Science roundup

I loves me some cheap mass storage.

I should probably bring the results of this study to Katie’s attention. Hair stylists and social services?

A great idea for cleanup of radioactive areas…. love the picture of the waldo.

I talk to the trees…. and now they’re actually talking back. No, not really, but that’s the way to bet.

Great, a Taser version of an elephant gun.

Brain, brain, go away.  The examination of and debate over male/female brain differences continues.

Creating your way to reproductive success.

Can I pat myself on the back for linking to the metal velcro article two days before boingboing?  I AM a trendspotter, after all.

My memory is muddy

When I was living in Montréal with Paul and the kids, I used to watch Homicide.  I found it a quite remarkable show.

I’m watching it again, with Jeff, and if anything it’s even better than the first time around, as I think I am a more observant and trenchant critic.  But it’s sure got me thinking.

One of the episodes was even more powerful than usual, and I had two very strong memories of it.  One is of a scene where the mother of the shooter and the mother of the dead boy end up in the same waiting room.  I remembered a couple of pieces of that conversation accurately.

At the end of the show, I remember Yaphet Kotto as Giardello giving advice to the shooter, who’s about to spend the rest of his life in jail.  I remember them being outside, against a grey building.

It wasn’t Yaphet Kotto – it was Andre Braugher.  They weren’t outside, they were inside.

What I remembered was the emotional intensity.  I remembered a lot of what was said.  I just didn’t remember it accurately.

The older I get, the harder it is to be positive about anything.  I’ve straightened out that little bit of inaccuracy, but now all I can think of is Patricia saying, “Who are you going to believe, me or your lying eyes?”

I call this one “The Triumph of Enthusiasm over Knowledge”

Moose, like teenagers and occasionally older people, are not necessarily wise when gripped by hormones.

This pic is all over the web.  In one rendition, it has been transformed into a poster marked “Statutory Rape…. you’re doing it wrong.”

Let us all take this picture as a somber lesson that our senses … and our hopes … may deceive us.

mooseplusstatue

I really feel for the moose.  Springloaded for an amorous encounter, is he not an icon of every human being, mostly guys, but whatever, who wasted some time over an image rather than a receptive female?  If I ever open a shelter for over-enthusiastic practitioners of self-abuse, this will be the image over the lintel.

The little list of biases.

As I do research on atheism and cognition, I am finding all kinds of wonderful things.

For discussion and reference, here’s a list of cognitive biases from “Born to Believe” by Andrew Newburg and Mark Robert Waldman.

The first bias made me snort.  Now why didn’t I think of that?

  1. Family bias.  We are more likely to believe what our family members tell us.
  2. Authoritarian bias.  We are more likely to believe what authority figures tell us.
  3. Attractiveness bias.  Why are crippled ugly people not used in advertising? We are more likely to believe what nice looking people tell us.
  4. Confirmation bias.  The text for this bias, in its quiet, unemotional way, speaks volumes, so I am going to quote it directly. “We have a tendency to emphasize information that supports our beliefs, while unconsciously ignoring or rejecting information that contradicts them.  Since beliefs become embedded in our neural circuitry, contradictory evidence often cannot break through the existing connections of the brain.”
  5. Self-Serving Bias.  That’s kinda obvious.  If this information suits me, I will like it better, I will believe it.
  6. In-Group Bias.  People we like get preferential treatment (the ‘hall pass’ of song and legend) when it comes to their beliefs.
  7. Out-Group Bias.  We discount the beliefs of others outside our group.
  8. Group Consensus Bias.  If  everyone around you agrees with you, the more likely you will be to assume that your beliefs are valid.
  9. Bandwagon Bias.  If you walk into a room full of people who believe something, the more likely you will be to tailor your beliefs to theirs. Frequently seen in Vancouver during playoffs.
  10. Projection Bias. Everybody thinks like you.  (Except when they don’t, and your projection gets you into serious crap).
  11. Expectancy Bias.  The reason double-blind studies were invented; you’re trying to learn what is THERE not what you EXPECT to be there
  12. “Magic Number” Bias. Guilty!!  Your brain, unless you are very cognitively disturbed, is designed to do math.  Big numbers make for big emotions, and emotions help code beliefs.  It’s all very neatly intertwingled, isn’t it?
  13. Probability Bias.  “Never tell me the odds” as Han Solo once famously remarked.  Particularly prominent cognitive bias in teenagers and gamblers.  This bias causes you to believe that you are luckier than others.  Bias aside, in my case, it’s true.
  14. Cause-and-Effect Bias.  Oh, sugar.  Wish I had a buck for everytime nautilus3 called me on this bias; I’d be living in the British Properties.  Since our brains love to see a cause for an effect, without necessarily understanding all the factors that went into that effect, humans consistently bugger up what caused what.
  15. Pleasure Bias.  Pleasure = a higher truth.
  16. Personification Bias.  Things get names and personalities.  Unidentified incoming information gets ‘turned into’ something.  Raw data does NOT stay raw for very long.
  17. Perceptual Bias.  We assume that what we think, perceive and believe is somehow an objective reflection of the world.  Beeg misstek.
  18. Perseverance Bias.  Once it is in, it doesn’t come out without effort.  A belief ingrained in our neural circuitry, bolstered by habit, in-group bias, family bias, what have you, is freaking near impossible to get out.  In my view it will not come out without psychological trauma.
  19. False-Memory Bias.  I had no idea that false memories stay in the brain longer than true ones.  This accounts for many events in my life that were simply impossible to explain at the time they happened.
  20. Positive-Memory Bias.  When we look back, it’s better, brighter and happier.
  21. Logic Bias.  If you think it’s logical you’re more likely to believe it.  I personally think this lays over logic a meaning a professional philosopher would find scandalous.  The authors quote William James: “As a rule we disbelieve all the facts and theories for which we have no use.”
  22. Persuasion Bias.  Great speakers who emote get our poor old cognitive goat.  If you look at the difference between a Baptist minister and a scientist presenting findings….  yeah.
  23. Primacy Bias.  Allegra gets more kicks at the can than Zoe.  Information at the top of the list is more easily remembered and more heavily weighted.
  24. Uncertainty Bias.  Human beings do not enjoy uncertainty.  People prefer to believe or disbelieve something and get out of the nasty feeling that accompanies uncertainty.
  25. Emotional Bias.  Anger means I’m right, depression means I can’t see the positive, and anxiety means I’m wrong.
  26. Publication Bias.  Wow, it was printed, so it’s true.  The authors say that editors are biased towards positive rather than negative findings, but that bias must stop at the newsroom door.
  27. Blind-Spot Bias.  The worst bias of all.  The knowing that we don’t have biases, never fall prey to them, and can readily identify them in other people without seeing the humor in that.

Now don’t get me wrong, cognitive biases all serve us biologically, as individuals.  Where they get wacky is when they get writ large onto public policy.  Anyway, this book is providing LOTS to think about, and I also got The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks with John Moyne (burst into tears on the first page, I’m SUCH a sap), Hardcore Zen by Brad Warner (punk rocker + Buddhism), and Spark (why exercise is important to cognition) by John J Ratey with Eric Hagerman.  Can ya tell what my cognitive biases are from this small sampling???

Dominion Day Roundup

Stop gay marriage or straight women will have no husbands!!!! Eeek.

Folks, even if that is all true, how can the accompanying drop in the birthrate be bad for the planet? I love how bigotry gets dressed in ‘utilitarian’ arguments.  That said, any time I detect bigotry in others, I allow myself a quiet moment to reflect on my own.  Sigh.  It is hard to be a grownup.  PS, Mr. Berman (as reprinted by Mr. Klinghoffer), sex toy technology has come a long way since the Roman Empire.  Your concern for my satisfaction and prospect of landing a sperm donor is touching, but completely unnecessary.  After all, the POINT of marriage (the cart, after all, needing to come behind the horse) is BABIES.  And those I can get – did get – without recourse to marriage at ALL.

Oh look, Dan Savage linked to the above noted link and Klinghoffer says that Dan Savage can’t be a good father because he uses bad language!

One of these days I’ll have to find that bit of writing “How to Teach Your Children to Swear.”  What we didn’t teach the kids, back when, was that swearing is a class issue.  The very most self-controlled and self-willed people do not curse, because it shows either lack of breeding or lack of self-control. And self-control, narrowly defined, is a necessary precursor to maintaining control over others.  That’s what it’s all there for.  Swearing as far as I’m concerned is part of the palette of human communication; blunt, uncompromising, emotional, limbic, genuine.  Disgusting, disturbing, vile, creepy and disrespectful, too.  Swearing is a signpost toward the things we find most frightening and, let’s face it, human. As blasphemy, it is anti-hierarchical and owns of no master; as language charged with sexuality and excretions, it voices what we strive to keep silent in daily life; as racial and ethnic slur it speaks to how easily we fall back into our emotional enclaves to lash out at a world of strange/different/smelly&rude.

Best things about Canada.  Apart from Hockey, mea culpa, I’m in.

Look at that… Miss Margot has decided to like raspberry jam.  This is a cat from MARS.

I can now see large swathes of my bedroom floor, but more cleaning and laundry delights await me.  Later I hope to go to the Burnaby Village Museum – it’s free today, and in homage to John, who never paid for a damned thing he could get for free, and to celebrate being Canadian, I thought a step back into the days of my foremothers might not go amiss.

Cinnamon buns are medicinal.

Having said that, I’d better get a batch of bread dough on…. Jeff is highly suggestible about any hinted-at treats.  And I have to sign off so he can update wordpress.  Have a great Canada Day, everyone!

I have finally listened to John and Brooke’s album.  It’s really, really good.  It’s also, coincidentally, among the top sellers on CDbaby right now!  Katie and I listened in the CanCar yesterday.

Stabby, stabby, stabby McStabberson

Which is what you say when rain wakes you up, and you lie listening to it and think “I’ve got a hat.”  You go back to sleep, wake up at 5:30 – and THERE IS AN INCH OF SNOW ON THE GROUND.  I knew this would happen.  I mean, I knew it would snow the week of Valentine’s day.  The increased amount of light through my bedroom window should have tipped me off.  Now to check the sfu.ca weather site.  They say there’s nothing to worry about, everything is fine.  I bet they lie like a cheap rug.  I checked the weather, and they aren’t even reporting the weather we are getting RIGHT NOW accurately.  I mean, unless you consider rain/snow mix to be accurate.  To be fair, it has both rained and snowed.  Jeff’s response when I said, “Have you seen outside?” just to watch him leap up from his computer to peer through the blind was brief and Anglo-Saxon.

The economy is tanking so hard, and it’s so much on my mind, that I woke up this morning thinking about it.  I thought, by the time this is all over we will have blamed everyone but ourselves.  Oh, better think of something cheerful.

How to make commuters happy.

How to make your own font.

How to make yourself more resistant to evil.

Something random.  But only if you like the FSM.

Yet another link to atheist quotes.

Film and links

Last night I viewed for the first time since I heard about it when I was 11, Carl Dreyer’s Passion of Joan of Arc.  Falconetti was as amazing as advertised, and there were shots and parts of the movie that were brilliant, but the parts that annoyed me were many, so I guess I didn’t watch it reverently enough.  Jeff rented it for me; that man indulges me scandalously.  In the end I was glad I saw it for Antonin Artaud’s performance.  Since I was quite small I’ve had a crush on Artaud, cause I thought and still think he was hotter than a two dollar pistol, even if he was severely crazy.

Don’t click here if you don’t want to find out why it’s a really bad idea to have sex with a raccoon.

Now that you’ve had a laugh at some drunken wacko’s expense, find out why you might feel bad about it.

Brain test

I just took a test at testmybrain.org.

The tests were for forward digital span, multiple object memory, abstract art memory, face memory and verbal paired associates.  I was above average for everything except word pairs.

Forward digital span, 9 (out of possible 11)

Multiple object memory 22 (out of possible 25)

Abstract art 24 (out of possible 25)

Face Memory 14 (out of possible 15)

Word pairs 14 (out of possible 25)

This is oddly comforting to me.  I feel like maybe I not so dumb as all that.

Too Long; Didn’t Read

One of the many useful internet acronyms is TL;DR.  That’s when your truncated attention span decides to step out for a soda.

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