On Sealladah -

For the next few weeks, it may be that this main page gets hit by a bunch of folks visiting from Sealladh – my guild in SWTOR.  You are, of course, welcome to hang about and read what little’s here (and what else will be showing up in the near future) – but if you’re looking for the guild website, you’ll find it both in the links to the right (That way: ——>) and here below:

 

http://site29a.com/Sealladh

On Openmindedness:

There’s been a fun series of comments in my last G+ update, but the discussion is starting to get more involved than G+ really promotes in comments. That said, I thought I’d take a moment to respond more in detail, and more visibly, here on the front page.

The chain of comments discusses my personal crusade against quackery, and essentially pitches around two ideas. The first is, “if it’s harmless, why be upset about it?”. It seems simple enough, right? If wearing magnet bracelets is worthless but harmless, why not let people freely have their placebo-of-choice? Why stomp all over it? Every time I hear that, I have to admit, I mentally add the words “you meanie!” to the end of the question – to me, for whatever reason, it always feels like they’re there, even if they haven’t been explicitly stated.

The second question seems to be, “but if you’re close-minded, what about the stuff like this that works?” That’s a thornier proposition, and one I’ll address.

Let’s start, though, by talking about the first one: the reason I am so adamantly against pseudoscience and quackery is that, like any other foundational belief, pseudoscience requires that you accept its propositions as truth in order for the products to make sense. Put another way, if you’re buying a magnet bracelet to help with your daily aches and pains, some part of you has to accept the premise that magnets worn on your wrist affect aches and pains. Whether or not you agree with whatever woojie explanation is on the back of the card that the little silicone bracelet came on is wholly immaterial – you’re accepting a fundamental statement about reality that quite bluntly isn’t true.

The rest of your worldview builds on and through this premise. You incorporate it into your life, you use it in decision-making. This little bit of non-fact becomes something, as a human animal, you forge into what would otherwise be a set of useful, acquired knowledge for interacting with existence.

We do this all the time – there’s even a logical fallacy built around the human capacity for misassigning causes: Confirmation Bias. The lengthier version of the fallacy is the fallacy of false cause: ‘cum hoc ergo propter hoc’ – “with this, therefore because of this.” We humans, without external prompting, naturally connect events that occur in chronological order with significance. Intriguingly, it’s a great place to begin trying to understand the universe – it’s even right, some of the time. (Because lightning, thunder!) It is not, however, even correct most of the time.

Magnets may be harmless – if you discount the chineese sweatshop employee abuses for the people making them, the waste of materials that go into their construction, and the loss of dollars that little, useless bit of silicone and magnetite represent. However, pseudoscience is not.

Take, for instance, the current antivaxer movement. For the uninitiated, the story goes something like this:

“My child was diagnosed with autism right after they got their first round of vaccinations! Vaccinations cause autism! OHNOES!”

Fuel was fed to this fire when a doctor by the name of Andrew Wakefield filed a study with the New England Journal of Medicine that seemed to support the idea. Suddenly, parents everywhere were worried about vaccinations, and an entire industry – the homeopaths and alternative medicine providers – leaped at the chance to push their snake oil on the public.

Despite the fact that Dr. Wakefield’s study is a hodgepodge of errors and assumptions, that it’s been thoroughly debunked, that more research has gone into vaccines and autism as a result (good!), that Dr. Wakefield’s motives were uncovered and considered so ethically egregious that he’s been stripped of his medical license… well.. the damage is done.

Hysterical parents, led by Jenny McCarthy, have withdrawn from vaccinations en masse, using arguments like “those diseases don’t exist anymore!” and “whoever heard of someone dying from the measels?” and “shouldn’t we just be safe?” to make sure their kids don’t get vaccinated. Some have gone so far as to mail infected candy to uninfected children so that these childhood diseases can be contracted. We were at a point in this country that children didn’t have to suffer through incredibly dangerous illnesses like measels and mumps and even chicken pox.. and now parents are doing their darndest to infect their own children in the name of ‘safety!’.

As a direct result of this pseudoscience tolerance, 866 people have died since this scare began as a direct result of the antivaxer movement. 866 people have died because of quackery.

Pertussis – which was kept at bay through herd immunity in affected populations – is on the rise. Doctors are seeing their first cases of measles an mumps in decades. What’s next, a resurgence of polio after some unlucky child visits a country where it’s still endemic?

These things – homeopathy, anti-vaxxers, the alternative health movement, and even magnets and high colonics, may not be individually anything more than harmless. Their aggregate effects, however, are deadly.

Knowing the truth – taking the time to understand the issues and, more, to understand that scientific inquiry remains the only tool we humans have for uncovering the reality of the world around us – means being wholly skeptical of any claim until the evidence exists to prove its utility. That magnet bracelet may not look like much, but it’s significant of an entire class of problems that come when we assume ‘open-mindedness’ means ‘give everything the benefit of the doubt’.

Clearing the Dust

Every year, seems like, I clear the dust and resolve to be a better blogger.  We’ll see if I can pull it off this year.  Who knows?

What I do know is that themes this year will include beliefs, making things, roleplaying, fiction, game systems, work training, and a few other oddities that go beyond what I can post in my Google+ account.  So this year is a three-prong attempt to continue writing:  the blog here, G+, and the fun I’m having in SWTOR and the potential fiction that will arise from it.

Onward and upward!

 

2011 Movies: Cedar Rapids

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2011 Movies: Captain America: The First Avenger

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And the Castle Didn’t Eat Us:

My knees are sore.

It’s one of the unique things about getting older; you get sore in weird places after a weekend of exertion and insanity – stressing insanity, of course. My arms are achy, my knees are sore, my back feels weirdly better than it has in months…

… and my floon is so extremly high for life in general that I have actual enthusiasm, which is a hell of a thing.

I know it sounds cliche to say, but the reason we LARP is simple:  for a little while, we remove ourselves from the  mundanity of life around us and do a little more than we have before.  And the best part?  Unlike a book or movie – or even most video games – it’s our choices.  It isn’t linear, pre-scripted gelling of other people’s storylines:  it’s us.  Fully us.  Completely us.

I hope for more one-days (and may be instrumental in organizing a few) as, frankly, I enjoy the timebound experience a lot more than the usual metric of “Late Friday thru Early Sunday” that isn’t much more comprehensive.

But the best part?  My creativity is restored, my zest for my own life is at full swing, and I find myself back on the optimism side of the fence.  No matter how much we may gripe, it’s all about that, isn’t it?  The fun and the crazy that makes our real lives that much more interesting, and lets us face it with that more sparkle.

Raar.  And Woot.

QualiaSoup On Morality:

On Belief and Ambition -

Throughout most of my life, I believed in things.  I believed in God, I believed in the infallability of my parents, I believed in.. oh, well, everything from Santa Claus to the Tooth Fairy to how good priests were supposed to be.  Over the years, my illusions have faded.

My father may still be one of my heroes, but I no longer believe what he says without qualification.  I love him, sure, but when he tells me the entire Obama presidency is a scheme by George Soros to take over the world, and that the birth certificate is a forgery?  My sighs are great and my sadness heavy.  He can’t understand why I won’t take his word for it, and I can’t understand why reality doesn’t make a dent in his ironclad beliefs.

God?  Well, we’ve been on about God.

Santa?   When I was five I learned about the incredible energies that would be involved in traipsing around the world and seeing every little child, and gave up on that.  It didn’t help that someone I trusted tried to help me keep my belief by saying “well, he doesn’t have to stop in Africa.  They don’t believe in him.”  That went over poorly to the sense of justice of a five-year-old, lemme tell ya.

Easter bunny?  I can’t recall ever believing that one.

Tooth fairy?  Mom withdrew a few dollars from the bank one day, and gave them to me to hold.  One of them had a red mark on the back, likely from a teller’s inkpen or something similar; that turned up in place of my tooth.  1+1 always equals 2.  I didn’t tell her, though – I still had a bunch of teeth left to lose.

Remarkably, though, every time I lost one of these ingrained beliefs, my world opened just a little farther.  When I quit believing in Santa, I started giving away toys to Goodwill:  how could parents make sure their kids got toys for Christmas when they didn’t have the money to do so, after all?  To this day, I drop toys in the bin by the door on my way out of retailers’ shops during the season.  Dad?  When I realized I couldn’t just believe in him, it opened me to new perspectives and the necessity for evidence.  I devour books and content, and try to find uses for everything I learned.  I now no longer take any authority figure for granted – I look for ‘whys’, not ‘whats’.

When I lost God? My entire existence became … open.  Everything gained a sense of wonder in a way I hadn’t noticed before.  Every moment  became precious.  I look at my wife and suddenly can’t take her for granted:  my time is all there is, and all I want to do is make it worth something.  I try to help, I try to grow, I try to change everything around me for the better.  I get frustrated when people put things off – how dare they?  Don’t they know how little time they have? The need to DO burns in me.

I now look for art.  I now try to create. I now try to be the best I can, and change the world for the better around me.  Without the simple comforts and easy answers of belief, I have discovered that I have an ambition to make something of the time I have.  I feel like I’m flying instead of walking, exploring instead of trodding well-worn paths.

It is exhilarating.  Breathless.  And it hasn’t worn off.

2011 Movies: Kung Fu Panda 2

Now, it’s no secret that Kung Fu Panda was arguably one of my favorite movies of the last several years – right up there with Shrek and the Batman reboot.  There’s just something inherently fun about a movie that embraces the HK action tropes while bringing a western sense of fun to the proceedings – and all with a pretty good message to boot.

I have to admit, when I saw KFP 2 show up on my list of movies to watch for, I was both excited and nervous at the prospect of extending the story of one of my favorite film franchises.  I’m glad to say it wasn’t a dissapointment.

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2011 Movies: Green Lantern

And so, another of my childhood heroes hit the big screen… and I am reminded that, like the studio era of old, it’s very difficult for Hollywood to produce something obviously bad.

No, really, I mean it – movies like Gigli and Ishtar just don’t really make it out into the world anymore, which is good – but it means that Hollywood exists by playing it safe, even when safe is boring and predictable, and reveals its flaws.  A lot of my friends call Green Lantern a terrible film; I respond by saying “I have seen terrible, and this ain’t it.”  It is, however, flawed – and deeply so.

 

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