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Wisdom of Crowds

There are few things like a scientific conference to make one feel as if he has been suddenly transported out of the ordinary world, into a fervor of activity focused on important problems facing mankind.

You knew we haven’t cured* cancer, right?

Maybe you did. But I bet you didn’t know that among the people who work on the complex complicated problem of cancer, some have given up all hope a cure will be discovered by one person or group. Unlike a hundred years ago when a mind-boggling problem could be solved by a lone frizzy-haired man who split his time between the patent office by day and lucubration over theory by night.

No. Today some people advocate we should turn to the wisdom of crowds.

Computational Models and Crowd-Sourcing Initiatives for Inferring Genetic Predictors of Cancer Phenotypes.

A catchy title of an interesting talk given in our session last week Friday. The basic idea was that if you can enroll a large enough number of groups of really smart people with different approaches to solving the same hard problem, then you just might. Take breast cancer for example. Determining a patient’s disease prognosis given her specific — “personalized” — molecular form of the disease (there are many), and then prescribing — “designing” — the best treatment so she won’t die from the disease, has been elusive. The literature is awash with failed attempts.

The presenter showed a rank ordered list of the performance of all the entries that had been submitted (~50) to a recent challenge in breast cancer. The challenge involved developing a predictive, computational model to separate a large group of breast cancer patients into two (or more) prognostic classes, given only the genotype (expression of ~20K genes) of the patients’ tumors, and suitable controls. Prediction accuracy of the models was evaluated on an independent “test” data set. In addition to gene expression, modelers were also permitted to use any other relevant bioinformatic data they deemed relevant. The group that submitted the model with the highest predictive accuracy on a “test” data set was awarded with a publication in a high impact scientific journal.

Interestingly, the second best performing model was also submitted by the winning group. So one of my takeaways was that it isn’t so much you need a crowd to find a solution to a hard problem, you just need to identify the right group in the first place. Although the presenter did mention to me over drinks later on that when aggregating the model predictions into one, performance was as good as the single best model, or possibly better, I don’t recall.

A question came up at the talk: What’s the incentive to participate in this kind of winner-take-all challenge?

It’s a good question, because developing a predictive model like this takes considerable time and effort, and if you win, sure, you get a decent publication, but if you don’t you not only get nothing (other than an acknowledgment of participation in the journal article), your scientific reputation potentially is tarnished. The presenter replied that yes, this was something they’d thought about, they’d considered spreading the wealth to all participants but couldn’t figure out how to do it since the award is not monetary. Even so, the disincentive is evidently not so large as to discourage participation — this year they received submissions from groups in over ten different countries.

* Unlike, say, smallpox, a disease that has been virtually eradicated by vaccination, “curing” cancer means stopping people from dying from their cancer, not from getting cancer in the first place. At least for somatic cancers, there is no chance we’ll ever be able to stop certain genes from mutating entirely.

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Shout out to the La Fontana Sicilian restaraunt in Seattle. Superb stuffed chicken paired with a 2008 Zenato Amarone. Excellent service.

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2nd & Blanchard

BMES Mtg.

At the BMES meeting in Seattle thru Saturday. We’re presenting some of our latest work around biomarkers of multiple sclerosis severity. Friday morning in the Systems Biology track — 8:00 am, ouch!

Thank heaven for Starbucks.

Wet Wood

Wood was wet. I asked at least twice before he came, Are you certain this is seasoned and dry birch?

Yes yes yes.

When he finally arrived at ~6:30 I walked outside, shook his hand and looked in the back of his truck. Crap. I pushed my forefinger into the rotted center of a 12″ round and just looked at him. “Dude, this will not burn. It’s neither seasoned nor dry.” I pointed to other pieces just like it.

It sucked that he had to come this far to learn this, plus having to deal with the hassle of a broken down trailer, which he’ll likely have to leave roadside until Monday, the first chance he’ll have to find a spare tire. Then drive back to replace the tire and drive back home again. I felt his pain and gave him $40.00 for gas.

Oh well, dinner out and wine with friends was fun, finished off with a dip in the hot tub.

Back to Anchorage tonight.

 

Message In A Bottle

Down at our Nest in Seward this weekend. Happy Wife found a message in a bottle during her walk with the dogs on the beach. After we got the Police song out of our heads and let the paper dry out, what was legible suggested a poetic goodbye to love lost. Some dude named Jesi. We’re assuming he’s a he. Hearts, some broken, had been drawn on the back of the message. Happy Wife taped the pieces together and kept it. How often do you find a message in a bottle?

Presently waiting on a firewood delivery. A cord of white birch that the seller assured me is seasoned and dried. He was supposed to be here at noon, then he phoned at noon and said he was still in Kenai (~100 miles away) dealing with “fuel issues,” and now it was looking more like 3:00 pm. He texted me at 3:30 and said he’d been delayed by road construction. Made sense — so were we on our way down from Anchorage yesterday. It’s now 4:45 pm. I just texted him again. He replied that he just had a flat tire in Moose Pass. Weird, since Moose Pass is before the road construction not after it. Hmm.

Perhaps it’s time to get desperate, a message in a bottle maybe: “Anyone out there seen my firewood?”

Update: 5:45 pm. Now he had a flat on the trailer tire! He called and said he will offload as much wood as possible into his pickup and bring it here, but he’ll have to make several trips back ‘n forth to the crippled trailer to get it all. Poor guy. I called a number of likely places in Seward to see if they had a trailer tire but everyone’s closed for the night. Friends of ours down the beach road have invited us out to dinner tonight, AND they have a bottle of wine they want to share with us. You do what you have to do.

2nd Chakra

Got an internet bandwidth upgrade today. The flow into the house had been 1.0 Mbps, now 10.0 Mbps. Imagine you’re in your backyard, frustrated, trying to water the flowers with a nozzle pressure akin to a ninety year old urethra when suddenly, upstream, somebody undoes the kink in the hose. Sweet Jesus!

Let’s back up.

It all started with a phone call to Amazon customer support wherein I wondered why the movie I’d just ordered from them would not start. Downloading downloading downloading ….

Sir: We recommend >=3.0 Mbps for HD video. Have you tried the SD version?

Why no, I hadn’t.

Refund.

I purchase the SD version. Downloading downloading downloading ….

Email: Uh, yeah, me again. No go with the SD version either.

Re: Sorry to hear you experienced problems with Amazon Prime Video.

Refund.

I go to the web site. FAQ says: While we support 1.0 Mbps for streaming video, we recommend >=1.5 Mbps for SD.

Here, “support” means we’ll answer the phone and disappoint you by saying that 1.0 Mbps really isn’t enough bandwidth for streaming movies.

Ugh.

But I love Amazon so the following day I visit our ISP to upgrade our bandwidth. The man behind the counter raises his eyebrows when he brings up my account, “Okay then, 1.0 Mbps, wow, looks like you’re due for an upgrade.” His look of dismay akin to that of a dental hygienist when you haven’t brushed in four years.

Now, instead of bits entering the house through a straw we have a hose. Want a drink, get a bath.

All that was left to do was to reroute the Cat5 cable I’d run from the Blu-ray player, under the living room rug and to the internet wall outlet, through the crawl space instead. This, because Happy Wife had rhetorically asked, “Is that wire going stay there?”

Why no dear, I have a solution!

I drilled two holes through the floor, one through the cherry wood floor in the living room, and you want to have all your wits about you when you drill that one so it is in fact just one and not two or three because you mis-measured the reentry point for the cable. This precision required repeated round trips into the crawl space and back upstairs again, and now I understand why it’s called a crawl space.

This morning I’m experiencing a sharp pain in the general area of my 2nd Chakra, which, who knew, is essential to the proper function of my creativity, sexuality, finances — finances? — and other psychological mysteria.

Glen Alps

Dogs during a mountain hike yesterday. Fall color just beginning to emerge up here.

Extra credit for readers who know why this place is called Powerline Pass.

BIGGER.

Lemon Sucking

Selfie of Happy Wife at Snow City Cafe breakfast bar this morning. If you ever hear me talk about the lemon sucking look, this is what I’m referring to.