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ageein’ dogz

Posted in Books, pictures with tags , , , , , , , on July 5, 2023 by xi'an

While eating a quick lunch in the CEREMADE common room, I came across an older Nature paper of 3 Feb 2022 on the Dog Aging Project, a longitudinal study of domestic dogs. Describing the goal and design of the project rather than its yet to come findings. The population is made of self-nominated (US) dog owners, with what seems to me like an overkill of precautions about data gathering. (On a totally personal basis, I always find puzzling the amount of money and efforts spent on pets when humans are overwhelmingly struggling to achieve decent living conditions. Plus, pets consume up to a fifth of the world’s meat and fish. And kill 25 million birds a year in the UK only.)

“Veterinary and animal ethical concerns about using pets as research subjects include non-uniform oversight protections and the need to respect research subjects who cannot consent to participation (…) The general approach we take to dog owner informed consent for their dog participation is modelled after informed consent used for human subjects research.”

on the Internet nobody knows you are an old dog

Posted in Books, Kids, pictures with tags , , , , , , on July 25, 2020 by xi'an

hittin’ a Brexit wall

Posted in pictures, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , on December 19, 2018 by xi'an

train chaos

Posted in Kids, Running, Travel with tags , , , , , , on October 13, 2012 by xi'an

Saturday morning in an omnibus train bound to Granville is not a relaxing experience without one’s noise cancelling headphones! It starts with passengers unable to gather their carriage and seat numbers from their train tickets (“Désolée, c’est ma place.”, “Vous êtes sûre? Je croyais que c’était ici…”, “Je ne rappelais pas de mon numéro de siège.”, “Ce n’est pas la voiture 3?!”, &tc.) Then piling an unbelievable number of rolling trolleys in the aisle, efficiently blocking the corridor. Once everyone is apparently settled, phones start to inanely transfer the information to innumerable correspondents (“Allo, tonton? Je suis dans le train!”, “Oui, j’arrive. Vers midi moins le quart, je crois…”, “J’ai pris mon sac gris, tu sais, le sac gris.”, “J’ai la grande valise, t’inquiète!”, “Tu sais je me suis levé à quelle heure ce matin?”, &tc.) And, thanks to poor quality headphones (for which the retailers should be fined!), providing the whole carriage with syrupy French variety music. Not mentioning the woman behind me travelling with a small girl, a dog, and a wandering cat and insanely spending her time discussing about dogs with another traveller across the aisle. Unsurprisingly leading to her daughter complaining and then crying after a while. Even after ten attempts at reading “Petit ours brun“…)