Friday, August 23, 2013

charlatans on subredditdrama

ˈSHärlətənˈSHärlətn
noun
  1. 1.
    a person falsely claiming to have a special knowledge or skill; a fraud.
    synonyms:quackshamfraudfakeimpostorhoaxercheat, deceiver, double-dealer, swindler

I was surfing Reddit earlier, as I do every afternoon, when i came across a post in Subreddit Drama linking to this comment stream found in the Physics forum. For the last ten minutes or so, I've been audibly shouting like Mordecai and Rigby from Regular show, as I read the account of physicist/mathematician/programming professional "crotchpoozie" owning the everloving shit out of wannabe string theory debunker "jeinga", high off huffing the fumes of his assumed expertise. What results is a 60+ comment string where the physicist poses questions that the debunker cannot answer, preferring instead to accuse the professional of fraud. 

It's difficult to wince at how bad this physicist burns this kid, who I'm assuming is still under 21. It's soothing to read, sort of like being cursed out in a romantic-sounding foreign language. The physicist speaks to the child as would a teacher redirecting a rebellious student, so convinced of his own ability that he assumes his academic musings to be superior to that of his instructor. 
"Sometimes I get the impression this whole website is made up of tech support staff pretending to be Stephen Hawking" -- cabal1
What I most enjoy about this largely one-sided exchange is how cathartic it feels for me, witnessing an educated individual phrase my frustrations against his ignorant assailant with such eloquence, it makes me dizzy, a little bit! I'm nearing my bachelors in Bio, which ain't shit, I know that, but it's that right there, isn't it? I KNOW THAT. I don't operate under the unwarranted assumption of possessing some talent that is realistically foreign in access at best within my current abilities. 

"when you claim others don't know the history, how and why different things were needed in order to reduce to known theory in various limits, you cannot even begin to grasp how and why it fits together. 
Yet you think you have an opinion formed by reading other people's opinions while ignoring those opinions you don't like.


In short, your "knowledge" is born of profound ignorance in the subject. Yet you rage on like an angry, rude, ignorant prick, one whose blind and self-deluded attitude will close off opportunities and end their career, leaving them to sit at home and rant and rage against life."

Everyone with an opinion thinks of themselves as an expert. This fallacious understanding of self used to unnerve me in conversation, until I aged and learned to, as Ken Kesey said, "transcend the bullshit." 
Seeking submission within an oppositional discussion is most certainly bullshit, and it's bullying, without a doubt, even if reality supports the same side as I do. 

It's the winning over another at that point, isn't it? It's their defeat, not mutual understanding, that you want, right? Isn't that a bit vengeful and emotional for casual discussion, especially over the internet, where we have the lowest conversational accountability and thus are more inclined to turn trading shots into a slaughterhouse?

Were the recipient of this academic's wrath to show even a shred of intellectual humility, I would defend him. Were he to show even the smallest glimmer of educational desire or academic interest, I would think of his behalf. But what do you say on behalf of a man who digs his own grave out of pride and spite? Abstractly speaking, at that! It's the arrogance that warrants this sort of vicious, surgically logical response, isn't it? It's his "I'm right, you're wrong, accept it" attitude that seems so irresistibly crushable, like those crispy autumn leaves you make it a point to step on because you can feel a crunch that good in your teeth.

They kids call stupidity on a level this blatant "trolling", that the instigator is having an intentional go at a forum, whose members are easy to pick an online fight with. I want to believe in the argument's organic nature, but it's difficult to tell anymore, with Poe's Law in effect and all (simply put, without environmental cues, extreme views can't be accurately discerned as either serious or sarcastic). The initial reaction to all new information, to anything encountered, fathomed, imagined or observed, is skepticism, remember that. 

I feel invalidated when those with less expertise or information than I do refuse to alter their views, it enrages me almost, until I realize that self-regulation is one of the many facets of a mature individual. The physicist mentions the Dunning-Kruger effect, and it sums up my seething annoyance with these phonies. According to the study, the inadequate individual exhibits the following behavioral traits:
  1. tend to overestimate their own level of skill;
  1. fail to recognize genuine skill in others;
  1. fail to recognize the extremity of their inadequacy;
Charles Darwin's On the Origin of Species celebrated its 154th anniversary this week. The aforementioned effect reminded me of a quote of his that showed up alongside a picture the other day on my Facebook feed:
 "Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge: it is those who know little, and not those who know much, who so positively assert that this or that problem will never be solved by science"
Why act like an expert, why assume intellectual authority over others? Are you that set on arguing the affirmative for your ego? Are you that driven by intellectual insecurity to overcompensate in front of casual acquaintances and complete strangers? Reminds me of the contemporary atheist, pro-science because they've read Richard Dawkins and the exposure to evolutionary theory was personally revolutionary, some definitive refutation of religious doctrine. They understand none of it. 
"Know what all the great men of science did that you seem hell bent against? They all learned as much current theory as possible, and mastered it. Newton, Einstein, Feynman - all masters of current theory. Bohr, Galileo, Maxwell, Dirac, Gell-Mann - all masters of theory and technique. All are known as being encyclopedic - you are stunting your growth with your childish attitude."
Popsci isn't an advanced degree, yet here they are, former theological book club members transferring to the meeting across the hall. It's the same smug superiority, skewing the underlying philosophical message of inquiry and understanding. I'm an atheist, but I bet you millions I can explain every biological concept I've been taught within Christian parameters and convince even the most indoctrinated or euphoric individual alike. They've substituted their own institutions and implemented their own oppressive regime of intellectual authority. Revolution is a circlejerk. 

There is no authority outside of intrinsic limitation or idealistic assumption, there is no arrogance in an education, there is no substitute for experience, or disrespect for those in pursuit or possession of it. A man with a PhD in physics knows a little more than the average schmuck that wanders up to an internut forum with his pseudoacademic feelings of competence.
"Let me guess, some pop science book told you the above which you now parrot without any understanding, right? How exactly did you, with your vastly narrow view and no knowledge, arrive at that, except to read it from somewhere you clearly do not understand?"
Reputation is an extension of integrity. it's how you present yourself in public and around others in social settings. When we speak without thinking, we risk coming off as liars, and a reputation like that can discredit a fella indefinitely. We can achieve a sense of community with our peers without puffing out our chests anytime a discussion wanders outside our area of expertise. 
"Know something else almost every single physicist that amounted to anything had? A PhD. Knowledge. Skills. And talent. You claim talent, yet think the rest is unnecessary. Grad school is filled with smart people thinking they don't need knowledge, and they all fail out. It's so common it's a joke. Good luck on your intellectually adrift journey.

You're so far out of your league, yet so sure of your intellect, that it's sad. You will fail to become a physicist (or scientist of any kind) of any note with this attitude."
Even nonscientists understand. Take this exchange in the SRD comments:
"I have no shame in admitting that I know next to nothing about physics.Why is out so hard for some people to acknowledge their own limitations?"
"Massive egos large enough to eclipse the sun."
Stop spewing hatred and ignorance. Accept your intellectual limits as you encounter them. Challenge them privately, versus a public environment. Avoid embarrassment and annoying your peers. Inspire and educate, or stop talking. You're like bullfrogs with nothing to bang, or screaming birds with no opponent to fight. The noise you're making is unwarranted, and is reserved for specific credentials and circumstances. 

No u. Pls go.

Monday, August 19, 2013

#WIP Idea to Follow Up On -- aquatic panacea

i hit a bottle of water like an aquataholic hyperchondriac, any ill mood or sign of ailment is immediately countered with at least 8oz (usually a full 20oz dose) of the clear stuff. Aren't the benefits a little iffy, data-wise? is it because we're mostly water that it feels so good, or am i moderately dehydrated most of the time. is the typical american diet prone to this? any evidence exploring the link between hydration and performance out there? make it like a mini-research paper, with multiple sources and an actual essay-style outline. sounds fun.

#WIP FOLLOW UP ON IDEA POST: twitching eye

relatively recent right eye twitch, lasted about a week, only happens for a couple seconds a time, but twice a day, usually when i'm speaking intensely. looked it up, webmd says it's environmental: stress, caffeine, booze, etc. discuss env impact, discuss anthro and hist view behind eye twitch, maybe olde tyme remedies and wives cures? are there local/international superstitions attached? any writers mention it? I'm just curious about it, it's such a cartoonish mannerism, i giggle every time it happens, because i've only experienced it through animation and the result is always hilarious. maybe speak to eye fear/preoccupation trope?

WORK IN PROGRESS (WIP) lecture observations -- monday edition (NOTES)

Biology Of Plants 9:30-10:45 1F
all the freaking geese outside
my prof's sexy venezuelan accent
science comm as i take notes, i include phrases that i could see myself exchanging with a sixteen year old student (aud is everything)
LUCA -->diversity =beautiful
the psychology of color, specifically in marketing/advertising
the facilitation of a fantasy ideal in commercial advertising

Biometry 11-12:15 2F
Nikita with the wing plugs, a bubbly and brilliant biology undergraduate in combat boots and blue streaked hair (strategically shaved) calls me "mushroom lady" as I enter.
mention dr parker's evo class, edu vs authority
bias in stat, because objective representation isn't possible when you're paid to promote a specific viewpoint with your study (assume they're fucking with us)
flimsy evidence misleads us, est paramater of interest, level of confid, aware of bias
how reality is formally represented, assumption of authority/expertise via appearances of professionalism (yes men) quote: "the mind distorts reality to confirm what it wants to believe"

Van Gogh, Quentin and the antiADD



This is Van Gogh's most recognizable painting, composed entirely of images snapped by the Hubble Space Telescope. Astronomy excites me, but in the same way the ocean does -- it is seemingly infinite, absolutely essential and still uncharted and unknown. Astrophotographers use lasers to focus the cameras, using multiple lens filters and focal lengths to produce the final photo. Lasers! They shoot it at sodium dust rings around us in space, among other debris still circling around our atmospheric outskirts since the last celestial object passed us by. These filthy frosty bits of elemental material remind me of that ball of hair you dig out of your shower drain in disgust when your tub starts to empty sluggishly. They're like the O'Doyle family in Billy Madison, tossing off the particulate pollution like a styrofoam cup thrown out a sunroof. Or more literally, like banana peels or whatever, I'm not a cinematic reference machine or anything!

I feel guilty when I look at Van Gogh. He was a cripple mentally, and suffered with a disability that left him destitute. All he could do was art. Obsession isn't something I respect, it's extremism, and extremism is inverse to equilibrium, the naturally balanced condition all systems strive for (well, that and more freedom, but that's getting off topic, I can feel it). So I feel like I'm not looking at sunflowers or french cafes, i'm hearing an insane man screaming still, and it's sort of humiliating. His art is incredible and inspiring, with marked intuition and composition. But if his epilepsy were cured at the expense of his artistic ability, I rather wish for his happiness then to ever have seen his work. I would willingly choose a life without his paintings if it meant his mind were more his own than it was historically.

I think I'm looking too much into this, but I've always felt that way. Poor dude. Makes my ear hurt, and reminds me of that scene in reservoir dogs, but i'm not certain if that agent was crazy or cold-hearted. I heard it was based on the wild bunch, and that film has that guy in the bank, the disabled fellow who keeps repeating, "I kill him nao?", a huge grin innocently pasted on his face. I think that's who he's supposed to be. Keitel is the main dude, and Buschemi is Borgnine. The mexican fellow getting dragged through the streets by the fancy car is tim roth, no question. I can't find anything on google linking these films, but it's obvious. Apparently the first scene from RD is lifted nearly in tact from WB. Gotta love Quentin, his habit of blatant homage makes him out to be the Gaga of cinema, so he's more a collage artist or multi-specimin composite surgeon than he is a father, giving organic life to his work as an extension of self. But what do I know? I've never so much as acted on film. Just asking questions, is all.

I had a neat idea of specific-posts on here. Fungus, definitely, as I'm a big mycophiliac, complete with the field guides for identification and eye contact with each shady spot under mulchy trees. In my plant biology lecture this morning, and in my biometry class directly following a floor above, I took out my planner to jot down blog ideas, even noted it in my class writings on the looseleaf, when it hit me: do a lecture-specific blog post each week. Helps me study, and is a natural way to write about science. I'm not a grad student, nor do I do research or work in the field. I do, however, know a lot of folks with degrees in the sciences who i don't mind approaching for interviews and article ideas. I'm always gushing about the articles I read anyway, which got me wanting to respond to links briefly in the morning as a daily science post here. Posting frequency is a massive factor in establishing a readership here, which is why I sat down to type this after getting my salami and cheese and light beer lunch before meeting Julia in like, twenty minutes when her bus drops her off down the hill.

So, that's science news article response every day (goal), ideas i have in my day followed up on (topical), mycology (specialization), and lecture observations. That's good for now, I think. I'll include interviews eventually as I do them throughout the semester with faculty and staff on campus and within the community. Gotta stay focused, or I'll abandon the effort entirely, and my ambitions deserve more attention than that. I'm over the self-neglect of my early twenties. I'll be thirty in four years, it's time to start formalizing my adult expectations of myself like condemned criminals along a brick wall: align and fire. Anticipate and eliminate.

I've been reading the Getting Things Done (GTD) method, which suggests that any preoccupation, imaginative, realistic or otherwise, is bondage. Liberation is discipline, it's thinking of what i want to be thinking of at the moment i think it, and designing my obligations and circumstances in a manner more conducive to a situationally-appropriate output. If we refuse to master ourselves, we will remain enslaved. I have been attempting to establish a dialogue with myself in contemplation of this, it's yielding some surprisingly productive results, practically and philosophically.

I'd like to write about my lecture observations after I get back from the bus stop in a little bit. Let me know what you think in the comments. If you think of it, I want to write about it!

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

efficient etiquette

Before I talk about the news links I bookmarked from this morning, let me first mention what happened to me earlier, so I can come back to it later in another post. nothing serious, just a little curious, enough to warrant a follow-up:

Running a little bit late for a meeting with a faculty member on campus, I checked my email before I went out the door to reschedule for a half an hour after our agreed upon appointment time. I like to be polite when I'm late, and contacting the person you're meeting with lets them know you respect their time, your time, and your word. Nobody likes feeling forgotten about, it's offputting! Besides, being polite goes a long way! According to Business Day Online, recent graduates seem to lack the "soft skills" -- conversation and etiquette, to name a couple -- employers are looking for, which adds more anxious days onto an already long job hunt for former students. And they said nice guys finish last. Probably because he can afford dessert?

Rereading the faculty member's message before composing my excuse, it occurred to me that I had overlooked the "before" in her meeting time of "noon on Wednesday". It was well after eleven already, so I nixed the face to face and suggested an email Q-and-A instead. I live a half hour away from campus, and don't have a meeting up there until after 2pm, so my informal email etiquette saved me nearly three extra hours of waiting alone on campus. Here's my question, though: was that just luck that I thought to double-check her email, or did I read it right the first time, and forget it?

Can these "I know I'm forgetting something" convictions we experience be explained as a tiny detail we once observed and then uncontrollably stored in long term memory bank forever for later? Is that the subconscious, or just deep memory waiting for a cue? That would make environmental cues work like access codes: say I forget my keys, and head out to leave, but am wandering around my kitchen, wondering why i haven't left yet, what have i forgotten, becoming frustrated and mindless, taking action and getting into the car, only to remember at once THE KEYS THAT'S WHAT I FORGOT.

It's always the small simple details, the subtle bits that gets skipped by the conscious mind, but it's essential info, regardless of size and scale. Thoughts like "get your keys" and "it said noon? check again" may be the subconscious mind's attempt to push those tiny pixel-sized bits forward, like a leak in a roof. Or is the conscious mind like a deep sea fisherman, angling listlessly in idle anticipation for a bite worth reeling in? Certainly the back mind is more oceanic abyss-like than it is personified any other way. Anarchy, I guess, but attributing concepts to ideologies doesn't help make the topic less abstract, does it? What the hell am I even talking about right now? Fishing? Freaking leaking roofs and deep sea MY KEYS!

Does the front brain remember that it read something, and needs to double check? There seems to be a great deal of inaccessibility to our deeper understanding, our massive hard drives we can't get clearance for. Freaking vending machine, that's what it's like! Like that bag of chips that hangs there, and you can't knock the machine or anything, it's right there, and you can't get it, or even reach for it. That's the other side of it, isn't it, though? Not just inaccessibility, as if your memories are a secret, even to you, but deliberate misdirection. Intellectual interference, almost, like cerebral static or something, it's audible, and annoying, and completely off-topic and content-free. The catching of other thoughts, like tire, boot, plastic, so on, are like bits of pop song or used car slogan that we think of INSTEAD of where I set my damn keys down at.

Is this "what am I forgetting" my mind's deliberate attempt to recall what I can't remember reading in the first place? I read it, my eyes caught it, my brain HAD to catch it. But it feels like "luck". What is the neuroscience or biopsychology behind this phenomenon I'm talking about? It's happened to you many a time, right? Like in Turner and Hooch, that Tom Hanks movie where he tells the chick "I gotta crack this CASE!" and she's all "don't think about it, it'll come to you smooch smooch have some eggs", and he stops thinking about it then WHAM! "No eggs, sorry! Gotta go! MAN!" What is it about thinking about something for too long that pushes the thought back, our attempts at access working against us as targeted repression? I intentionally empty my mind when I forget something, and I'm convinced it comes back on its own BECAUSE I ignored it on purpose. Had I tried thinking about it, I'd have pushed it farther back in there, and never would have gotten it out. Unless I get a more direct environmental cue, like finding my keys out of nowhere.

Mind control interests me. No, wait. Let me rephrase that. Brain organization is worth reading about. Better. I really would like to know more about this. Didn't mean to go on forever about it or anything, I'll come back to it with the science one of these days. Okay, link post. After the meeting.

what i've learned, and Wednesday's news

For optimal cognitive circulation, I try to start my mornings off with NPR, get some sort of news-like substance in my system alongside my coffee. Each article functions as another sip of intellectual caffeine; by cup's end, I am energized and alert, readier than I was before my brew to take on my morning. In the spirit of science communication, I've started seeking out science-specific news sources for articles that interest me enough to elicit a written response after reading.

As I type this, there are at least two dozen tabs open to stories from wired, npr, guardian, new youk times, and natgeo. I had meant to check newscientist, but my browser is so packed with tabs they're a quarter-inch thick, and that's a cue I need to recognize that says "stop clicking, dude." I've made a list in my journalism folders (bookmark and physical) of science news websites, podcasts and email lists. The trick is media immersion.

I read a post yesterday from Eric Berger asking readers who the next great science communicator is, and it got me thinking about my own ambitions. I realized, it's me. The more I read, the more I think, and re-read, and cross-check, and free-associate research (hence all the tabs open at once), the more accelerated my excitement is, like the act of reporting itself is more like a lead foot on an eight-cylinder, and each click is another slow vehicle changing lanes or exiting the freeway. Scooping empowers me, it gives me an all-over rush inside, as if I've just hopped off the treadmill after running for over a half an hour. I received a little more experience last semester with news writing and publication, and the effects on my confidence have been noticeable, not to mention productive.

Writing for a weekly publication required an implementation of a level of self-discipline, not large, but significant enough to keep deadlines and speak to strangers at events or over the phone. I became more familiar with my news-grade camera in organic settings and posed shots, and if you own a DSLR and lack the formal training requisite to operating one effectively, you can appreciate how diminished my frustration level is with my portable $700 investment. I also acquired and effectively utilized a handheld microphone, which is quite an accomplishment, as I had been neglecting my $50 investment in my car's center console for the past few months. Apparantly I can't write while driving "because it's dangerous and a bad idea oh no fender bender wtf", but I felt so pretentious being seen speaking into my hand. Then again, if the opinions of others supersede my own, isn't that sort of like social slavery? An unnecessary idea, either way; I'm much more productive with it, and i can get natural, accurate quotes with it.

Tech aside, I committed to producing regular news writing and made good on my word. Writing is something I am obsessed with and eternally put off until I started writing for the paper. I've established a rhythm, so reporting feels less awkward, and with the responses I've been getting from peers and the people I'm covering, I've been seriously considering science journalism as a post-college career option. A realistic one, not an "Imma get published every day and write what I want!", more an "I have the clips, contacts, passion and experience to impress an employer and cash a check for journalism."

 For the first time ever, my little girl dream of writing science for the newspaper seems feasible. I allow myself to think about it now, and use the ambition to motivate my actions, and read more, write more, rinse, repeat. I remember taking a class tour of the Kansas City Star in the fifth grade, thinking "I'm gonna work here" as I looked at the desks and the papers strewn about coffee cups and hundreds of post-its and pens without caps and pinned scraps of idea and photo. I must have been eleven or ten, real young. Around that time, I started running, too. That was the year my mom gave me my all-time favorite book, The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Teens by Sean Covey. It's odd that a self-help book is my fondest, you say? But I love it so much!

I have always taken notes, I cannot leave the house without a pen and notepad, or i'll just end up inadvertently pilfering the waitress' pen scrawling notes on a napkin stained with chicken or something equally delicious. My grandma, a couple months before she died, said I always did love to write. That's gonna be one of those "stick with ya" quotes for me, I can already feel it. I remember at 14, when 9/11 hit I was a freshman, and I was devastated. Cried all day, my peers asked me if I had family in New York, as if it Cmattered, it was nuts! The bodies? Seeing the second one hit? Dude, I almost blacked out. I came home, and did something I'll never forget, something that will define my professional ambitions for the rest of my life: I turned on the radio and the television in my room, locked the door, and began writing. Scrawling, everything I could hear, see, think of, it got written down, like some methed out Pokemon trainer on a bender in an especially populated part of the map. I stopped crying at some point because the ink stopped smearing, I was so confused, and felt raw, so I kept writing, ripping, stacking piles, remembering names and numbers and cross referencing between breaking sources, attempting to uncover some solution, ANY indication or thread of certainty or security, and there wasn't any. The largest national disaster since pearl harbor, and there's no story. It was then that I saw it, the talking heads, the corporate lead-ins, the cheery PC propaganda pieces, the shiny sterile looking mouth pieces in suits that get returned alongside the clip on mic. This is a dog and pony show. You people, what are you saying? Who are you talking to? This is no solution! You're facilitating the emergency at this point, or at least refusing to cease acceleration in your coverage of what, exactly? Nothing!

Two things I will never, ever forget from that evening: reporting is a way to cope and understand chaos (it aids), and reporting is a way to control the mind with fear and the illusion of professionalism and expertise. i am most satisfied with the former, and am naturally inclined towards it, but I must always expect the latter, and not be fooled by misinformation. A very stark establishment of journalistic integrity, to be sure.

Okay, the links:

(TBA need to interview a Campus Sustainability department head for a story, then head to a staff meeting for the paper. posting news when i return)