Thursday, April 30, 2015

Dunning and Krueger Strike Again

I'm finally going to discuss something I'm halfway competent at! And I’m discussing being halfway competent!

Last year I saw an article about Chiropractors trying to get approved as primary medical practitioners, like Physicians and Nurse Practitioners. I don't remember exactly where it was.

In the article a Chiropractor was quoted saying that they have a very good medical education... over a thousand hours.

I can't really evaluate their program qualitatively, but to some degree a quantitative comparison could work instead, just as a rough guess. My first thought when I saw that number is, that's eight around what I've got. I'm an EMT-2, Intermediate, and my course was right around a thousand hours.

Med school is probably closer to ten thousand hours, an order of magnitude up. Probably. I'm not exactly sure, since they don't seem to sleep much. With a tenth of the training I can hardly begin to comprehend how they assess their patients and make their decisions.

I was reminded of this today when I saw an article in the Vancouver Sun about ambulance wait times. In it the Surrey fire chief was quoted as saying that getting advanced life support faster would probably be good, but getting basic life support - a "transport ambulance" - doesn't make as much difference, because firefighters do many of the same things.

Now, I was a firefighter before I started doing this, so I remember a little of the medical training. We got one week. 40 hours. 1/25th the amount as the EMT-2s.

That chief just ran up against the Dunning-Krueger effect... he's so ignorant he doesn't even realise how little he knows. He would need six months to fill that gap in his knowledge... or else he could look at the numbers and realize that an order of magnitude difference is going to mean making decisions he can't comprehend and providing treatments he's never heard of and asking questions he could never have predicted.

Sometimes it's worth thinking about just how much you don't know.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Diamonds, Journalism, and Habits

There’s a problem with cross-disciplinary work where no one person can check all the facts because there’s nobody on earth with the relevant background knowledge. I’ve heard this most often as a criticism of Jared Diamond, he of the popular anthropology / history / biology books like “Guns, Germs, and Steel”. When that first came out they historians said “His biology and anthropology are good, but his history is lacking” and the biologists said “His anthropology and history are good, but his biology is lacking” and I’ll let you guess what the anthropologists said.

This happens when someone is very good at constructing a reasonable narrative but they overstep their own abilities at fact-checking. You see it in journalism as well… you know full well that when there is a news article talking about your own employer or industry, it’s riddled with errors and biases. Yet if you don’t apply that principle more broadly, you get the impression that the news does a better job covering other topics.

Over the past couple of days I’ve been reading “The Power of Habit: Why We Do What We Do In Life And Business”, by Charles Duhigg. It came out a few years ago and was apparently quite popular, though I never got around to it.

It’s... well, it’s a business book, something I’ve seen far too many of. It’s long on narrative and short on facts. It’s very well written, it tends to agree with all my preconceived biases, and it makes its points through a series of compelling narratives rather than statistics.

But there’s a problem. The two subjects I knew about already, where I’m familiar with the statistics behind the narratives… he got them wrong. In one case it’s only a little wrong, in the other case it’s all the way wrong.

Now, I’m not finished yet, so maybe all this is fixed in the end. But I can review the first two thirds of it. The book is all about how you can change your life by developing good habits and routines so that you don’t have to make the conscious decision every day to do useful things. It’s a simple premise that I agree with.

He starts out talking about how new routines are developed, and the example is of a marketer from the early 20th century who convinced everyone to brush their teeth. You make a cue, a simple response, and a reward… the filmy feeling, the brushing, the minty aftertaste.

Next he talks about a football coach who turned the game around by breaking down each player’s job into very simple parts… watch that player’s shoulders until they move, if they move right watch that next player’s feet until they move, if they go forward you move towards that third player there, etc. Turning football from a game football players play with a ball to a game of chess coaches play with their players as pieces. This apparently worked very well and revolutionized the game, just by breaking down the complexity into a discrete series of simple steps.

Then he talks about Alcoholics Anonymous… and that’s where it starts to break down. It’s easy to see where it went wrong and he even admits it up front. The chapter leads off by saying that there’s no data to show that AA actually works at all. In fact, though this goes unmentioned, though the studies are limited and contradictory the studies seem to show a success rate that’s indistinguishable between AA and Not AA.

If you want to learn lessons from how AA teaches its participants, acknowledging that there’s no reason to think it works is a good start. But if you go on to treat those lessons as fact, then clearly any conclusions you draw from it can’t be trusted.

After that unfortunate chapter he continues with a section on building willpower. The narrative here is built around how Starbucks trains their employees, all well and good. But it also draws heavily on a psychology experiment called the Marshmallow Test. Have you heard of this one? It’s where researchers leave a toddler in the same room as a treat, telling them that if they wait to eat is until the researcher get’s back, they get a second treat as well. If they’re too impatient they only get the one they could see. In the original study they followed up years later and found that the people who could resist the temptation as toddlers had more success as teens and adults.

There have been a lot of follow-ups, confirmations, and elaborations to this study over the decades. The basic principle seems sound, but there’s a correlating factor that might better explain the results. You see, the original experiment doesn’t just measure willpower, it measures trust. The toddlers have no proof that the researchers will keep their word. There was a fascinating elaboration (which I couldn’t find today, sorry) where before the main test a researcher would make some small promise, leave for a bit, return, and either keep or break their original promise. Unsurprisingly, toddlers who knew the researcher to be unreliable didn’t trust their promise of a second marshmallow later, and those who knew the researcher to be reliable had more patience than the original subjects.

This leads to another possible conclusion… if those children were only impatient because they were untrusting, perhaps it’s because they have had bad experiences with adults before. Perhaps their parents and teachers are similarly unreliable. You would almost expect such children to be less successful later in life, wouldn’t you?]

This is a relatively minor quibble… there’s no question that the data is real and it’s telling us something important, it’s just that we aren’t quite sure what that something is.

It remains to be seen how good the rest of the book turns out to be, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to make that judgement. Because you see, the whole thing so far has sounded really good. It’s only because I have that previous familiarity with the material that I could spot the flaw in these two chapters. What if the other stories have similar problems? How would I know?

I’ll definitely read the rest of the book, but I don’t know if I’ll trust it. As the marshmallow showed us, when the author’s been unreliable in the past, it can be hard to take things on faith.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Capital Idea

On April 8 the surviving Boston Marathon bomber, Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, was found guilty of being the surviving Boston Marathon bomber. I suspect nobody was really surprised by this. The only mystery would be what excuse was concocted to keep him behind bars if he was found Not Guilty… well, not the only mystery. There’s one big step left, the sentencing.

Tsarnaev lives in Massachusetts. He also bombed, and was captured, and is being tried, in Massachusetts. Massachusetts doesn’t have the death penalty… but he is being tried in Federal court, so death is still on the table.

The death penalty is not merely illegal in Massachusetts, it’s also not supported by the general public. But there’s an extra requirement for juries in capital cases, they must be composed of people who are willing to sentence someone to death.

No matter where this happens in the US, it will skew the jury pool somewhat. After all, even if only 8% of people in a state oppose the death penalty, that would normally result in a juror opposed to the death penalty. Since execution isn’t popularly supported in Massachusetts, the effect is far larger.

So what effects does this have? The demographics are easiest to measure: Death-qualified juries are older, whiter, and more male. And there is evidence that they are more likely to convict, as well.

It seems strange that such a system is allowed to persist. The whole point of a jury, after all, is to allowed someone to be tried by their peers. If you only allow peers who are more biased and vindictive, it really defeats the purpose of having a jury at all.

I wonder whether prosecutors ever push to have a capital crime among the charges specifically so they can exclude the less vindictive candidates from the jury pool?

There are some other issues with this specific case... whether he wants to be martyred, whether ideological terrorists would be better off thrown in a hole to be forgotten, that sort of thing. But the general principle is strange enough.

I’m personally opposed to the death penalty, and I’m glad it has been abolished in most of the world. Kudos to Massachusetts for doing so. If only their decision could apply to everyone in their state.

The Supremes

I wrote up a lovely rant today while I was at work, and delayed posting it until I could get home to my computer so I could add the links in. Sadly it seems that he who hesitates is lost… I didn’t get home until after midnight, and some new information came out this afternoon. So now I have to do some editing.

Here’s the planned rant:

Two weeks ago the Supreme Court of Canada ruled that municipalities can no longer pray at the start of town council meetings. The response to this has been... interesting. I've seen news from both Kelowna and Calgary saying they aren't sure how they'll change.
The Supreme Court has been the highest court in Canada for decades. They can't appeal to the Queen's Privy Council anymore.
So what exactly is the plan here? To secede? To get removed from office and go to prison? To resign rather than comply? It would be nice to see a little clarity on this.
The Kelowna council is floating the option of not changing and simply hoping nobody complains. I'm not sure how well that would work. Not being a Kelowna resident I doing I could be the plaintiff... but there are lots of people who would jump at the chance.
And it's not like this would be a tough case, either. It's already settled law. That's kind of what Supreme means.
I wonder if city councils want the rest of us to pick and choose which laws we'll comply with?

This afternoon, the Kelowna city council announced they would be suspending the prayer and replacing it with a recitation of their Oath of Office. It looks like they waited as long as they could before they resume the session on Tuesday. It’s nice to see them acknowledge the new case law… and it will be interesting to find out if they get bored with the oath and try to mix it up.

Friday, April 24, 2015

A Problem For Our Grandchildren

I don’t really have time to write anything today… not even with my usual time-saving trick of not bothering to write an ending. I spent much of the day driving and I need to be up early tomorrow.

So, in lieu of thoughts, have some political grumbling.


Joe Oliver just announced an increase to the limit for tax-free savings accounts. As a way for people with money to avoid paying taxes on it, I automatically think it’s probably a bad idea… but the defense of the increase is pretty terrible.

“Why don’t we leave that to Prime Minister Stephen Harper’s granddaughter to solve that problem.”

Of all the things in the world he could have said, this is what he goes with? Let’s create a problem that future generations will have to solve? Let’s hope that the governments of the future are better than ours? Let’s saddle our grandchildren billions in debt and hope they figure out a way to deal with it?

He also said “If you have to go to 2080 to say there’s a problem with the program I think you’ve got a pretty good program.”

There are problems with it already, not 65 years from now… but perhaps not by his math. According to this article the Parliamentary Budget Office predicts a 1.3 billion dollar shortfall this year. The government’s numbers are 1.1 billion over five years… that’s a pretty substantial difference. This means that, unless Parliament expects the deficit to become a surplus, they are predicting 6 times the deficit that government is predicting.

Well, if there’s one good thing you can say about this, it’s that at least Oliver is expecting a future Prime Minister to be a woman. Even if she’s a Harper.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

World Book Day

Today is World Book Day! And it’s Openly Secular Day, too.

It’s also Copyright Day, which I don’t think I need to celebrate, as I celebrated Public Domain Day in January. And Talk Like Shakespeare Day, but alas I have not the time not wit to render proper verse this late eve.

Last (if only because I can’t be bothered to list all the days this is) but not least (least would be Cherry Cheesecake Day) this is the International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day, named after the disparaging remark about people who post things on the internet for free. Naturally the idea is to post things for free, because screw that guy.

So, how about an Openly Secular Book, which I comment on for free? That seems like it would do the trick.

Today I was reading Daniel Dennett’s “Breaking the Spell”. This isn’t a book review, more of a meandering monologue, because I haven’t finished the book yet. But I digress.

Today I was reading “Breaking the Spell”. I’m a fan of some Dennett’s earlier works, “Consciousness Explained” and “Darwin’s Dangerous Idea”. I read them in the 1990s, but it was “Breaking the Spell” that really put him on the map, and I somehow never got to it.

I started reading it in 2013, shortly before meeting Dennett. Told him (truthfully) that I really liked the first few chapters but hadn’t finished. Unfortunately our conversation took a detour and I never did get the chance to tell him that I’d actually finished his other books, and I'm afraid I probably came of pretty badly. And in the intervening years I didn’t get around to picking it up again.

That's Dennett on the right. I'm kind of ignoring him for Taslima Nasreen. That was a good day.

Well, I’ve had some free time to hike for a couple days so I bought the audiobook and finally started listening to it. It’s kind of cheating, I know, but with a real book I wouldn’t have been able to get up here.

Spion Kop Summit, Lake Country, BC

I guess should have stolen the audiobook, but I didn’t know it was Copyright Day at the time. Forgive me.

I made it about halfway through so far, and at least passed the point I reached before, though not by much. It’s fascinating stuff… I’m hoping to finish it tomorrow or Saturday so I can review it. But like I said earlier, this is a pointless ramble rather than a review.

Anyway, I forgot where I was going with this. I guess just look at the pretty pictures. Truly this sloppy ending is worthy of a Pixel-Stained Technopeasant. And if this shadow of a blog post has offended, think but this and all is mended...

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Right to be Wrong

There has been brewing controversy this month over the location for the Thirty Meter Telescope, which is planned to be the largest single-mirror telescope (some arrays are bigger) in the world. As far as I can tell the two possible sites for it were in Baja California and at the summit of Mauna Kea in Hawaii. Mauna Kea was chosen six years ago, and construction just began, but has been delayed by protests. The mountain is, apparently, sacred.

I’ve been hesitant to address this topic because I’m even less qualified to speak about it than usual, but I wanted to write something to get my own thoughts in order and figured I might as well put it up here. So take it for what it’s worth.

I can think of two similar phenomenon to compare this to: Kennewick Man and Elves. The first comparison might be obvious, the second requires some explanation.

People in Iceland believe in elves. I’m pretty sure they’re wrong. I can go on record saying that, right? I’m not sure how common the belief is, I mean, there are people here who believe in lake monsters, but I wouldn’t call it a universal belief. But the belief in elves is at least prevalent enough to interfere with the infrastructure there… not just the road project mentioned in the news article, but many other developments as well.

There seems to be similar stuff happening in China with belief in Feng Shui resulting in arbitrary changes to their building projects.

So, the native Hawaiians consider Mauna Kea to be sacred. Good for them. I’m pretty sure they’re wrong. I can go on record saying that, right? I’m not sure how common the belief is… but it has resulted in protests over the new telescope. Notwithstanding the many, many telescopes already in place.

Telescopes, in order to be useful, need an unobstructed horizon. They need to be the highest thing around. Maybe in Saskatchewan you can just put them on top of the water tower and call it a day, but not in Hawaii. And really, they also need to be above a good chunk of the atmosphere. So they need to be in mountains, or altiplano, and they need to be higher than the other mountains around them.

Prominent mountains are always sacred. There’s really no way around that. And I’m pretty sure building your own mountain to get around the problem would cause a few more problems along the way.

So, perhaps we should consider ways in which this situation resembles the elves?

Ways in which this ‘Sacred Mountain’ is like Elves
  1. It’s not magic.
  2. Belief in it is causing problems for no good reason.
  3. Seriously, get some psychiatric help.
  4. Stop getting in the way.

Ways in which this ‘Sacred Mountain’ is unlike Elves.
  1. It was taken by force.


See, the big fundamental difference in here is that Icelandics still own their island. It hasn’t been colonized - except temporarily, in WW2 - and when they run roughshod over folk traditions it’s their own traditions.

Which means it’s time to get to Kennewick Man.

In 1996 a skeleton was found in Kennewick, Washington, and it turned out to be 9000 years old. There’s a law that Native American bodies go to their tribe. The local tribe, the Umatilla, believe they have lived in the area since the dawn of time, and they have oral histories dating back 10000 years. They are wrong, of course, on both counts. Oral histories aren’t even reliable for a single lifetime, let alone 10000 years. I’m surprised they didn’t burst into laughter just saying that.

But the thing is, the Umatilla never agreed to any of this from the start, and if they hadn’t been invaded it would have been Umatilla people finding the skeleton on Umatilla land and deciding for themselves what to do with it. Maybe they would have done proper scientific investigations, who knows? That alternate history is forever lost to us.

I think they should have gotten the skeleton. They are wrong, of course, but they have the right to be wrong. It’s easy to agree with Native rights when they’re doing the right things, but it’s important to support their rights when they’re wrong as well. If people aren’t allowed to be wrong then you aren’t allowing them to make choices at all, only giving the illusion of choice.

Right now the skeleton is in a museum, basically being held in escrow. No scientific studies being done on it, but not reburied. Perhaps, if it could be contrived, it should be reburied... in a carefully sealed vault with a known location. That way if the Umatilla eventually change their minds it hasn’t been lost or destroyed. Or who knows, in a generation or two there might be Umatilla anthropologists and geneticists who want to do their own excavation.

The thing about archeology is it’s usually just as safe for something to stay in the ground… better and less invasive techniques are being developed all the time. How much could have been learned from Troy if it wasn’t dynamited?

That winds up being kind of similar to Iceland’s solution: Wait a while, see if it blows over. It’s not a bad solution. And if that means putting this particular telescope somewhere else, that’s not the end of the world.

The trick is finding a better spot. There’s no toxic legacy of colonialism in Mexico, right? Or Chile? Hmm… perhaps Kenya? New Guinea? Tibet?

This could take a while.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Carrots

Over the last month-and-a-half of blogging I’ve started collecting news links throughout the day. Things I could comment on briefly, but no more than that. Sometimes I think of something clever. Sometimes I don’t, and write a meandering introspective bit of fluff accompanied by a picture taken while I was out.




Other times a second story appears, that can be somehow tied to the first, saving me the effort of putting all that thought into it…


Six days ago, actor Jonathan Crombie died. He was best known for playing Gilbert Smythe in “Anne of Green Gables”.



I couldn’t really think of anything to say… I don’t remember the films much at all. There was a house, surrounded by fields, probably? And Anne rode in a wagon sometimes. Maybe there were bikes. I was very confused about what cordial was, or was that in Road to Avonlea?


Anyway, I didn’t remember the films, but I did remember this article from Libby Anne: “That Just Means He Likes You”. Yikes. Scary stuff. So of course I wanted to comment on that. But it seemed crass. And there wasn’t really anything I could say that she didn’t already cover.


Then this happened: “John Key, New Zealand PM, Apologizes For Tugging On Server’s Ponytail”. Yikes. Scary stuff.


As it turns out, in the real world, pulling girls’ hair is assault. Who would have thought? And stopping it can be a lot trickier than just hitting the guy in the head.




Watch this clip. It’s satisfying. I still don’t remember what happens next.


There are some really screwed up power dynamics going on here, beyond just the gender issue. The guy had security guards. The cafe isn’t likely to just kick out the Prime MInister. The girl was being paid to be nice: Luckily in NZ the servers are probably less dependant on tips than here, and a whole lot less than in the US, but she still didn’t have the option of just leaving. And why should she leave?

Then again, maybe the power dynamics don’t contribute that much. Maybe even if she was the Prime Minister she’d still have to put up with that kind of crap.



Redacted

You know, it’s easier to understand why the government would want to get rid of the CBC so desperately. It’s the job of any reporter to tweak the government’s nose, and the job of any really good reporter to poke the government in the eye.



And despite the drastic cuts, the CBC is keeping up the tradition. Take this story, for example. A simple Access to Information request with a pointless redaction. Well, probably pointless. It’s possible the missing word was “Thermonuclear” or “Diefenbaby”.

I suppose the polite thing to do would be to write up the original story on health guidelines… but a real journalist will find unnecessary government censorship to be a far more compelling subject.

And then there’s this story, from the same day: Suspiciously high and unexplained death rate among the Canadian Ranger volunteers. The report merely lacks the information, instead of blacking it out… it’s possible that the statistics simply haven’t been gathered. And it’s also possible that there’s an innocuous explanation, like the volunteers being elderly. If the average age of the volunteer rangers is anything like that of the RCMP Citizens on Patrol, then fifty deaths would be expected.

But instead the request for an interview are denied. And requests to interview a SFU history professor on the subject are blocked… how exactly does a government keep journalists from talking to professors again? Journalists ask questions, and professors profess, it seems like conversations would develop anytime they’re on the same block.

It’s good to know that if the government wants to kill the CBC, the CBC will still fight back.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Confirmation Bias

So here’s an eerie coincidence… I have some time off later this week, more than I’d planned for. And this morning I was looking for things to do with that time. And my plans were leaning towards hiking up the Stawamus Chief.



Kind of amazing that it happened on the same day as I was making my plans. Stuff like this is what convinces people that there’s magic underlying the world. That they have psychic powers, that prayer works, that dogs know when their owners are coming home.

A string of similar coincidences briefly had me convinced I was a Jedi. I was twelve. Luckily that’s one of the easier paranormal beliefs to outgrow.

Confirmation bias is funny that way. It doesn’t matter how many times this doesn’t happen… you don’t really remember those times. I’m sure that a glance at my search history would reveal that I’ve made tentative plans to hike up a whole bunch of mountains that I’ve never gotten around to, and I’m even more sure that a glance at the landscape would reveal a whole bunch of rockfalls that happened without me noticing. Falling down is, after all, what sheer cliffs all do eventually. Even the hardest ones.

And sometimes it doesn't take much effort to figure out why the coincidence happened. In this case it's even easier than most... Squamish was on my mind already because of a big dock fire there, and just last night I read news reports of the dangerous fumes from it closing the school.

Anyway, I still have Friday off, and I don’t think I’ll let a little thing like rocks falling (and fires, and fumes) stop me from heading up some mountains. Now rain falling, that’s another story. We’ll see how it goes.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Beyond the Comfort Zone

This morning I went to a rally against bill C-51, which I really must blog about sometime. Only it turned out to be a planning session for the local NDP candidate. That’s not a big leap, but it is still kind of unexpected.

She doesn’t have a hope of winning, not in a riding where the Conservatives routinely get three times as much as the second place finisher. But she managed to convince me - reclusive germaphobe me - to knock on doors and shake hands for a couple hours. So I’m a little worried she might be persuasive enough to accidentally become Secretary-General or something.

It wasn’t anywhere close to what I’d planned for my day, but it was at least an interesting change.

I wonder what surprises will happen next?


That’s me in the back left, with the impending sunburn and the grimace of despair.

Smuggling Tunnel

Authorities in Oliver BC and Oroville WA have found and shut down a 200 meter long smuggling tunnel on the verge of completion. The tunnel, between two houses on either side of the border, has been under construction for months. Construction efforts have been closely watched closely, and the two men involved were arrested as they met in the middle.

Though not yet operational, the American house was filled with high-speed routers and fibre optic cables. Constable S. A. Tire, spokesperson for RCMP Detachment E, reported that these men were attempting to smuggle internet across the border.

“With the equipment they stockpiled, they could have shipped over 200 gigabytes of high-definition uncut American-Grade Netflix and Hulu every hour.

Additionally, we suspect they planned to act as couriers for Amazon Prime pushers.”

Both men have been charged with 38,000 misdemeanors.

There is no word on how the Canadians planned to pay for this premium product. Probably with weed.

Friday, April 17, 2015

Seriously? Seriously.

PETA’s in the news! That’s always good for a laugh. What ridiculous publicity stunt have they dreamed up now? Smashing beehives to free the insects? Chlorophyll body paint? Supporting torture?

Wait, that last one was supposed to be a joke. But it’s reality.

Pamela Anderson, PETA spokeswoman, has teamed up with Joe Arpaio, America’s Most Racist Sheriff to bring you compulsory vegetarianism!

You may recall Sheriff Joe from his ongoing (never-ending) search for Obama’s birth certificate. Or when he made prisoners wear pink. Or when he took away their insulin. Or when he stuck a woman in a cage to be roasted to death (don't click that link, you'll regret it). Or when he refused to investigate the rapes of immigrant children (you probably shouldn't click that one either).

Well, the latest innovation from the land of sunshine and happiness is across-the-board vegetarianism for prisoners. Arpaio pointed to the health benefits and cost savings, which are significant enough that he’ll be implementing the same new menu for himself and the guards. Right?

PETA’s always willing to stick up for animals. Including, evidently, racist ones.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Too Good to be True

I have this thing where I automatically distrust anything I hear that I agree with too much. Take this, for example: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U.S._Presidential_IQ_hoax

That chain email you probably remember from 15 years ago was something I agreed with 100%. Almost as though it was perfectly constructed to match my biases… and as it turns out, it was.

Or this one, about how it’s almost impossible to find atheists in prison. Do you remember that one? Well, it’s true as far as it goes, but not for the reasons implied in the myriad thinkpieces devoted to it.

Or take for example Robert Altemeyer’s work on right-wing authoritarianism. It’s probably true, the research seems to back it up. But it so perfectly conforms to my pre-existing biases that I can’t help but think it will be disproved sooner or later.

The latest case of this is a radio show I listened to yesterday, on Orthorexia Nervosa. You may not have heard of that. If you have, it’s probably just in the past few years… it may or may not be a fad diagnosis, but it’s definitely a new thing. It’s all about clean eating gone too far… people who eat gluten free and soy free and low carb and raw and local and and and. It’s something that seems to be coming up a lot lately. And it would be so nice to think that all these people I have a little disdain for are actually crazy… that feeling makes me suspicious right off the bat.

Maybe I’m right to be suspicious. Apparently this diagnosis was invented by an alt-med practitioner, the radio show was unclear what flavour of alt. And it’s not in the new DSM 5. Why not? I don’t know. But my BS alarm is starting to beep, just a little.

I’ll probably do some reading into this and post a book review addressing the subject sooner or later. But for now… all of you out there, just try to take a second look when something seems at first glance to be confirming exactly what you thought all along.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Victim Blaiming

Well, here’s a fascinating headline: “Photos of allegedly uncooperative gang victims released by Surrey RCMP”.


The article is, well, pretty much exactly what it sounds like. Police are releasing victim’s pictures because they aren’t cooperating enough. Can I just say that this sounds like a terrible idea?

I mean, I’m not a big fan of releasing info on people accused of crimes. It seems like all it does is prejudice the jury pool… if those people are in custody, there’s no danger the public needs to be warned about. And of course, if the charges are dropped or the defendants acquitted, a lot of damage has been done.

But the victims? Come on. This is such a catastrophically bad idea it’s hard to believe it exists outside of fiction. This isn’t the first time I’ve heard of such a thing happening, either… a rape victim in Washington was arrested last year for being insufficiently cooperative.

This sort of policing will keep victims from seeking help. It will keep victims of violence away from medical attention, it will keep victims of rape away from police. It will keep victims of domestic abuse from leaving their partners, because it will be harder to get a restraining order for anyone who is unwilling to press charges.

Police are frustrated that victims aren’t helping put criminals away. Fine. I get that. But burning bridges with victims only ensures that future crimes are unreported, and future criminals unimpeded.

Monday, April 13, 2015

Productivity and Procrastination

This blog started largely as a writing exercise. It’s not that I didn’t write before, but I that I didn’t write regularly. Writing, it seems, is one of those things that I either do every day or not at all.

I’ve found quite a lot of thing are like that. Though it’s easy enough to get through the routine of daily living, anything that is irregularly tacked on to that routine can too readily fall to the wayside. Over the last year and a half I’ve made great strides in adding things to a daily routine, such that I do them obsessively rather than occasionally. Things like, for example, making strides.

I still miss things occasionally…  all too often I find that it’s just too late in the evening to get done everything I want to do. The writing is one of those things in the not-quite-perfect category. Tonight, for example, I’m working. I have five hours left to post this and if work gets busy I might not finish at all.

“Perfect is the enemy of good” - Voltaire, paraphrasing someone else who has been forgotten.

I’ve heard a lot of things about procrastination over the years. Obviously, it could be laziness. Most of my procrastination probably comes in that category. Another cause of procrastination is apparently being too perfectionist… that’s a nice, flattering interpretation. I have heard that part-time MBA students whose degree is paid for by their employer are told to not get good grades… if they do, they are wasting too much time when they could be working.

“Don’t waste time getting ‘A’s - Me, paraphrasing someone else who has been forgotten.

Perfectionism isn’t my failing, generally. But it certainly can become so when it comes to things that get seen in public, like this writing. Having a regular habit, that forces me to put something on the blank screen even when I have no idea what to say, helps break that mental block that says “this isn’t good enough to post”. It helps that I don’t write about any subjects I have any sort of expertise in… when all I’m saying is “this is what I think, probably, I guess, don’t quote me” that takes a lot of the pressure off.

Anyway, I’ve managed to pry a 15-minute break out of work to get this down. I think I’d better hit ‘publish’ before anything goes wrong.