anola, eight grandchildren, two great-grandchildren, two stepchildren, and two step-grandchildren. He treasured his family and the life he built with Ann, finding joy in their years together. At this time, no service will be held. May John’s memory bring comfort to all who knew him and inspire future generations in the pursuit of knowledge.

Nature snapshots

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 19, 2024 by xi'an

Some quick breakfast reads from the 22 August issue of Nature, beyond the nice pun in the cover title (which reads like Lonely Planet at first glance!) capturing a rare blooming of plants in the drylands of the Judaean Desert in 2015, discussing the higher diversity of plants in dry environments,

  • a tribune about the declining number of junior researchers in South Korea (with a supplementary Nature Index on its remarkable achievements), due to lower birth rates. The government is trying to make postdoc positions more attractive, to attract international students and postdocs. It has also signed with the EU to become an associate member of the Horizon Europe program, hence potentially benefitting of ERC grants.
  • looking for the hottest temperature compatible with humans, alas soon in a theatre near you… (With a heatwave chamber that was driven from Brisbane to Sydney!) I did not understand, though, how the limit of 31⁰C as the minimal temperature at which a healthy, young person would die after six hours of exposure. But agreed with the immediate benefits of skin-wetting, which I use almost constantly on hot days and nights.
  • the false good idea of wood pellets, reminding me of a freezing August in Christchurch back in 2005!, as pellets (and other biomass energy) generate more carbon than coal, favour deforestation, impacts the health of communities surrounding facilities, and takes decades to reach neutral outcomes.
  • another possibly false good idea, floating and sustainable settlements in coastal regions threatened by sea rises. Not only floating cities are expensive to build, but they are more exposed to extreme weather events, compete with the preservation of wetlands and mangroves, and cannot function without adapted infrastructure, from water and sewage treatment to means of transportation, and enough nearby services.
  • the ERROR project that pays for spotting mistakes in published papers, developed by the Universities of Bern and Leipzig. ERROR stands for Estimating the Reliability and Robustness of Research. At 2,500 Swiss francs per paper, this is hardly sustainable…
  • the problem of artificial neural networks losing plasticity in continual-learning settings and a potential solution via back-propagation.

 

no haggis for Burns night!

Posted in Statistics with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 25, 2021 by xi'an

“one of New Zealand’s darkest days”

Posted in Mountains, pictures, Travel with tags , , , , on March 15, 2019 by xi'an

the luminaries [book review]

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , on April 18, 2015 by xi'an

I bought this book by Eleanor Catton on my trip to Pittsburgh and Toronto in 2013 (thanks to Amazon associates’ gains!), mostly by chance (and also because it was the most recent Man Booker Prize). After a few sleepless nights last week (when I should not have been suffering from New York jet lag!, given my sleeping pattern when abroad), I went through this rather intellectual and somewhat contrived mystery. To keep with tradition (!), the cover was puzzling me until I realised those were phases of the moon, in line with [spoiler!] the zodiacal underlying pattern of the novel, pattern I did not even try to follow for it sounded so artificial. And presumably restricted the flow of the story by imposing further constraints on the characters’ interactions.

The novel has redeeming features, even though I am rather bemused at it getting a Man Booker Prize. (When compared with, say, The Remains of the Day…) For one thing, while a gold rush story of the 1860’s, it takes place on the South Island of New Zealand instead of Klondike, around the Hokitika gold-field, on the West Coast, with mentions of places that brings memory of our summer (well, winter!) visit to Christchurch in 2006… The mix of cultures between English settlers, Maoris, and Chinese migrants, is well-documented and information, if rather heavy at times, bordering on the info-dump, and a central character like the Maori Te Rau Tauwhare sounds caricaturesque. The fact that the story takes place in Victorian times call Dickens to mind, but I find very little connection in either style or structure, nor with Victorian contemporaries like Wilkie Collins, and Victorian pastiches like Charles Palliser‘s Quincunx…. Nothing of the sanctimonious and moral elevation and subtle irony one could expect from a Victorian novel!

While a murder mystery, the plot is fairly upside down (or down under?!): the (spoiler!) assumed victim is missing for most of the novel, the (spoiler!) extracted gold is not apparently stolen but rather lacks owner(s), and the most moral character of the story ends up being the local prostitute. The central notion of the twelve men in a council each bringing a new light on the disappearance of Emery Staines is a neat if not that innovative literary trick but twelve is a large number which means following many threads, some being dead-ends, to gather an appearance of a view on the whole story. As in Rashomon, one finishes the story with a deep misgiving as to who did what, after so many incomplete and biased accountings. Unlike Rashomon, it alas takes forever to reach this point!