May 27, 2012

May 27, 2012

building down

June 27, 2011
the blind men and the elephant

In behavioral neuroscience, there seems to be an emphasis on simple behavior paradigms. Behavior is complex and messy, so it needs to be tidied up.  The more prestigious journals favor simple, highly controlled and easily interpretable behavior paradigms typically linked to a clean, molecular manipulation yielding a tractable, digestible tidbit of data… nothing sprawling, confusing or nuanced.

The problem is, if you seek a simple answer, you are likely to find one.  And the world is filled with simple answers, mostly wrong.  The question is do we want our complexity— and the world is complicated— reflected in the data or in piecing together the tidbits? 

May 1, 2011
Equating Facts with Opinion

Political discourse seems increasingly dominated by a strategy of inducing confusion and then capitalizing on this confusion to spread distorted, misleading and even outright deceitful soundbytes to sway voters.  The American public is, for the most part, treated like idiot children.  What passes for political discussion in our nation, on one hand, obscures complexity with simple-minded soundbytes designed to generate support without understanding.  On the other hand, when the full complexity of an issue is trotted out, rarely is it informative or instructional but more often than not seems designed to obfuscate.  Such opaque discourse sends a subtextual message: “read between the lines, you are too dumb to figure this out, stick to the soundbytes and let the smart people do all the thinking.”

One of the most pernicious effects of this strategy is the gradual erosion of logical argument and truth and its replacement with a theatre of opinion.  Rational argument is predicated on the very simple ideas that (1) there are empirical facts against which arguments can be measured and (2) some arguments are better than others.  That is, not all ideas, views and opinions are equal.  The purpose of argument and discourse is to sift out the best.  Increasingly, though, we seem to be in a world where all opinions are created equal and the ones shouted the loudest by the most people carry the day.

One might expect the emergence of fact-checking websites to slow the progression of this theatre of opinion by providing pesky facts, debunking lies and clarifying distortions.  Unfortunately, even simple facts can be convoluted into opinion.  Case in point:

Congressman Ryan states that in his proposed privatized Medicare program Americans will all have access to healthcare “just like members of Congress and federal employees have.”  Sounds nice enough.  Certainly fair.  Is it true?

Glenn Kessler of the Washington Post in his fact-checker column says, “uh, no.”  Specifically, members of Congress are reimbursed for 75% of the cost of their selected insurance plan and required to pay the remaining 25% out-of-pocket.  It doesn’t matter what happens to health care cost or the consumer price index.  If health care triples, they still are reimbursed 75%.  For retirees in Ryan’s plan, however, the reimbursement amount is adjusted according to the consumer price index, which has been rising much slower than healthcare costs.  As a consequence, the cost of premiums could rise much faster than the increases in federal vouchers— leaving seniors, on a fixed budget, to eat the difference.

The aptly named website “HotAir.com” picks this up and says, “Kessler takes a page from the Politifact playbook, converting differences of opinion into factual disputes.”  Ah. The transmorgification of fact into opinion.  These are not facts, says HotAir, but ‘opinions’ construed as fact by the liberal media.  They proceed in the blog to discuss rather obscure processes by which the Congressional Budget Office (CBO) makes models and estimates.  In their view, its just a matter of opinion which model you believe.  According to the one they prefer, Ryan’s plan would cause healthcare costs to go down and, as a consequence, the costs to seniors will not rise exorbitantly.  Whose crystal ball is correct?

Who cares.  They key fact in this is that members of Congress do not have to gamble on crystal balls, models and opinions.  No matter the cost of healthcare (or the consumer price index), they are reimbursed 75%.  This is most certainly and factually not what Ryan is proposing for seniors.  Therefore, quite factually, it is not “just like members of Congress get.” 

But this difference between Ryan’s proposal and health benefits offered to members of Congress should very much be in the spotlight: Americans who pay into Medicare year after year after year of their working lives should expect the same assurances of affordable healthcare enjoyed by members of Congress, whose salaries and benefits working Americans also pay year after year.  Without this, talk of privatization should be off the table: a non-starter. 

Is this all a matter of opinion? HotAir.com tries to make it seem so.  It seems almost as if such writers want readers to pull their hair out thinking “this is all so complicated, I just give up.” But what’s important is not complicated at all.  And facts are facts: Ryan is not proposing a Medicare program ‘just like members of Congress have,’ though now that he mentions it, that is precisely what the American people should demand.

March 10, 2011
The Amish approach to Farmville

I recently decided to start playing Farmville to see what it was that engaged millions of people and generated millions of dollars for Zynga. I determined in advance I would not pull out the credit card, under any circumstance.  I figured I would be able to play for awhile and then would hit a preprogrammed wall where I would have to fork over some cash to keep having fun.

Nope. It turns out that you can develop a lovely farm and an ever increasing coin purse just by diligently planting and attending to your crops. Now, of course, this is no life of luxury.  No tractors. I have to click each plot one at a time to plow, rather than four at a time, but tractors require virtual fuel anyway, which cost virtual coin. My fuel supply is stockpiling.  I feel I should get a carbon credit.  And of course, no luxury items.  No 5000 coin sunglasses for me. No ostentatious farm manor, or kitschy holiday themed animals or exotic pets nearing extinction.  No vast expansion of my farm either, which would just require ever more clicking… and for what? Nope, just working the soil with my virtual, clicking hands, prudently reinvesting my coins and allowing a little capital to accumulate, a little cushion to cover the loss of an occasional withered crop.

Its not a bad virtual farm life.  I love the golden squares of ripened pineapple, the bright red cranberry bogs, my trees laden with citrus, cherries, and golden, rainbow apples. I love the greenhouse, the scientist in me marveling at the wonder of stasberries. I am quite fond of my couple of cows, few sheep, scattered fowl and the odd penguin.  And I have a nice shade lean-to when I want to just kick back, relax and take in the wonder and beauty of my farm, nature and the world.

The game is a little moral lesson in the virtue of leading a simple life, free from material striving and ostentatious, pointless consumption. It illustrates how full and rich life can be when you set aside the need for instant gratification, set aside greedy ambition, stop worrying about keeping up with the Jones’s and just live within your means enjoying the simple pleasures of a life well lived. 

Nope, I haven’t pulled out my credit card and Zynga has taught me an important life lesson. By the way, how on earth do they make so much money? I don’t know, I’m just a simple farmer. Gotta go milk the cow.

April 25, 2010

Midcoast Freeschool shanty at Versionfest

April 20, 2010
Friend wrote this… what’s your interpretation?

            After a while we went to the diner at Market and Church. Jason and I took a table next to a table of girls with strong jaws talking in deep voices. Under the light I saw their makeup shine, their hair stiff. They were hunched over burritos in conversation. Jason gave them a second glance as he sat down. One turned to Jason and said, “Say, darling. Do eat something. You look rather skinny in that wife beater. Are you trying to imitate a frat boy or something?”

“I am a frat boy,” Jason said.

“Ah, right. I’m captain of the cheerleading squad,” she responded. “Sounds like we’re a perfect match.” The girls introduced themselves as Alex, Jordan, and Brett.

“Brett. Like in Sun Also Rises,” I said.

“Yep. I’m totally the modern woman.” All but Jason laughed. I ordered us five beers. A sailor sitting a few tables down smiled at us.

“So what brings you all to the city?” Brett asked.

“How do you know I’m not from here?” Jason responded.

“Honey, no one in this city is from this city. Everyone’s a refugee. I escaped from Kansas City. God save me.”

“I doubt it,” Jason said.

“Dude.” I said. Alex stared at him. I turned back to Brett. “I’m from Chicago. Here for the summer for an internship. He’s studying at Cal. From Orange County.”

“I’m sorry,” Alex said with a Mexican accent.

Jason looked at him for a moment then turned to me, “Hey man, let’s get out of here. I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“Chill the fuck out. Drink your beer.” I turned back to the girls, “What do you guys do?”

“I think we both know the answer to that,” Brett said with a smile.

“I mean for a living.”

“Well I’m a waiter at Bearaccuda, and these two work for the ACLU. You’re both students, I assume? What do you study?”

“I’m an English and Political Science major. He’s geology.”

“Geology!” Alex said, “I should have guessed.”

“Why’s that?” Jason asked.

“Because you are stiff as a rock, sweetie. Why you don’t relax a bit?”

“He’s always stiff,” I said.

“In this neighborhood,” said Jordan, “So am I!” They all laughed.

Jason turned to me, “I’m getting out of here man. Here’s three bucks for the beer.” He grabbed his coat and headed for the door. I threw money on the table, apologized to the girls, and followed him out into the night.

April 18, 2010
diner

diner

April 1, 2010
like a drug…

Omfg. Beautiful day in Chicago.  First warm day capable of inducing a sheen of perspiration. I can’t stay indoors. Shuffling down Chicago Avenue, earbuds in, gawking at everything, everything seems beautiful and I just smile dumbly at everyone.  I feel like I’m 16 in the Arizona summer sun. I want to drink and fuck and dance and run or just do nothing and soak up the world. This is our reward for enduring winter, the euphoria of emerging into summer.  Feels fresh every time.

March 25, 2010
love this
bookshelfporn:

(via Nathan Bush)

love this

bookshelfporn:

(via Nathan Bush)