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Monday, May 27, 2013

The Reason Why You Shouldn't Make Me Spend Two Hours Watching Pseudoscience and Then Make Me Write a Paper On It

So I had to watch a complete pseudoscientific turd of a movie for my religion class and then write a paper on it. I did not appreciate this. So I wrote a paper explaining its awfulness. You can watch the movie itself and judge whether it deserves the bile I spill about it here. Now I wait and see what my grade will be, because it was kind of my final.

What the Bleep Do We Know
As strongly as you appeared to enjoy this movie, Mr. C___, I disagreed with many of the concepts that it brought up. I have issues with it both philosophically and scientifically. The entire movie was so New Age that I am genuinely surprised it did not mention the healing power of crystals. It abuses the science of quantum physics and implies that we, as human beings, has control over the most basic forces of the universe, rather than being the end product of those forces.
Just as an example, one of my issues with the science of the movie is with the experiment with water crystallization. A quick Google search tells me that the scientist responsible for that study, one Masaru Emoto, has been castigated by the scientific community for failing to be properly objective and for allowing human error to influence his work. Harriet Hall, a physician who writes for the Skeptical Enquirer, wrote that it was “hard to see how anyone could mistake [the water crystallization experiment] for science.” Mr. Emoto’s peers in the scientific community report that the entire experiment was bunk and failed to be scientifically responsible in any way, yet the movie reports everything found in his study as gospel truth. It is difficult, with such a fundamental lack of responsibility, to take seriously anything else the movie says. Furthermore, the claim it makes about crime going down in DC when people meditated was false. The rates of violent crime and murder actually went up. The movie blatantly lies.
I have similar issues on the philosophical side of the movie. By confusing quantum physics with philosophy, it misrepresents both. It is one thing to posit that God is present in the movements of quantum particles – should God be truly present in the world, then She would be present in everything and therefore present in quantum motion by default. It is another thing entirely to suggest that simply by thinking positively we can affect the crystallization of water, or that by thinking really hard we can change our location in the quantum universe, or that by having some sort of revelation we can change our entire brain chemistry and no longer need such trivialities as antidepressant medication. That’s when this movie crosses the line from simply laughably wrong to both physically and philosophically dangerous. It is physically dangerous because people are prescribed anti-depressants for a reason – to assume one day simply because they are feeling better that they no longer need the medicine will result in them crashing into a depressive state again and all the difficulties that caused originally. It is philosophically dangerous because it implies that anyone who is unhappy deserves to be so, because they obviously aren’t trying hard enough. Not only is it untrue, but it is also the last thing that a depressed person needs to hear.
Finally, I have issues with the creators themselves. All three of the credited creators, William Arntz, Betsy Chasse, and Mark Vicente, are students of the Ramtha School of Enlightenment, whose founder has proudly declared ‘F*** you, Catholics!” to a cheering audience of her students. The school itself supposedly teaches its students to be able to access their latent mental abilities, including psychokinesis, telepathy, and clairvoyance. Knowing their background, it is not difficult to see the extremely strong influence that this less-than-legitimate school has had on the creators of the film, and how it has colored their worldviews, and therefore it is extremely hard to take anything they suggest seriously. I do not believe in the tenets of Scientology, despite the fact that the founder claims it was revealed to him by a higher being – I see no reason to believe the claims the followers of someone whose claim to truth is based on the exact same reasoning.
Basically, I could not stand this movie. It insulted my intelligence; it was sensationalist, and it broke the trust of the viewers by lying to them, both directly and through omission. I cannot take anything this movie claimed seriously, because the rare times something based in actual truth was mentioned, it was falsely rationalized. There was nothing admirable about it, not even cinematically. The only thing I learned was that it is possible for even the most incorrect of pseudoscience to seem convincing if portrayed correctly, and that I should therefore always research a claim before I believe it, which is honestly something I should have learned a while ago. I apologize for my wholly negative opinion of the work, Mr. C___, but the film deserves it.

Friday, June 8, 2012

How Not To Choose a College

Today, I was going to do something productive, like clean my room or try to plot out a story using songs on Spotify, but I was distracted when the mail came. A while back, I got a scouting letter from Yale, one of those mass mailings sent out to everyone in the top ten percent of their class or something. I get a lot of college junk mail, so the only reason I noticed the Yale one was because, holy crap, it's Yale scouting me. I ignored it though, because none of the East Coast schools are super high on my list of potential colleges; I joked about it, in fact, saying that if I got one from Harvard, I'd race the two letters to see which one won, and that would be the elite school to which I'd apply and from which I'd be rejected. Well, the Harvard scouting letter came today, and I remembered that I kept the Yale one, just in case. So today, instead of being productive, I staged a grand experiment: Which School's Paper Airplane Will Win?


Now, I'm going to do this right, because: A) I'm really bored, and B) I think it's funny. So. Here's the experimental log.

The Great Paper Airplane Race

  • Goal: To see which airplane flies furthest
  • Necessary Materials:
    • Two (2) scouting letters, one each from Harvard and from Yale (each letter having two (2) pages)
    • Two (2) plain sheets of printer-quality paper
    • One (1) kitchen scale
    • One (1) tape measure
    • One (1) large, open basement in which to fly the planes.
  • Procedure
    • Weigh all sheets of paper, to determine if there is a bias towards either of the schools or the control. Not for any real reason, just for kicks.
    • Take one (1) sheet from each scouting letter and one (1) sheet of regular printer paper, and fold all three sheets into a normal paper airplane, like so.
    • Take the remaining sheets of paper and fold them into a different design of airplane. (I chose a slightly modified version of the Dart, the difference being that I folded the wings to give them a larger surface-area to weight ratio)
    • Carefully throw all six paper airplanes across the basement.
    • Measure after each set of throws and see which airplanes went furthest.
  • Results
      • (I'm going to record my thoughts here - bad form, I know)
    • Harvard's paper weighs in at .010 pounds per sheet, while Yale weighs .015 lbs each and printer paper weighs again a light .010 lbs. This may result in a bias against Yale. Sorry, Yale.
    • So, from a steady position  kneeling on my couch and leaning over the back, I start launching paper airplanes. First up were the normal planes. 
      • Test One (Normal planes)
        • Yale went first, with an unfortunate distance of ten feet, and an odd spin as it fell to the ground. Poor show, Yale
        • Harvard did the exact same thing, however, with a worse showing of six feet. 
        • The control went last, and did a loop before landing upside down, a somewhat better fifteen feet away.
          • At this point, I realized I'd folded the planes oddly, a mistest was called,  and time was taken to correct their wings.
      • Test One-B
        • Harvard was thrown again, with better results, but was batted from the air by a rogue cat before the flight was completed. Second mistest called.
      • Test One-C
        • Harvard successfully flew twenty feet, with a graceful twirl and upright landing
        • Yale successfully flew a surprising twenty-four feet, with a smooth landing and subsequent skid
        • The control went roughly twenty feet, but ran into a box before it could skid further.
      • Test Two (Dart planes)
          • After numerous mistests, the causes of which included but were not limited to: planes circling around and flying essentially negative feet, planes falling open and drifting to the ground mid-flight, another rogue cat, and a plane circling around and hitting me in the head, a stapler was procured and one (1) staple was added to the tail of each of the three dart planes, for structural support
        • Harvard flew a disappointing fourteen feet and landed upside down.
        • Yale flew a somewhat better twenty feet, landed upside down, and pulled a 180 degree spin upon landing.
        • The control did a nosedive, only flew eight feet.
  • Discussion
    • I should probably have thrown the planes several more times, just to make sure I achieved scientific rigour, but as the point of this experiment was mostly to entertain myself for an evening rather than actually prove anything, I'm not going to. 
    • Mean Distance Flown
      • Harvard: seventeen feet
      • Yale: twenty-two feet
      • Control: fourteen feet
        • I'm thinking that the control's paper, not being of the nice, high-quality, quite-possibly-parchment stuff that the colleges' paper was, didn't have quite the lift that they did. Or maybe I just threw it weird. I don't know.
  • Conclusion
    • Yale wins!
So much for choosing what elite school I want to be rejected from in a mature, adult fashion. Huzzah for paper airplanes!

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Reality, Chaos, and Invisibility

So I've been watching reality television shows every day for the past week during my psychology class, because the AP test is over with (thank the FSM). I've discovered that I'm basically the only one in the room who dislikes them. During pranking shows, as I'm cringing for the stores and employees dealing with the apparently insane person screwing with them, my classmates are laughing at the idea of strangers cursing out cashiers and causing pointless, unrefined, unguided chaos. Seriously? I have nothing against guided chaos, the kind that results in people thinking about what's normal and why it's normal, but I do have a thing against people walking into pet stores and chewing on squeak toys for fifty bucks. That's just shock value.

Plus, the guys telling them what to do have the maturity of ten-year-olds, if I'm reading their suggestions right. So. Brain-dullingly. Stupid.

Anyway.



I don't think I register on the teachers' radars anymore. I can be wandering the halls whenever, and so long as I appear to be purposefully walking somewhere, they'll just smile at me and let me go. I'm pretty sure at this point I could just leave campus during my independent study and no one would notice or care. Too bad I actually have to study. And, y'know, pay for gas to get anywhere.

But, case in point: I'm leaning against a wall, outside the fine arts section of the building, typing away, and four separate teachers have asked me about my day as they walk down the hall. None of them have asked why I'm here. I'm thinking I should do an experiment using this new-found principle of Not Being Seen-ness. Any suggestions, non-existent readers?