David Neilson
@dtneilson.bsky.social
Physicist and Optical Communications. Bell Labs
It’s just phase noise … but then you have to understand noise …
November 5, 2025 at 11:31 AM
It’s just phase noise … but then you have to understand noise …
I’m not aware of any
October 26, 2025 at 1:30 PM
I’m not aware of any
Taking bad metrics and making them worse
October 26, 2025 at 9:21 AM
Taking bad metrics and making them worse
That’s longer than Jansky was alive 😢
October 10, 2025 at 3:37 PM
That’s longer than Jansky was alive 😢
Reposted by David Neilson
On a side note: Whilst writing my data analysis lecture this week, I discovered that the spurious correlations on tylervigen.com now come with AI explanations!
They're brilliant: Here's the explanation why GMO corn growth in North Dakota correlates with Google Searches about headaches.
They're brilliant: Here's the explanation why GMO corn growth in North Dakota correlates with Google Searches about headaches.
September 19, 2025 at 3:12 PM
On a side note: Whilst writing my data analysis lecture this week, I discovered that the spurious correlations on tylervigen.com now come with AI explanations!
They're brilliant: Here's the explanation why GMO corn growth in North Dakota correlates with Google Searches about headaches.
They're brilliant: Here's the explanation why GMO corn growth in North Dakota correlates with Google Searches about headaches.
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
July 28, 2025 at 10:07 PM
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
"a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam," Sagan
June 23, 2025 at 11:57 PM
"a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam," Sagan
John Von Neumann "with four parameters I can fit an elephant, with five I can make him wiggle his trunk"
May 30, 2025 at 11:01 AM
John Von Neumann "with four parameters I can fit an elephant, with five I can make him wiggle his trunk"