Cursing the darkness

Today I discovered a new blog, Illumination, written by Kevin Folta, a molecular biologist and tenured professor, whose blog tagline is:  An old adage says, “It is better to light a candle than to curse the darkness”. I think we better do both.

Gotta love that.

Anyway, I’ve been making my way through his posts.

This particular one was quite the read.  In it he gives up on trying to discuss genetically modified food with the naysayers.

Leaving the Limbaughs of the Left: Parting Thoughts on Prop37

. . . I swing from left to right on issue to issue, so my political philosophies don’t fit conveniently in a box.  However, I absolutely relate to a more left-leaning mindset, especially on social issues. It is a shame to witness the people I agree with on so many levels go completely off the deep end on the science of transgenic crops.  I expect this from the evolution hating, stem cell bashing, earth cooling goofballs on the right, but from those that allegedly embrace learning and education?

I’ve found many that oppose biotechnology to be some of the meanest, nastiest, narrow-minded people  I have ever encountered.  Those that say they honor nature, reason, and peace are such hypocrites. They too can be pointy, ignorant, arrogant and unchangeable, anchored in the mud of lies and misinformation that they refuse to be pulled out of. They blatantly shun the lifeline of logic.

Oh man, I feel your pain.  I can’t even discuss this issue with my husband.  Thom Hartmann says GMOs are bad, so it must be true, right? (Let’s just forget that whole “Argument from Authority” fallacy.)

It’s been a while since I’ve really gotten into it with any of my left-leaning friends, but then again, I’ve been otherwise occupied with making photographs. Or maybe it’s because I’ve come to the same conclusions as Kevin:  Why bother?

His post reminded me of one I wrote awhile back: Denialism, it ain’t just on the right

It frustrates me to no end to see intelligent people on the left crowing about how stupid and science-denying the right is when it comes to things like evolution and climate change and then turn around and insist that the government,  big pharma, the NIH, yada yada yada, are in cahoots to either “keep us all sick” or “kill us all.”  That cell phones will give us all cancer. That apricots will cure cancer. (Does that mean I should be munching on an apricot while on my iPhone, just to balance things out?)

In recent days I’ve tried to gently discuss the newest food fad, gluten-free food, with a co-worker who swears it is making her feel better and more energetic.  I asked her if she’d been diagnosed with Celiac disease, a real ailment that really does require restricting gluten. Oh, no, she hadn’t gone to a doctor, but cutting out flour made her feel So Much Better.  <sigh> I didn’t even bother trying to talk about confirmation bias or the bandwagon effect.  I just poured my coffee and went back to my desk.

Seriously, it’s like pissing into the wind sometimes.  Still, I suspect I’ll keep plugging.

© Carissa Snedeker

Social Media – A tool for “psychics”

I just read this interesting blog post by Mark Edward, professional mentalist, exposing the Long Island Medium.

Is Kaputo Caputo Yet? (SkepticBlog)

In addition to the standard cold reading tactics, he notes:

Like many of the latest crop of bullshit tossers making the rounds, Theresa and her savvy crew have learned from the mistakes of others like Sally Morgan, John Edward and Jimmy VanPraagh. Instead of taking chances with too much guessing, Theresa bumps-up her percentage of hits and avoids bad misses by front-loading her stage shows with a combination of techniques; some time tested like cold reading and planting previous clients they have already read for in specific seats in the audience, (ala Rosemary Altea on the Penn & teller “Bullshit!” episode I worked on) but also making use of the latest social media outlets.

In combination with selling seats through Ticketmaster and the use of credit cards, Facebook, Fousquare, Twitter and all the rest of the latest places people post private information, our own egocentric fascination with ourselves makes it easy for the techie-smart-agent or producer to make seeming miracles happen. Like the old days when the gypsy only needed to tell her sitters what they wanted to hear about themselves, we are now in an era when anyone can tell you more about yourself than you might ever want to know.

At the show we saw, at one point Theresa asked a woman, “…Why am I picking up baby clothes?” To which the woman replied, “On, that’s weird. I just put up a bunch of pictures of baby clothes on my Facebook page!”

[ . . . ]

As in the Belgian PSA posted a few weeks back – the information gathering search and destroy technique is a goldmine for the entrepreneur showman and underscores the need for caution in placing anything on the internet – especially if you plan to visit a high-end medium or buy tickets to one of their shows. I know I’m preaching to the choir once again here and it’s not likely if you are reading this you would do such a thing, but you might know someone who would – and they should be warned.

See also:

Long Island Medium: A Tall Story (Karen Stollznow)

The Skeptic’s Dictionary (an incredibly depressing read, by the way)

 

Truth Matters

This guy got Freshly Pressed, and deservedly so.

For all my family, friends, and acquaintances who wish I would just shut the fuck up and let them believe all manner of nonsense, be it pseudoscience, political or what-have-you.

THIS:

There are people in my own circle of friends who do this kind of thing all the time, this spreading of disinformation via their own lack of information. What makes me nuts is that several of these people have jobs that are fact-dependent, that require critical thinking or enhanced deductive capabilities. In some cases, lives are in the balance and only a well-considered action is acceptable. Intelligent, detailed, capable people who toss all that shit right out the window when they see a photo with words pasted onto it. Then it’s game on, facts be damned.** Some have been guilty of this since the Fwd:Fwd:Fwd: days, and they have gotten downright pissy with me for calling them out on this willful spread of low-grade ca-ca.

Why do I care, you ask? Because it’s a waste of time. Because I want to believe that the people around me aren’t knee-jerk emotional reactionists willing to dispense with logic because the internet is such a shining bastion of quality information. Because it takes no time at all to stop, consider, and question. Because truth is better than bullshit. Because right is better than wrong, especially when wrong does nothing to move us forward.

So, when I send back your email with links to Snopes or other information correcting your error, or comment on your BS Facebook posting, this  is why.  Truth matters. Always.

More than that, I love you and I don’t want you to look like a fool.

What PZ said

Times eleventy. 

Fair weather atheists and sunshine skeptics

I am so fed up with skeptics who look down on atheists because they apply critical thinking to religion.

I don’t give a damn about your tradition. I call it institutionalized intellectual cowardice. This rationale was a roundabout excuse to tiptoe around the hulking monster of gullibility and foolishness that has dominated the US for so long, to nibble at the margins and pick off targets only supported by a minority. It was safe. It maximized the potential membership of the movement. It actually dealt with real issues in critical thinking and the evaluation of the evidence, I will give it that, and I still regard this limited ‘empirical skepticism’ as a valuable part of the movement, but somehow the old guard has gotten it in their heads that they are the gatekeepers of skepticism, and they get to dictate what may be criticized.

I’m quite sure they did dread Skepticon. It was an honest skeptical conference that wasn’t afraid to address big issues that matter, didn’t compromise on religion, and didn’t shy away from the elephant dancing in the room.

But oh, no, a real skeptic conference is supposed to limit itself to UFOs, and chupacabras, and bigfoot, and ESP. As if we have a gigantic problem with a Republican government diverting vast resources into the search for cryptids and mind-reading, as if our educational system is overwhelmed with demand to teach the controversy about little green men, as if religion is somehow on a completely different plane from beliefs about alternative medicine or quantum vibrations.

 

Dreaming the future? Association and the Odds

In reference to my post below . . .

In Chapter 7 of Richard Wiseman’s excellent book Paranormality: Why we see what isn’t there (2011), he discusses the how our minds work when it comes to interpreting our dreams and how we can fool ourselves into believing we actually saw the future.  It’s called “association.”

A similar principle applies to your memory for dreams. In the same way that the associated words helped you remember words you couldn’t instantly recall from the original list, so an event that happens to you when you are awake can trigger the memory of a dream. To discover the relationship between this effect and the gift of prophesy, let’s imagine three nights of disturbed dreaming.

On day one you go to bed after a hard day at work. You shut your eyes and slowly lose consciousness. Throughout the night you drift through the various stages of sleep and experience several dreams. At ten past seven your brain once again bursts into action and presents you with another entirely fictitious episode. For the next 20 minutes you find yourself visiting an ice cream factory, falling into a huge vat of raspberry ripple, and attempting to eat your way out. Just when you can take no more, your alarm clock sounds and you wake up with fragments of the factory and raspberry ripple ice cream drifting through your mind.

On day two the same series of events unfold. You go to bed, drift to sleep and have several dreams. At two o’clock in the morning you are right in the middle of a rather sinister dream in which you are driving along a dark country lane. Eric Chuggers, your all-time favourite rock star is sitting in the passenger seat, and the two of you are chatting easily. Suddenly a giant purple frog jumps out in front of the car, you swerve to avoid the frog but go off the road and hit a tree. However, tonight your cat feels a tad peckish and decides to come and pester you for food. As she jumps onto the bed you wake up from the dream with a vague memory of Eric Chuggers, a giant purple frog, a tree and impending death.

On the third night you again fall asleep. At four o’clock in the morning you experience a rather traumatic dream. It is a surreal affair, with you being forced to audition for the part of an Oompa-Loompa in a new film version of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Although successful, you subsequently discover that the orange makeup and green hair dye used in the audition is permanent. You suddenly wake up feeling very stressed, remember the audition and spend the next 20 minutes trying to figure out the symbolic meaning of the dream. You then go back to sleep for the rest of the night.

In the morning you wake up, turn on the radio and are shocked to discover that Eric Chuggers was killed in a car accident during the night.

According to the news report, Chuggers was driving through the city, swerved to avoid another car that had drifted onto the wrong side of the road, and collided with a lamppost. Bingo. In the same way that the words ‘time’ and ‘gallop’ helped you remember the words ‘clock’ and ‘horse’, so the news report acts as a trigger, and the dream about the car accident jumps into your mind. You forget about consuming copious amounts of raspberry ripple ice cream, and the stressful Oompa-Loompa audition. Instead, you remember the one dream that appears to match events in the real world and so become convinced that you may well possess the power of prophesy.

And it doesn’t stop there. Soon after convincing yourself that you had a glimpse of the future while fast asleep, a ‘let’s make this experience as spooky as possible’ part of your mind gets to work. Because dreams tend to be somewhat surreal they have the potential to be twisted to match the events that actually transpired. In reality, Eric Chuggers was not driving along a country lane, did not hit a tree and the accident didn’t involve a giant purple frog. However, a country lane is similar to a city road, and a lamppost looks a bit like a tree. And what about the giant purple frog? Well, maybe that symbolized something unexpected, such as the car that drifted onto the wrong side of the road. Or maybe it turns out that Chuggers was on hallucinogenic drugs and so might have thought that the oncoming car was indeed a giant purple frog. Or maybe you see a photograph from the scene of the accident and discover that Chuggers’ car had a purple mascot on the dashboard. Or maybe an advertising billboard close to the accident contains an image of a giant frog. Or maybe Chuggers’ next album was going to have a frog on the cover. Or maybe Chuggers was wearing a purple shirt at the time of the collision. You get the point. Provided that you are creative and want to believe that you have a psychic link with the recently deceased Mr Chuggers, the possibilities for matches are limited only by your imagination.

[ . . . ]

In short, you have lots of dreams and encounter lots of events. Most of the time the dreams are unrelated to the events, and so you forget about them. However, once in a while one of the dreams will correspond to one of the events. Once this happens, it is suddenly easy to remember the dream and convince yourself that it has magically predicted the future. In reality, it is just the laws of probability at work.

This theory also helps explain a rather curious feature of precognitive dreaming. Most premonitions involve a great deal of doom and gloom, with people regularly foreseeing the assassination of world leaders, attending the funeral of close friends, seeing planes falling out of the sky, and watching as countries go to war. People rarely report getting a glimpse of the future and seeing someone deliriously happy on their wedding day or being given a promotion at work. Sleep scientists have discovered that around 80 per cent of dreams are far from sweet, and instead focus on negative events. Because of this, bad news is far more likely than good news to trigger the memory of a dream, explaining why so precognitive dreams involve foreseeing death and disaster.

[ . . . ]

Of course, those who believe in paranormal matters might argue that they are convinced by instances when people tell their friends and family about a dream, or describe it in a diary, and then discover that it matches future events. Do these instances constitute a miracle of the mind?

In a word, no.  Dreams often reflect our anxieties, but even when we are not anxious, the odds for dreaming about a disaster are strikingly high. Wiseman continues:

Let’s take a closer look at the numbers associated with these seemingly supernatural experiences.

First, let’s select a random person from Britain and call him Brian. Next, let’s make a few assumptions about Brian. Let’s assume that Brian dreams each night of his life from age 15 to 75. There are 365 days in each year, so those 60 years of dreaming will ensure that Brian experiences 21,900 nights of dreams. Let’s also assume that an event like the Aberfan disaster will only happen once in each generation, and randomly assign it to any one day. Now, let’s assume that Brian will only remember dreaming about the type of terrible events associated with such tragedy once in his entire life. The chances of Brian having his ‘disaster’ dream the night before the actual tragedy is about a massive 22,000 to 1. Little wonder that Brian would be surprised if it happened to him.

However, here comes the sneaky bit. When Brian is thinking about the chances of the event happening to him he is being very self-centred. In the 1960s there were around 45 million people in Britain, and this same set of events could have happened to any of them. Given that we have already calculated that the chances of any one of them having the ‘disaster’ dream one night and the tragedy happening the following day is about 22,000 to 1, we would expect 1 person in every 22,000, or roughly 2,000 people, to have this amazing experience in each generation. To say that this group’s dreams are accurate is like shooting an arrow into a field, drawing a target around it after it has landed and saying, ‘wow, what are the chances of that!’

The principle is known as the ‘Law of Large Numbers’, and states that unusual events are likely to happen when there are lots of opportunities for that event. It is exactly the same with any national lottery. The chances of any one person hitting the jackpot is millions to one, but still it happens as regular as clockwork each week because such a large number of people buy tickets.

For genuine evidence of premonitions then, the situation is even worse than we have imagined. Our example only concerned people dreaming about the Aberfan tragedy. In reality, national and international bad fortune happens on an almost daily basis. Aeroplane crashes, tsunamis, assassinations, serial killers, earthquakes, kidnappings, acts of terrorism, and so on. Given that people dream about doom and gloom more often than not, the numbers quickly stack up and acts of apparent prophesy are inevitable.

I highly recommend Wiseman’s book (only available on Kindle in the U.S. – but you can download the Kindle app for your PC or iPhone for free). 

Who is Richard Wiseman?  Another one of those “science fundies.”

From his web site:

Psychologist and author Prof Richard Wiseman carries out research into luck, the science of self-help, perception, belief and deception.  A passionate advocate for science, Richard’s best selling books have been translated into over 30 languages, and the Independent On Sunday recently named him as one of the top 100 people who make Britain a better place to live.

Explore the site to discover more about Richard’s work and visit his daily blog on quirky psychology.

Latest book
Paranormality takes a skeptical look at the paranormal and examines how seemingly supernatural phenomena reveal a great deal about your brain, beliefs, and behaviour

What good did it do?

Oooh….Susie had a premonition. And gosh, gee, how dare we ”science fundies” doubt her. Since it is unlikely that anyone else will see my comment at her post, I have posted it below.

I guess I’m what you would call one of those “science fundies” because I want to ask, if indeed your “premonition” was just that what good was it? Understand that I am asking this from a great deal of pain, as a quick visit to my blog will show. So, how could your premonition have helped? What good can it do? You say you saw a plane crash, but not where and when, right? So after the fact you say, hey, oh yeah, I “saw” it.

How will that help the wounded, the grieving, those who will suffer emotional trauma for this for years? What good does this post do except for you to tell us that you think you’re special?

The next time you have one of these dreams, be specific. Tell us when, where , who, and then maybe, just maybe, something can be done to prevent it. Otherwise, keep it to yourself.

Denialism, it ain’t just on the right

Peter Daou has an excellent post up about the climate change denialists, how they are predominantly rightwing, and how their denialism may very well kill this planet. I have no disagreement with him there.

He quotes Bill McKibben who points to the right’s distrust of government and scientific authority:

 . . . But while oil and coal contributions track remarkably close to political alignment for many senators, they are not the only explanation. Money only exerts political influence if it can be connected to some ideological stance—even Inhofe won’t stand up and say, “I think global warming is a hoax because my campaign treasurer told me to.” In fact, some conservatives have begun to question endless fossil-fuel subsidies—since we’ve known how to burn coal for hundreds of years, it’s not clear why the industry needs government help.

No, something else is causing people to fly into a rage about climate. Read the comments on one of the representative websites: Global warming is a “fraud” or a “plot.” Scientists are liars out to line their pockets with government grants. Environmentalism is nothing but a money-spinning “scam.” These people aren’t reading the science and thinking, I have some questions about this. They’re convinced of a massive conspiracy.

I’ve got news for Bill, this isn’t a right-wing failing. We on the left have got our deniers too. I’ve just finished reading Michal Specter’s Denialism: How Irrational Thinking Harms the Planet and Threatens Our Lives in which he takes on the denialists of all stripes and concludes:

I neglected the first law of denialism. The truth is NOT going to get in the way of people who are moved by faith, greed, fear, or desire to deny what they see. I should have known that. I’ve been watching and writing about this kind of behavior for years. It would be nice to chalk it all up to right-wing nuts with parochial economic interests, but that wouldn’t be accurate.

And that brings me to the second truth of denialism: denialism transcends politics. Yes, opponents of evolution attack science, progress, and reality from the right. But the growing army of organic food fundamentalists, so eager to cast scientific data aside in their certainty that organic foods will save the world, hail from the other side of the political spectrum. The dietary supplement industry, propelled by the conviction that every American has the right to swallow any pill he or she can get his hands on, no matter how useless or damaging, represents the counter-cultural left and the libertarian right in equal measure. I wish I could argue that the most maddening denialists of all — those who see vaccines as threats to their children’s health rather than bulwarks agains terrible disease — were poorly educated. They are not. I’ve had more arguments with Ivy League graduates about whether measles shots can cause autism (no connection has ever been demonstrated) or whether multiple vaccines can overpower an infant’s immune system (they can’t) than I care to recall. Sadly, the vaccine activists so willing to deny reality are some of the best-educated, most caring, thoughtful, and misguided people I have ever known.

This is what my inbox tells me. It frustrates me to no end to see intelligent people on the left crowing about how stupid and science-denying the right is when it comes to things like evolution and climate change and then turn around and insist that the government,  big pharma, the NIH, yada yada yada, are in cahoots to either “keep us all sick” or “kill us all.”  That cell phones will give us all cancer. That apricots will cure cancer. (Does that mean I should be munching on an apricot while on my iPhone, just to balance things out?)

Sadly, I doubt that this blog post will do much, if anything, to change their minds. But I keep on trying.

Geek, Part II

I made myself useful to her. I go back a long way with laptops and recalcitrant LCD projectors. 

The hero worship aside, I left SkeptiCal 2011 with new friends, new knowledge and renewed purpose.

Yau-Man Chan gave us the straight skinny on the Reality of Reality TV.

Dr. Peter Gleick presented on The Integrity of Science and Climate Change: Logical Fallacies and Abuse of Science

Dr. Anthony Pratkanis (the world’s most trusted social psychologist!) taught us all how to use Influence and Persuasion in Selling Flim-Flam. But he warned us about “the heat.”

Sweetie and I attended two breakout sessions apiece. He chose his and I chose: Guerrilla Skepticism in Wikipedia (it’s not what it sounds), and Art and Skepticism facilitated by SkepChick Amy Davis Roth (creator of Surly-Ramics – yes, I bought one). 

The Art and Skepticism breakout ended with Victor Harris performing his poem:

Weird Science

I am an amazing amalgamation of milliseconds,
a compilation of coincidences,
a collection of infinitely small spans of time
that separate me from the possibility of my blood line.
I have managed to out run
500 million of my brothers and sisters to be here today,
continuing a chain of happenstance
that began moments after the big bang
brought the universe into being.
Matter and energy cannot be
created or destroyed, so the same
molecules that make up me
in this instance have been in existence
for over 13 billion years.
We are heavenly,
but there is no godly hand
evident in the creation of man,
I can instead trace evidence
of my being into the cosmos,
the same elements that make
me unique have been sourced
to create the universe,
I mean, forget Jesus, stars died,
galaxies gave their lives to form my fingertips;
how could I not find wonder in waking up,
be amazed at everyday I open my eyes,
each day I’m granted more time
on this little blue marble
floating through the vast emptiness of space?
I am in awe of life,
to quote Carl Sagan,
“I find it elevating and exhilarating
to discover that we live in a universe,
which permits the evolution of molecular machines
as intricate and subtle as we.”
I am left breathless by the understanding
that my continuance is an example
of the improbable versus the impossible,
and despite what some might think
this gives my life more meaning,
makes each day more precious,
brings into sharp contrast
the importance of each interaction,
lends weight and reality
to the precious actuality
of each person I allow into my life,
because I see that they
are an amazing amalgamation of milliseconds,
a compilation of coincidences,
a collection of infinitely small spans of time
that separates them from the possibility of their blood line,
so I lend assistance where I am able,
offer compassion when I can,
and a hug when life’s weight
proves to great for them to stand,
because when I’m gone
these memories will be
the markers of my legacy,
allowing me to exist for eternity…
or at least a few generations
past my mental exit from this planet,
that moment when my atoms
are reconnected with the cosmos.
I live my life relaxed and happy
knowing that I could be gone tomorrow,
like Stephen Hawking said
“When your expectations are reduced to zero,
you really appreciate everything you have.”

 ~ Victor Harris © 2010