Archive for March, 2008

King of My Castle Doctrine

Saturday, March 29th, 2008

Texas’ Castle Doctrine law came on the books three day before a shooting inside a musicians home resulted in another dead musician and many anguished fans:
Dallas police Sgt. Larry Lewis says his department isn’t pursuing charges against the neighbor who shot Albrecht due in large part to the new “castle doctrine” law that allows a person to protect their property with deadly force.

Coincidentally, the neighbor involved in the shooting is also a musician. Logg, 54, is a blues guitarist who goes by the nickname “Smokey” and has recorded multiple albums.

Albrecht had been a keyboard player for Edie Brickell & New Bohemians since 1999 and had played several times with Brickell’s husband, Paul Simon.Imagine being the person on the inside of the house, shouting unheeded warnings, as a huge, raving man is trying to kick your door in. The people call 911. They screamed warnings. A warning shot was sent high through the door. Should he be tried for murder?

Under the Castle Doctrine, a person doesn’t have to attempt to retreat, he can defend himself. So a grand jury will look at it. It seems they can only find the obvious: he defended himself.

There is a difference between defense and vigilantism. Jodi Foster’s movie deals with this subject, but she believes guns are bad, bad, bad. I just don’t believe her. If a huge, drug-crazed man was coming through her door, would she defend herself and her children? She’d be immoral if she didn’t.

An important aside about the medication the dead man was on:
The story that emerged later was much more complicated. This was no raging lunatic — his girlfriend said he had never came close to such behavior. Indeed, he is invariably described as “even-tempered and sometimes shy,” and that never changed with alcohol in the mix, friends said.

Earlier that night, he had about five drinks, according to his best friend. That would’ve rated as a normal night, except that he was also taking an anti-smoking drug called Chantix for about a week. Mr. Albrecht and his girlfriend, who was also on the drug, previously mentioned “crazy, insane, almost horrific dreams” while on the drug. More from Danny Balis, the friend:

Was it a combination of sleep deprivation, booze, and the stop-smoking pills that sent him off? It’s the only explanation i can even think of. What was described to me sounded like a walking black out. In my years of knowing him, and all the girls he dated, I have never once heard of him getting abusive or physical with them. It was not his character. Especially with the woman that I know for a fact he loved dearly.

“I really believe it was the drug,” Ryann Rathbone, his girlfriend, told The Dallas Morning News.If this is the case, it is doubly a tragedy.

Thanks to KAL for the tip.

The Worst Announcers in Sports

Thursday, March 27th, 2008

Mike Gottfried
I’m sorry, but you’d think that you’d have to be able to speak English in order to be a sports announcer in this country. Mike Gottfried is proof otherwise. The guy rarely finishes sentences during games and often mistakes current players for ones who have already graduated. Every Saturday, Gottfried manages to make one of the most thrilling events on earth feel like your grandfather’s alcohol intervention. How on earth this man ever led Pitt to two bowl game victories remains one of the greatest mysteries in all of sports.

Pam Ward
As if listening to Mike Gottfried’s drunken analysis between plays wasn’t bad enough, Big Ten fans have to endure the voice of Pam Ward during plays. Yes, I know she’s a girl– and that isn’t helping anything. Let me set this straight. Televised football is a product. Networks have a responsibility to their employees and investors to make the most money possible. If the consumers of that product don’t want to stray from the norm, then that’s perfectly fine. Networks should feel no social obligation to force an unwanted product on the fans.

That being said, it isn’t really her gender that annoys me– it’s that baritone sounding voice of hers. If you have to put a lady in the booth, why not play to our interests? Toss a phone sex operator or a French accent at us or something.

Chris Berman
“Oh lord.” That’s my reaction every time I turn on the television and see Berman’s mug in the booth. A nickname for every player and a pun in every phrase– that’s Berman’s philosophy. Does this guy honestly think that, “Back, back, back, back…” is one of the great sports tag lines of all time? Talk about beating a dead horse. But considering that he just got “jacked up” by Phil Mushnick, I’ll let Berman off easy this time.

Bill Walton
Walton tops my list of worst announcers. He’s so bad, in fact, that he’s also my favorite announcer. Walton’s attempt at putting graceful verbiage on everything during a game is one of the funniest comedy acts you’ll ever witness. Mid-season, in normal discourse, you’ll get actual quotes like this one from Bill:

“The added muscle and bulk from pushing that steel and the natural maturation process now enables this grandmaster to regularly accomplish the unimaginable without dragging around excessive bulk and baggage. Most top players get to the point where they truly believe that anything is possible. Most are also governed by gravity, the laws of physics and self-regulating mental control mechanisms. Kobe has left all these behind. The extra strength and stamina have made him a superior 3-point shooter, a most dominant defender and arguably the game’s top rebounder.”

See how he so casually proclaims that Kobe is not governed by scientific laws and that he also the best rebounder in the NBA? Have at it, Walt. Have at it, my man. He’ll also go history buff with it:

“Mike Bibby just made the worst pass… in the history of Western Civilization!”

“But you have to understand, my beard is so nasty. I mean, it’s the only beard in the history of Western civilization that makes Bob Dylan’s beard look good.”

“John Stockton is one of the true marvels, not just of basketball, or in America, but in the history of Western Civilization!”

Ease up on the history of Western Civilization, Walt. I mean sure, Stockton is great, but I don’t think he’s one of the top wonder’s this side of the world. I wouldn’t be ranking him up there with the Grand Canyon or the Hoover Dam just yet. Regardless, Walton is truly the worst announcer in the history of sports, and we all love him for it. Late.

Cee's Fashion Tips: Nerdness

Wednesday, March 19th, 2008

“May the warp factor be with you.”

Um… I don’t even know where to begin with this one.

And I really hope that R2-D2 isn’t doing anything funny with his top access panels.

Cee’s an idiot. Check out Daphne and Tamara for real fashion tips in SL.

Word.

Random Sunday…

Tuesday, March 18th, 2008

The other day, the UPS guy came by to deliver some art supplies I had ordered online. And then I thought about a guy I dated for a summer in Vermont years and years ago. He was the local UPS guy. And his aunt worked for Tampax. And would bring me free Tampons. It was great. It makes me laugh.

I just finished designing some wedding invitations for a client the other day. It took a week of tedious concentration and drafts and emails back and forth, since she is in Washington. I did an ink/pastel illustration, which made it unique, she didn’t have a problem with that…she just couldn’t decide what frickin’ font she wanted…Some advice for you…never work for a bride. Never. Ever. If you want to keep your sanity, don’t ever work for a bride.

In other news, I have a neighbor up the street who is a nut. I don’t live in the most rural area…in fact, I live in a “square” with a few shops and bistro and some condos renovated from old houses and then some single family homes. The main street that runs by is a thoroughfare for everyone and their brother, including the Harley Davidson crowd. My neighbor, who is about 60, enjoys walking his blind and deaf dog, who has no problem barking at whatever he “senses” is out there, in his boxer shorts. And only his boxer shorts, with Vans. And he’s usually smoking a cigar. Ratty ones at that. He says he’s religious because he wears “hole-y” underwear. Nice neighborhood I live in.

The best movie to show your kids on a rainy day: Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. It’s like, THREE HOURS LONG! (okay, 144 minutes) Hard to believe it came out 9 years before I was born.

You can imagine my excitement, upon craving something other than yogurt and toast and an orange (all that is left for the most part in my fridge to eat) when I realized I had three pieces of leftover pizza in my fridge the other night. And leftover bacon from the pancake breakfast the girls and I had. That made quite a dinner. Especially when I scraped the last of the peanut butter out of the jar onto the last of my bread and grilled it with the bacon inside. Yes, that’s what I said. Grilled peanut butter and bacon. Try it.

We’ve have a water ban on any outdoor watering in our town for a month now, by hose, by sprinkler and by hand. “D” has an incredible garden, flowers, trees, frog pond, tomatoes, hot peppers…when the turned on the water ban, I asked him how he felt about not watering the garden, since he has toiled all spring and summer on it as well as spent a fortune on plantings…his response “I’ve been hauling my ass out at midnight with buckets of water to water everything! FUCK THIS TOWN!” The image of him in my head, sneaking out in the pitch dark with buckets of water to water his yard makes me snicker.

This morning was beautiful, a beautiful Fall day. My mother took the girls to Sunday School so I left all my work behind and took a walk over the hill to the beach. Surf was up, as were about 15 surfers and I felt nostalgia for my childhood in Malibu. And then, I walked home past the golf course and thought to myself “I absolutely fucking hate golf.”

A little tip…when you want chocolate and you don’t have anything in the house, in hiding places, in the freezer (no more Dove Bars!), go to your baking cupboard and grab a handful of chocolate chips…or two handfuls…it works for me. When desperate, eat chocolate chips.

In approximately 3.24 hours I will be heading over to Steam’s place. I am so ready to see him, it’s been 4.65 days since I have seen him last when he came for a visit one evening after work. And he is the one who just called to give me those figures. Which I love. That he’s counting…I’m taking chicken tortilla soup that is currently on the stove simmering, cornbread and some salad…I am contemplating making a pie but not sure if I have enough fruit…anyway he can’t cook worth beans…really…and then he warned me on the phone this morning”You’ll have to close your eyes and I will just lead you to the one clean room in the house because I stepped out of my shorts in the living room, haven’t done dishes for a few days and the dog has shed all over the family room…” …a bachelor…I don’t care, as long as I don’t live in it…at least the one clean room is the bedroom…

Theater review: 'Marisol'

Monday, March 17th, 2008

There’s a fine line between the haves and the have-nots in Jose Rivera’s potent “Marisol.” How fine? A couple of hundred dollars.

That’s the amount that one character in the Epic Theatre Company production, known only as Woman with Furs (memorably played by Lori Gambero, whose distinctive voice has never sounded better), goes over her credit limit. She bought a fancy hat thinking it’s no big deal if she goes a few dollars over. But the authorities took a dimmer view, she recalls in a searing monologue. Police busted into her house, punched her husband in the stomach, hauled her off and tortured her. Now she’s wandering around lost in New York with only one shoe, fighting for her survival on the streets.

Such is the crazy, mixed-up world found in this strange and often wild urban apocalyptic fantasy.
With its armies of Uzi-toting angels fighting a heavenly battle and a ravaged Manhattan in which all the food has turned to salt, it’s obvious from early on that Rivera — and director Janine Christl — are not embarking on a realistic journey in “Marisol,” which continues through April 22 at Fresno City College. The play strings along a merry absurdist plotline that plucks the title character, played with great grace and tenacity by Gabriela Lawson, from her comfortable middle-class existence and thrusts her into an unrelenting series of emotional and physical setbacks.

Within the space of a few hours she is attacked on the subway, abandoned by her guardian angel, threatened by an ice-cream-cone-wielding crackpot who wants her to pay him for working on the film “Taxi Driver” and gets hit on by her friend’s crazed brother. And that’s just in the first act.

What is realistic about “Marisol,” however — and ultimately what makes it so compelling — is in how astutely it depicts human behavior. Though Marisol grew up in a rough-and-tumble part of the Bronx, and has stubbornly stayed there even though she has an upscale job in Manhattan, a part of her left the old neighorhood long ago. In time-honored American capitalistic style, she has worked and studied hard, raising her social class.

Thus, when she confronts the man on the subway who later turns out to attack her (or does he? Is anything in this play what it seems?), she acidly asks, “Why don’t you just get a job?”

And when the Woman in Furs attempts to differentiate herself from the common rabble, she explains she’s educated and doesn’t “belong” on the streets.

For a play that’s supposed to be all about compassion, these are interesting sentiments. To me, “Marisol” is much more than a generic, do-unto-others call for compassion. (Which could actually be rather preachy and bland.) Instead, it’s much more a pointed commentary on the ways that humans divide and segregate. Feeling superior to someone else can have the effect of building self-esteem. If you’re successful, it must be because you’re a better person, right? “Marisol” is in one sense an indictment on Calvinist predestination, one of the underpinnings of American society. Near the end, after Marisol has undergone her near-biblical-style trials and tribulations, she notes that most of us crave intellectual detachment from our surroundings — the ability to read about the misery of the world and not lose a minute out of the day.

If all this sounds like some heavy intellectual lifting, you’d be right. “Marisol” is not for those out for a light-hearted evening of theater. Though flecked with humor, the play is dark and dour.

And Christl, along with lighting designer Evan Commins and costumer Debora Crockett Bolen, in a crisp minimalist production, nicely capture those shades of darkness. Using vibrant artworks from local artists as the backdrop, the show’s design isn’t big on literal settings. (A couple of couches become an apartment; a desk becomes an office; an empty space becomes an apocalyptic New York.) Austin Frost’s powerful sound design and original music teases out the chaotic character of the city, from the howl of the wind to the distant boom of clashing angels.

Lawson, as Marisol, gives a husky and passionate performance. She has a nice ability to tackle the more cerebral elements of the script without seeming pretentious. (OK, there’s going to be some pretension in a show such as this, but it’s never overpowering.) Kandace Stokes, as Marisol’s friend June, does not yet have as assured a stage presence as Lawson, but you can see real potential. Deanna Pierro likewise is a little tentative in the role — her performance opening night almost seemed sluggish — but she brings a striking quality to the role. Adam Meredith, as June’s loony brother Lenny, has a romp of a good time, turning in one of his classic tousled-hair, crazy-eyed performances.

There’s room for improvement in the show, of course. The first act comes to a somewhat awkward close. The ensemble seems underused in terms of adding to the atmosphere of the show. (It’s too bad the angel is missing so much of the second act.) And the wonderful intensity of the final scene — the magic, you could say — is harder to find in the play’s earlier moments. But “Marisol” is big, brash, complex and taxing. It asks, in more ways than one: How much are you willing to give?

A condensed version of this review will appear in Friday’s 7 section.

Brown Sugar Canna (Canna x generalis ‘Brown Sugar’)

Sunday, March 16th, 2008

Brown Sugar Canna
Canna x generalis ‘Brown Sugar’

Happy Fourth of July to all the Americans out there, and to others too, but it is just another summer Wednesday to you. I am posting before going off to the Brooklyn Botanical Garden today. I am really excited as I haven’t been down there in a couple of years and the last couple of visits have been during the way off-season. I hope to get some pictures to share with you. The Canna pictured today is ‘Brown Sugar’. It really has a dark leaf and while they haven’t come out yet a pink flower. It is suppose to get to 3 to 4 feet, which to me is a short or dwarf Canna. I didn’t actually order these they were sent as a substitution and I am happy that I got them.

On the other side of the spectrum here is a silver colored ground cover called ‘Silver Brocade’ (Artemisia stelleriana). It has been fairly compact in the garden (12 to 15 inches tall). It has yellow flowers but I find them of little value and pinch them off. It needs great drainage and mine have thrived along in the stone dust and sand edge of a flagstone terrace. It features aromatic foliage.

A couple of weeks ago we had a hail storm at the Estate. I wasn’t there as it was a Saturday night but it sure did a lot of damage. It made some of the deepest and broadest washouts I have seen in my 20+ years there. It also shredded the Cannas, Catalpas (Purple and Golden), Hostas and a slew of other plants. It was about marble sized from the owners report. It seemed to devastate some plants and not really affect others. The Brown Sugar Canna was shredded but the picture is from a new leaf. All in all the hail storm is one of the most damaging summer storms I have seen there, beside the micro-burst that knocked down 40 trees but that is a story for another day. It left about 3 inches of leaves from all the trees all over everything and I have finally got most of that cleaned up. The Bananas were totally messed up but are already coming back. I have a small group of fruit on the largest tree but some animal has decided to eat them.

The Hosta collection was pretty much torn up and I have been cutting them back. I was sorry to see ‘Pineapple Upside Down Cake’ (hybrid of H. sieboldiana x H. lancifolia) ruined before it reached its full glory.

Public Education vs The Military

Saturday, March 15th, 2008

Stuck in traffic yesterday I saw a bumpersticker that said…

“Wouldn’t the world be a better place if education had all the funding it needed and the military had to hold bakesales to buy tanks.”

At first it made me smile but then I had to think a little what a crock!!!!

I have been on both sides of the fence, I spent 20+ years in the Navy and also several years teaching when I got out.

I have a few thoughts about that.

I saw a lot of waste in the military, any organization that is as large as the Military is has some waste but in the Military we tried to control it when we found it. Sure I remember the $800 toilet seat and the $600 hammer. And although those were the militaries fault, those who were really responsible for that were the contractors the Military hired to build the weapon systems. Those were expenditures hidden in thousands of pages of equipment costs. In time the government accounting agencies would have found them but some young reporter looking for a scoop found it first.

I also so a lot of waste in the public education sector. And not just in equipment and expenditures. There was a lot of waste in the personnel sectors.

Here is some of the comparisons I have seen.

In the military its up or out. You either continue to improve, to take on more challenging assignments, and be successful at what you do or you are released and sent home. Not the same in the education world. Most schools are set up like any other organization a leader, (the principle), a second in command, (the asst principles) and groups or departments with department heads leading those groups. In the Navy its CO, XO, Dept heads and so on. In my years in the Navy I worked long hours and took the most challenging jobs to be better than my contemporaries so that I could be advanced however, in the education world, a teacher can do thirty years as a teacher and never ever do a day of overtime. I witnessed first hand teachers turning down the job as Dept Head because they didn’t want the chance that they would have to stay late one day to attend a Dept Head meeting. On several occasions the job of Dept Head went to the junior person in the Dept because thats who was left to refuse the job. In the Navy Junior Officers fought over who would get collateral duties so they could impress the CO. In the education world I saw teachers fight over collateral duties but it was for who had to take them they just did not want the work. I heard the argument that if teachers got paid what Officers in the Military did they would be willing to spend the extra time, but a new officer and a new teacher make about the same but the new officer will put in ten times the work that a teacher does. I knew teachers that could beat students out of the building when the last bell rang. Not a moment more. Why do we employ teachers, give them annual raises and continue to pay for their continued education if they are not going to strive to be the best. And remember this is on top of only having to work 9 out of 12 months. Teachers are paid for the summer months even though school is out most places.

Next is equipment. In the Navy, I had to account for my computer, of TVs ar VCRs or any other piece of gear all the time. If it came up missing their was an investigation, if I was at fault I had to pay for it and it was reflected on my annual evaluation. In the school system, at least the one I was in, the school couldn’t account for all the audio visual equipment nor the computers it had. If your classroom was issued a computer and it came up missing an investigation report was written and that was all that happened, no penalty for loosing the computer, even if it was the teachers fault. Little accountability, I would bet that if it was to be investigated most school systems see a high turn over for those type of items.

And what do the schools do with the money they get for repairs and upkeep? In the Navy a good paint job on a shore based facility could last for a couple of years, at a school that same paint job would be lucky to last a complete year. Why, because the students are not held accountable for their actions. Deface school property and it might get you detention or even suspension, do it in the military and its a possible court martial. But the students don’t get caught, why is that? The teachers don’t care. They are not watching for students doing something illegal, they aren’t paid for that, but in a round about way they are. If they didn’t have to keep cleaning and painting the walls that money could go for something else.

And sports, my favorite subject. My children played high school sports and did well but I always thought that the new uniforms and equipment they used every year was not in keeping with the rest of the schools budget. When was the last time the schools Debate Team got a uniform, or the Key Club or any other team or club that represents the school as well as or even better then the sports teams? Seldom.

And what about the bake sales? When was the last time a teacher in a school put his or her life on the line? I know I know, some schools are like War zones, bull…. they are not and never will be. I taught in one of those inner city schools where teachers were afraid to go in the halls and I never once had a problem with the students and I went out in the halls all the time. Or does a teacher defend the freedoms and priciples this country was built on? Heck no. They have a hard time teaching it, just listen to what some of them teach your children. If not for the military, this country might still be flying the Union Jack or speaking German, or Russian, or Japanese or worse of all French. Thank God we are not, the schools would have a hard time teaching it.

The military isn’t perfect but it is a lot better than our school systems, why don’t we over haul them and pay for those teachers willing to put the effort out. They would have to constantly show improvement, be responsible for the students and equipment and be good citizens. If this were to happen I think you would see a better education system with a better budget.

Humor - How to Give a Cat a Bath

Thursday, March 13th, 2008


1. Know that although the kitty cat has the advantage of quickness and lack of concern for human life, you have the advantage of strength. Capitalize on that advantage by selecting the battlefield. Don’t try to bathe him in an open area where he can force you to chase him. Pick a very small bathroom. If your bathroom is more than four feet square, we recommend that you get in the tub with the cat and close the sliding-glass doors as if you were about to take a shower. (A simple shower curtain will not do. A berserk cat can shred a three-ply rubber shower curtain quicker than a politician can shift positions.)

2. Know that a cat has claws and will not hesitate to remove all the skin from your body. Your advantage here is that you are smart and know how to dress to protect yourself. We recommend canvas overalls tucked into high-top construction boots, a pair of steel-mesh gloves, an army helmet, a hockey face-mask, and a long-sleeved flak jacket.

3. Use the element of surprise. Pick up your cat nonchalantly, as if to simply carry him to his supper dish. (Cats will not usually notice your strange attire. They have little or no interest in fashion as a rule.)

4. Once you are inside the bathroom, speed is essential to survival. In a single liquid motion, shut the bathroom door, step into the tub enclosure, slide the glass door shut, dip the cat in the water and squirt him with shampoo. You have now begun one of the wildest 45 seconds of your life.

5. Cats have no handles. Add the fact that he now has soapy fur, and the problem is radically compounded. Do not expect to hold on to him for more than two or three seconds at a time. When you have him, however, you must remember to give him another squirt of shampoo and rub like crazy. He’ll then spring free and fall back into the water, thereby rinsing himself off. (The national record for cats is three latherings, so don’t expect too much.)

6. Next, the cat must be dried. Novice cat bathers always assume this part will be the most difficult, for humans generally are worn out at this point and the cat is just getting really determined. In fact, the drying is simple compared with what you have just been through. That’s because by now the cat is semi-permanently affixed to your right leg.

You simply pop the drain plug with your foot, reach for your towel and wait. (Occasionally, however, the cat will end up clinging to the top of your army helmet. If this happens, the best thing you can do is to shake him loose and to encourage him toward your leg.) After all the water is drained from the tub, it is a simple matter to just reach down and dry the cat.

In a few days the cat will relax enough to be removed from your leg. He will usually have nothing to say for about three weeks and will spend a lot of time sitting with his back to you. He might even become psychoceramic and develop the fixed stare of a plaster figurine.

You will be tempted to assume he is angry. This isn’t usually the case. As a rule he is simply plotting ways to get through your defenses and injure you for life the next time you decide to give him a bath. But at least now he smells a lot better.

Thinking About Evolution (Slight Reprise)

Wednesday, March 12th, 2008

A little over a year ago, I wrote a post describing some research showing that there are cognitive barriers to understanding evolution. There I listed three specific factors:

Intuitive theism, in which our intuitions lead us to make design inferences about complex kinds or under conditions of uncertainty; intuitions that can be reinforced culturally to an extent that it may be almost impossible to overcome them by the time we reach adulthood.
Intuitive essentialism, which causes us to believe that biological kinds have hidden internal essences which determine what they are, how they will behave, and what features they should have, and which may make us interpret evidence of adaptation in transformationalist, rather than Darwinian/modern biological varationist terms.
The role of explanatory power in determining the value of beliefs, and the fact that we may resist explaining our most cherished beliefs in order to avoid devaluing them.

The basic point is that people’s intuitions, which are likely innate, make the reception of scientific information about evolution more difficult, and the fact that religious beliefs are generally deeply cherished makes information that appears to lessen their value, like alternative explanations for the origin of species, more difficult to accept. In the May 18 issue of Science there’s a review article Paul Bloom and Deena Skolnick Weisberg (see also their Edge.com article, via Dr. Bloom) arguing much the same(1). Instead of focusing on evolution alone, though, Bloom and Weisberg argue that that our (innate) intuitions can negatively influence our reception of scientific information in a wide variety of domains. For example, in discussing our naïve physics, they write:

In some cases, there is such resistance to science education that it never entirely sticks, and foundational biases persist into adulthood. One study tested college undergraduates’ intuitions about basic physical motions, such as the path that a ball will take when released from a curved tube. Many of the undergraduates retained a common-sense Aristotelian theory of object motion; they predicted that the ball would continue to move in a curved motion, choosing B over A in Fig. 1. (p. 996)

Here’s their Figure 1 (from the same page):

It’s probably not news to many of you that our innate intuitions interfere with science education, as much has been written about it previously (Bloom himself wrote a very good book on intuitive dualism, which can interfere with learning about psychological and brain science). What may be new to many of you in this review is the discussion of children’s acceptance of testimony, much of which concerns fairly recent research. Bloom and Weisberg describe several factors that influence whether children accept testimony (much of which was discussed in a very good review by Harris and Koenig(2), which I talked about here), but the factor I find the most interesting involves how the way we talk about things influences their believability for children. Here’s a passage from the Harris and Koenig review:

[C]hildren hear people talk in a matter-of-fact fashion about the causal properties of germs or oxygen. Such remarks do not explicitly attest either to the existence of those entities or to the speaker’s faith in their existence. Thus, children rarely hear utterances such as, “There really are germs” or “I believe in oxygen.” Instead they hear claims and warnings that take the existence of the entities for granted, for example, “Throw that away - it has germs” or “He needs oxygen to breathe.” In the case of God or Santa Claus, on the other hand, children may well hear avowals such as “There really is a Santa Claus” or “I believe in God.” Such avowals may lead children to conclude that the existence of these special beings is not altogether beyond doubt. (p. 35 of the linked manuscript)

In other words, talking about things in a “matter-of-fact” fashion implies that there’s no doubt about their existence, and therefore children tend not do doubt them. Talking about them in a way that explicitly refers to their existence, or to our beliefs about their existence, on the other hand, causes children to believe that there is reason to doubt them. Bloom and Wiesberg note that people often say things like, “I believe in evolution,” implying that there is reason to doubt the reality of evolution, and therefore making children more wary of testimony about it.

They also note that both children and adults perceive some people as more trustworthy than others, with the trustworthiness of individuals varying depending on the domain. Doctors, for example, are trusted in the area of medicine, while preachers will be trusted (over doctors, presumably) when talking about religion. The perceived trustworthiness of a source can then influence whether we believe what they say, perhaps too much. Thus,

If the source is deemed trustworthy, people will believe the claim, often without really understanding it. Consider, for example, that many Americans who claim to believe in natural selection are unable to accurately describe how natural selection works. This suggests that their belief is not necessarily rooted in an appreciation of the evidence and arguments. Rather, this scientifically credulous subpopulation accepts this information because they trust the people who say it is true. (p. 997)

It should also be noted that, as this example shows, it’s not just those who are opposed to science who are affected by the factors that influence the acceptance of testimony. Even pro-science individuals are subject to their own cognitive biases (yes, that means you).

Bloom and Weisberg also argue that these facts about the acceptance of testimony can also help to explain cultural/societal differences in the level of acceptance of different scientific ideas. How people talk about scientific ideas (”matter-of-factly” vs. “I believe…,” for example), and the perceived trustworthiness of religious/anti-scientific vs. scientific sources of information can vary across societies. This variation can then affect the proportion of people in those societies who accept or reject particular scientific ideas.

Finally, I think it’s important to highlight two points that Bloom and Weisberg make. The first is that that both the influence of (innate) intuitions and the acceptance of testimony are factors that are not limited to science. These play a role in determining our political, moral, and just general world beliefs. Second, these aren’t the only factors that determine our beliefs in all of these domains. A couple bloggers have criticized Bloom and Weisberg for not mentioning other potential influences. Bloom and Wiesberg don’t mention the influence of the value of beliefs on the acceptance or rejection of scientific explanations, or the role of IQ in determining whether individuals can understand scientific information, for example. However, their review is not meant to be a comprehensive list of all of the factors that influence whether people become evolutionists or creationists. Instead, it’s meant to highlight some of the specifically cognitive factors, without excluding other, non-cognitive ones.

In closing, I want to say a few more things about fellow ScienceBlogger Jake Young’s response to the article. Jake criticizes his perception of two aspects of the article, which he describes thusly:

“They are arguing a very expansive view that Creationist beliefs are the result of some unremediated childishness, that Creationists beliefs are a disorder of delayed development”
“They are arguing a narrow view saying that Creationist beliefs are the result of a failure to focus on trustworthy individuals with a scientific understanding, that Creationist beliefs represent a failure to teach.”

Concerning the first, Jake writes:

With respect to (1), the facile analogy of the mental failures of adults with features present in children was something I thought we abandoned with Freud. To put it another way, Bloom and Weisberg equate Creationism and the “promiscuous teleology” of children when these are not equivalent. They argue that in believing in Creationism, people of faith are persist in acting like children — like the anal retentive tendencies described by Freud.

The Freud bashing makes me cringe, in part because it’s born of both an ignorance of Freud and a fairly gross misunderstanding of what Bloom and Weisberg are arguing, and in part because in psychology, comparing someone’s ideas to Freud’s has become the equivalent of comparing someone’s positions to Hitler’s in political arguments — it’s a facile method of vilifying them in order to dismiss them without engaging what they’re saying, and it stinks.

Focusing on Jake’s point, obscured as it is by a bad analogy, though, it’s pretty easy to see how he’s mistaken. The intuitions that children have about the physical world are not, as Jake seems to believe, childish intuitions. They are, rather, intuitions that have developed over millions of years to help us, both as children and adults, navigate the world effectively. It’s not surprising, then, that science is a relatively late development in human culture. Since much of science is counterintuitive — in fact, this is the reason science is valuable; if the world were more transparent, we’d know everything science has taught us without having to work for it — science has been a slow, arduous process of overcoming these intuitions through the collection of more and more data (with the aid of technology that allows us to measure things we wouldn’t otherwise be able to) and the gradual refinement of our explanations. Bloom and Weisberg are arguing, in essence, that where science is concerned, ontogeny recapitulates cultural history. Without education, almost everyone would stick to his or her intuitions, and be an intuitive theist, essentialist, Aristotelian, and mental dualist. Science education can counter people’s intuitions, however, leading to a more science-literate population, but it has an uphill battle because it is working against such deeply (perhaps evolutionarily) ingrained intuitions. In short, these intuitions aren’t childish, they’re just human, and education isn’t about ridding us of our intuitive retentiveness, but about helping us to see the world in ways that aren’t intuitively obvious.

With regard to his second perception, that Bloom and Weisberg are arguing “that Creationist beliefs represent a failure to teach,” Jake writes:

[I]f all Bloom and Weisberg are pointing out is the failure of scientific education, then this piece is completely unremarkable.

Well, quite obviously that’s not all Bloom and Weisberg are doing. It is true that in a sense, they are arguing that the existence of anti-scientific beliefs like creationism or ESP are the result of failures of education, but they’re saying much more than that. Specifically, they’re drawing on a great deal of recent research to suggest reasons why education may be failing in general (e.g., because it contradicts innate intuitions), and why it fails more in some societies than in others. They may not be saying anything new (it is a review, after all), but much of what they’re saying has likely not been heard by many scientists outside of cognitive psychology (and in some cases, outside of cognitive development). Since the rejection of science by large swaths of the American population can have profound social and political implications, it’s important that people like Bloom and Weisberg (and Jake Young, and Chris of Mixing Memory) do everything they can to spread the word about research that sheds light on what leads to that rejection. Read the entire post | Read the comments on this post

And you thought this only happened to Katie Holmes

Tuesday, March 11th, 2008

Call it Identity Theft, NC-17.

A Houston woman named Kristen Syvette Wimberly is suing her former high school BFF, Lara Madden, who has built herself a tidy little career in adult films using the nom de porn Syvette Wimberly.

I think you can see the problem here.

The faux Syvette Wimberly (pictured above, in a rare fully clothed moment) has appeared in about a dozen motion pictures “for more mature audiences” made by porn entrepreneurs Vivid Entertainment, also named as defendants in the lawsuit. Predictably, Vivid management declined comment on the pending legal action.

The real Syvette Wimberly claims that the misappropriation of her handle for lascivious purposes has resulted in “humiliation, embarrassment, loss of enjoyment of life, emotional distress, mental anguish and anxiety.”

Not to mention 20 or 30 blind dates, and numerous proposals of marriage.

I guess I’m fortunate that, to the best of my knowledge — not that I’ve done extensive research in this area, mind you — no male porn star has ever used my name as a pseudonym. That would be a huge burden to bear. So to speak.

Let this be a lesson to you expectant parents: If you give your child a name that sounds like a stripper or a porno queen — say, Syvette Wimberly — expect to see it splashed across a lurid DVD case someday.

Just hope that the photo next to the name isn’t your daughter’s.