Cognitive Neuroscience And You

Who Wants to Be a Cognitive Neuroscientist Millionaire? A researcher (from my alma mater, Boston University) uses his understanding of the human brain to advance on a popular quiz show.

Another cognitive process essential for winning on Millionaire is intuition, or more precisely, knowing how to make decisions based on intuition. What if you have a feeling about an answer? What should you do with your hunch? Folk wisdom holds that on standardized tests you should go with your first impulse. Research tends to support this idea: a first impulse is more often correct than a second, revised decision. But what if $250,000 is at stake? "More often correct" does not seem certain enough to serve as a basis for a decision. How can you evaluate the true likelihood of a hunch being accurate?

This is a great read. Especially when you get sentences like this:

My neurohormones whipped from black misery to shining ebullience, saturating my brain in a boiling cauldron of epinephrine and endorphins.

Dork.

A *little* less Santorum in the Senate

So, it looks like the Blues (Have the parties always been denoted by the same colors, or is this a recent, TV-news-map-on-the-wall-influenced thing?) managed to waltz in to control both the House and Senate after voters told the nation, "Hey! These people suck! I'm voting against them!!" Is this a "national referendum" of some sort? Does it signal a major shift in the political landscape of the nation? Hardly.

As Steven Colbert so adeptly points out, the only thing this signals is a shift in who gets to blame whom for all of our problems. Even if the Dems actually wanted to "cut & run" (the Neo-Cons have great PR and marketing minds working for them, you have to admit) in Iraq, it's next to impossible. So, come 2008, who's going to be out there saying "Look at this effed up war we're in, people!" while pointing fingers? Likely both sides. We'll see who it actually makes it work for them, I guess.

I'd say the best news to come out of this election is the fact that "santorum" will soon be nothing more than a nasty slang word.

Unfortunately, my home state tacked up a big "No Queers Allowed" sign... It boggles me, but at least I did my part.

I'm Not Dead Yet!

It's been an interesting week in some respects, and it's bound to get even more interesting tomorrow. The radio silence is unintentional, but not too surprising.

One thing worth mentioning: Thanks to all kinds of peer pressure from the dorks at work, I downloaded the 10-day trial for World Of Warcraft and got it installed last Thursday. I never played Evercrack, but boy is this game dangerous. My Tauren hunter is now level 13 14, and I'm very afraid. I'd do myself a favor if I just let the trial expire...

Dilbert Dude Hacks Brain

Scott Adams, creator of every office worker's favorite comic strip, lost his voice a while back. Now he's tricked his brain into giving it back.

My theory was that the part of my brain responsible for normal speech was still intact, but for some reason had become disconnected from the neural pathways to my vocal cords. (That's consistent with any expert's best guess of what's happening with Spasmodic Dysphonia. It's somewhat mysterious.) And so I reasoned that there was some way to remap that connection. All I needed to do was find the type of speaking or context most similar -- but still different enough -- from normal speech that still worked. Once I could speak in that slightly different context, I would continue to close the gap between the different-context speech and normal speech until my neural pathways remapped. Well, that was my theory. But I'm no brain surgeon.

The secret (for him) was rhyming!

Good Things

A categorized list: Hip Hop

Geek

  • Firefox 2.0 is out and seems worth the update. I do suggest getting the Tabbrowser Preferences extension, because I hate those tab close buttons on every tab. The inline spell checking is worth the price of admission, though.
  • Outside.in (from Steve Berlin Johnson) is interesting, but I'm not sure it turns me on just yet. Not a whole lot of content for my neck of the woods so far.

TeeVee

Darn Bonobo Punks!

Great Ape Scolded for Pulling Fire Alarm

The fire alarm is on a wall in the bonobo home in an area used by the apes and members of the scientific team. Panbanisha is one of seven bonobos at the Great Ape Trust, and was among the first group to arrive in April 2005. Bonobos are among the most human-like of the great apes.

Unfortunately, this story was posted to the Monkey Wire email list with the title "Great Ape Scolded for Pulling Fire Arm". That would have been a much more entertaining (er... I mean worrisome or something like that...) story!

Deus ex Point/Counterpoint

This month's issue of Wired (to which I have recently (re)subscribed for almost entirely different reasons than I did in the 90s) has a cover story by Gary Wolf called Battle of the New Atheism. The so-called "New Atheism" is, in particular, the brand of atheism espoused by Richard Dawkins whose latest book is called The God Delusion. Dawkins is extremem in his atheism -- to the point of anti-theism. He thinks tolerating the good that religion does is as evil as tolerating the evil religion does. It's an extreme view, but one many people are adopting, it seems.

"I'm quite keen on the politics of persuading people of the virtues of atheism," Dawkins says, after we get settled in one of the high-ceilinged, ground-floor rooms. He asks me to keep an eye on his bike, which sits just behind him, on the other side of a window overlooking the street. "The number of nonreligious people in the U.S. is something nearer to 30 million than 20 million," he says. "That's more than all the Jews in the world put together. I think we're in the same position the gay movement was in a few decades ago. There was a need for people to come out. The more people who came out, the more people had the courage to come out. I think that's the case with atheists. They are more numerous than anybody realizes."

Dawkins looks forward to the day when the first U.S. politician is honest about being an atheist. "Highly intelligent people are mostly atheists," he says. "Not a single member of either house of Congress admits to being an atheist. It just doesn't add up. Either they're stupid, or they're lying. And have they got a motive for lying? Of course they've got a motive! Everybody knows that an atheist can't get elected."

That "Smart people are atheists, and I'm wicked smart, so I hate your 'God'!" attitude is largely what turns me off when I read or hear something from Dawkins.

Myself, I'm a card carrying agnostic. My views on spirituality are as variable as the weather, honestly, but my opinions on religion are fairly static:

  • Fundamentalists are evil in their intolerance
  • Organized religion often gives fundamentalists a means to get people to act on their intolerance (take your pick: Crusades or "jihads")
  • Religious ceremony gives me the heebie jeebies.
  • (These basics can be extrapolated further, but these are sufficient for this particular monologue.)

Basically, I think religion is a lot like sexual preference: as long as you're not causing someone else harm, it's all good.Personally, I don't really buy most definitions of "God". In fact, the Wired article has a pretty good description of me:

... technical and scientific people, possibly the social group that is least likely among all Americans to be religious. Most of these people call themselves agnostic, but they don't harbor much suspicion that God is real. They tell me they reject atheism not out of piety but out of politeness. As one said, "Atheism is like telling somebody, 'The very thing you hinge your life on, I totally dismiss.'" This is the type of statement she would never want to make.

So anyway, you get the point. Dawkins says all relgion is BAAAAD, I don't really agree because lots of religious folks are genuinely good people and I see no reason to crush their beliefs just because I don't share them.

Case in counterpoint: Terry Eagleton in the London Book Review's coverage of Dawkins' tome: Lunging, Flailing, Mispunching (which comes to me via Garret)

Dawkins considers that all faith is blind faith, and that Christian and Muslim children are brought up to believe unquestioningly. Not even the dim-witted clerics who knocked me about at grammar school thought that. For mainstream Christianity, reason, argument and honest doubt have always played an integral role in belief. (Where, given that he invites us at one point to question everything, is Dawkins’s own critique of science, objectivity, liberalism, atheism and the like?) Reason, to be sure, doesn’t go all the way down for believers, but it doesn’t for most sensitive, civilised non-religious types either. Even Richard Dawkins lives more by faith than by reason. We hold many beliefs that have no unimpeachably rational justification, but are nonetheless reasonable to entertain. Only positivists think that ‘rational’ means ‘scientific’. Dawkins rejects the surely reasonable case that science and religion are not in competition on the grounds that this insulates religion from rational inquiry. But this is a mistake: to claim that science and religion pose different questions to the world is not to suggest that if the bones of Jesus were discovered in Palestine, the pope should get himself down to the dole queue as fast as possible. It is rather to claim that while faith, rather like love, must involve factual knowledge, it is not reducible to it. For my claim to love you to be coherent, I must be able to explain what it is about you that justifies it; but my bank manager might agree with my dewy-eyed description of you without being in love with you himself.

Now, why can't more believers express themselves like Mr. Eagleton? Why does the Christian mainstream seem to be more about banning the study of evolution and other such nonesense? Perhaps the rational, sensible church-goers tend not to make much noise. (You would expect so, since they should be tolerant types filled with love for all things, right?) If so, they should realize that much like Mr. Dawkins makes folks like me look like elitist pricks, the teeth-gnashers are making them look like loons.

I'm sure Rod would be able to go on for days on this subject. Personally I'm worn out... I'll just close with the Gary Wolf's sentiment after a discussion with Sam Harris author of The End of Faith: Religion, Terror, and the Future of Reason and Letter to a Christian Nation:

Here is the atheist prayer: that our reason will subjugate our superstition, that our intelligence will check our illusions, that we will be able to hold at bay the evil temptation of faith.

Stingrays: Assassins of the Sea

I'm sure you, like all of us, assumed the unfortunate stingray stabbing death of conservationist and TV star, Steve Irwin was just a freak accident. Well, maybe we shouldn't be so sure.

An 81-year-old boater was in critical condition Thursday after a stingray flopped onto his boat and stung him, leaving a foot-long barb in his chest, authorities said.

Whoa... Hold on a sec... The stingray jumped into the boat and stabbed the dude in the chest? And we're calling this a freak accident, too?

I just don't know about that, my friend...

The Nose Knows

It must have been sometime in college that I read Perfume: The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Suskind. It easily became one of my all-time favorite novels. (It also makes an interesting gift for a new girlfriend, FYI. There are two copies in my house... I'm just sayin'...) Now I see that they're releasing a movie based on the novel, and the trailer doesn't look half bad.

I make no claims for the film, but the book is highly recommended.

Monkey News Roundup

First, we'll compare and contrast the human/primate relations in India as depicted by two stories:

  1. Monkey throws brick, woman killed -- On the campus of a hospital, no less!
  2. Villagers pray for recovery of monkey -- Little guy fried himself on an electric transformer.

The monkey news in the US is much less... Um... Am I a bad person if I say "entertaining"? Anyway...

Former employee blames UC Davis officials in monkey deaths

Several weeks later, the heater at the Animal Resources Service building blew hot air into the animals' room, raising the temperature to about 115 degrees.

Yeah, that's just gross.

Music To Be Disgruntled To

And all-time favorite track of mine, "Ship Of Fool (Save Me From Tomorrow)" by World Party, came on the iPod today, and the lyrics just kind of hit me:

Avarice and greed are gonna drive you over the endless sea They will leave you drifting in the shallows Drowning in the oceans of history Traveling the world, you're in search of no good But I'm sure you'll build your Sodom like you knew you would Using all the good people for your galley slaves As your little boat struggles through the warning waves But you don't, pay

You will pay tomorrow You're gonna pay tomorrow You're gonna pay tomorrow

Oh, save me, save me from tomorrow I don't want to sail with this Ship of Fools, no, no Oh, save me, save me from tomorrow I don't want to sail with this Ship of Fools, no, no

I'm guessing Brozo might get the connection.

What's "cursive"?

The Handwriting Is on the Wall

When handwritten essays were introduced on the SAT exams for the class of 2006, just 15 percent of the almost 1.5 million students wrote their answers in cursive. The rest? They printed. Block letters.

And those college hopefuls are just the first edge of a wave of U.S. students who no longer get much handwriting instruction in the primary grades, frequently 10 minutes a day or less. As a result, more and more students struggle to read and write cursive.

I haven't written in cursive since early high school, I think, at which point a drafting class had me convinced that printing was not only more legible, but at least as easy to perform.

Nowadays, my most frequent use of a pen is to sign my name on credit card slips.

Hey! Look at little Derwin!

One of my proudest achievements in life has been finding a girl as wonderful as Heather to sign on for the role of The Wife. Two years ago, after a nine year "test drive" that had us crossing such milestones as moving across the country, putting her through grad school, and buying a house together, we finally made things official.

Smile big in the gazebo

I'm not really sure what we were waiting for, but hey, it's not the destination but rather the journey, right?

Avs RULE!

Thanks to Brozo and his dad, I had the extreme pleasure of taking in the Colorado Avalanche vs. the Dallas Stars on the NHL's opening night from the Xcel Energy suite in the Pepsi Center last night. (Avs lost 2-3 in OT. They owned the first two periods - up 2-0 in the second intermission, and then Dallas took it all away in the 3rd and the extra frame.) Freakin' good times, yo.

Love the Bucket Originally uploaded by Jake Sutton.

Highlights:

  • Matty's dad, Dennis asked "What happened with Leopold?" (the new Avalanche defenseman we got in trade for Alex Tanguay, who is starting the season on the Injured Reserve) Matt's cousin Nels answered, "He broke his pussy!"
  • The suite steward came in occasionally to make sure our free (to us) beer and nacho/fajita feast was well stocked. At one point he came up behind me as I sat in one of the plush leather chairs with a bucket filled with ice and beer: "Here, why don't you just put this down by your feet." I love that guy.
  • There was a dude a couple rows in front of us who would occasionally stand up with arms raised and holler "AVS... RULE!!" We found this hilarious. He was obviously trying to start a chant, but instead he got catcalls and Macho Man-styled echoes from Matt's buddy Aaron. One of the guys in the suite next to us was amused enough by our taunts that he suggested maybe "Beer... RULES!" would be more appropriate.
  • That suite next to us belonged to ClearChannel and featured a veritable rainbow of alternate lifestyles and hipsters. At one point a gal joined the other weirdos and exclaimed, "How did all the freaks end up in the suite tonight?" Matty and I aggreed that her sentiment also applied in our suite.

Thanks again, Men of the Brozovich Clan. I had a hell of a time.

Quick Hits

TV Tidbits

One of my brother-in-law's best friends from Brockton is a television writer. He'd just gotten his first big gig writing for a show on fox called Happy Hour on Fox. It's a sitcom from the creators of That 70's Show and while it wasn't quite the genius show that 70's was right off the bat, we could see definite potential and each show had at least a couple laugh-out-loud jokes. (It looks like critics generally panned it, but real people thought is was OK. Typical.) Now Brilliant But Cancelled is proclaiming the demise of the show. My first clue was when my TiVo said the next episode wouldn't be recorded because it was no longer in the program guide, now I find news of its "hiatus" online and I'm more than a little bummed. I was just talking to Shawn in LA a week ago, and he was truly psyched to be working on the show and with the team involved. I'm not too worried about him -- he finally seems to be getting real footholds in Hollywood, but I was really looking forward to watching the show evolve. I guess there's the waaaay outside chance the show will actually be back in November, but nobody seems to think so. In more positive news, I watched the premiere of Heroes on NBC tonight and man, am I excited about that one.  It's right up my alley, for sure. Looks like everyone else digs it, too. Highly recommended.