How To Stop Time

I found this groovy little illusion:  How to Stop Time.  It involves looking at a the second hand of a clock out of the corner of your eye, and it appears to stop moving.  

The site gets cheesiness points for trying to convince people that they are actually stopping time.  I do wonder what the actual explanation is, though.  I've read about people with brain damage who are blind to movement:  when pouring liquid out of a glass, they see it frozen in mid-pour, then the glass is suddenly empty.  Perhaps this illusion is related to that, allowing normal people to experience change blindness without ramming a pole through their brain.

The Cuba Trip (Part 1)

V and I spent our slack week doing what the week was made for: slacking. We figured slacking would be more efficient in a warm place, so we went to Cuba. Here are some pictures and stories documenting the trip.

The plane ride there was a blast. The Cuban airline isn't as nice and fancy as Air Canada. I couldn't understand what the hell the stewardess was saying over the intercom, even when she switched to English. She could have been telling us that our time on this earth is over...say bye to your loved ones...but all I heard was Spanglish babbling. The seat in front of me had a substance on it that resembled bloody snot, and even though I knew it would make me lose my appetite, I couldn't stop looking at it as I ate. That was probably a good thing though, since the "beef" they served for lunch was covered in a shiny rainbow film, like it was covered in oil. Probably good that I didn't eat it.

The airport had people in military outfits all over the place, which is a little alarming at first. We found the guy who was supposed to guide us to the resort, but he said our bus was full. He told us to get on another random bus. Whatever. Luckily it did take us to the right place...Brisas Del Caribe, which looks like this from the outside:



The lobby of the resort was full of drunk people. That's because there are two bars in the lobby alone. Nice. Further exploration revealed that there were approximately three thousand bars at the place, all serving unlimited booze. The bartenders there don't bother with little things we care about here...such as "measuring" and "not spilling rum all over the bar". Every drink was at least a double. Plus they're never the same twice. You can order a "Brisas" one day, and it will be a blue fruity vodka drink. The next day it will be a pink rum drink. It's a surprise every time. My new favourite drink is the Mojito, which has tonic water, mint leaves, a bunch of sugar, and a whole lot of rum.



Yum. I also rediscovered the Grasshopper (chocolate liqueur, mint liqueur, cream). It's not unique to Cuba or anything, but damn it's good. I was mildly drunk the entire week, but never really DRUNK drunk. I guess your body gets used to alcohol when it's all you drink. And yes, my shirt does say "Western Drinking Team."

While the drinks were good, the food was ... questionable. They seem to love ham and cheese there. You can get ham and cheese on its own, ham and cheese on a piece of toast, deep fried ham/cheese paste, or ham and cheese stuffed into a chicken ("Gordon Blue", as the menu called it). The rest of the buffet was average at best...and unidentifiable at worst. V mostly stuck to bread, but I enjoyed some of the weird mystery food.

Our room smelled funny (as did most of the country), but it was good enough for sleeping. The bathroom, like the food, was full of mysteries.



Like, what the hell is this? It looks like a sink that's a foot off the ground. At first we thought it was a urinal, but what's the point, with a toilet right beside it? Then I thought maybe it's for washing feet and babies. Some dude we met insisted it was a bidet...a fancy European thing that you shit in, then spray water onto your ass and balls to clean off. Just the fact that people think you should shit in the thing makes me sorry I ever washed my feet in it.

Whoa...ok...I looked it up in Wikipedia (Bidet). It probably was a bidet...which is for washing your junk off (but not shitting in), and washing babies. Um...yuck. Poor babies.

Speaking of washing and genitals, the maids would make fun sculptures with the towels they brought to the room. Here is one of them:



What is it? My guess is vagina. I suppose it could be a flower or shrimp thing, though. Who knows.



The bathroom also held this friendly reminder that the world cannot survive without water. Also, we cannot live without water. Don't misspendit...pitchin.

OK, enough dumb stuff. The whole point of Cuba was to be in warm weather on a nice beach, and there was plenty of that. The weather was beautiful the whole time we were there, and the beach really is gorgeous. We spent the majority of our time just sitting on the beach or by the pool reading in the sun (though, strangely, neither of us got a dark tan). Here are some random pictures of the beautifulness:













I could write more, but I'll save it for later. What I still need to cover: Lizards, The River Cruise, Communism/Anti-Americanism, The Rock Star, and CSI: Cuba. Stay tuned.

Road Trip of Death

Yesterday, a few friends and I went to Toronto to see the Ontario Science Centre's Body Worlds 2 exhibit. This exhibit consists of real dead bodies and organs, preserved by replacing fluids and fat with plastic. It's partly educational, but mostly artistic. I was surprised at how close you could get to the bodies; they are not behind glass, so you can get right up to them. It was extremely interesting to see the insides of the human body...a place that most people will never see except in pictures.

Speaking of pictures, I managed to avoid security and snap a few with my crappy camera phone.



Here are two "plastinates" figure skating. They were in all sorts of poses, to illustrate different body parts and keep things interesting.



This is the ring man. He's on the rings, and his flesh is cut into rings! Get it?



Not all of the bodies were human. Here's a dead horsie!



They also weren't all adults. Here's a cute little skeleton of a kid. There was also a controversial dead baby / pregnant mom section. It was cool to see how fast kids grow in the womb. But I feel sorry for women having to pop those things out...damn...

Anyway, I recommend that anyone who can go see this thing do so ASAP. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity, and good practice for the upcoming zombie apocalypse.

Book Review: Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking, by Malcolm Gladwell

I have a reading problem. It's not that I'm illiterate (even though I just had to look up how to spell illiterate), it's that I have trouble finishing books. Whenever I get a new book, I want to start reading it right away. Therefore, all the books I'm currently reading start seeming like a chore to read; just something to get over with so I can start the new book. Usually I give in and start the new book before finishing the old one, so I end up with 20 half-read books lying around.

So it is a big accomplishment for me to have finished reading the book "Blink" by Malcolm Gladwell. I'll start reviewing books here, so I have a nice record of the books I've finished. Maybe it'll motivate me to finish them.

Blink is about what Gladwell calls "thin-slicing": making quick decisions based on very little information (i.e. a "thin slice" of information). He goes through numerous examples of this process in a variety of contexts, such as military operations and the recognition of facial expressions.

The book deals mainly with anecdotal accounts, which makes it an easy and entertaining read. Psychological research is not described in great detail, but the quick and casual descriptions are a nice change from the detailed procedures and statistics I'm used to reading. Gladwell offers a glimpse into areas many people never think about, such as professional food tasting, which is fascinating. It was also kinda cool for me to see Keith Payne mentioned...he gave a great talk at UWO recently.

However, I have several problems with the book. It reads more like a collection of short stories than a cohesive essay. It is sometimes unclear how each chapter relates to the big picture, and some of his points seem to contradict other points. I also noticed a few obvious errors which indicate sloppiness. For example, Limp Bizkit is two words. It's not "Limpbizkit".

My biggest problem, though, is that Gladwell is making up a new term (thin slicing) for a concept that already has too many words to describe it. My favourite term is intuition (since that's what I'm studying myself), but it also goes by insight, implicit learning, automatic thought, etc. These are terms only briefly mentioned in the book, even though he is obviously talking about them. It is as if he is trying to cover up the fact that his ideas are nothing new. In fact, I found one of his specific examples (about a firefighter getting a bad feeling about a building before it collapsed) in a book about intuition. Intuition is already a confusing term, and calling it by other names will just confuse it even more.

Still, I would recommend Blink to both psycholgists and the general reader. It's a fun read, even though it may not be as deep or insightful as geeks like me would like. Also, I'm glad to see this topic getting mainstream attention, because it probably means the government will give me lots of money to do research on it. Mmm, money.

MRI Dangers

I've been in an MRI machine many times before, so I could get pretty pictures of my brain and get paid for it. Oh, and help with the advancement of human knowledge and all that too.

So it was somewhat scary to come across this web page with pictures and stories of objects flying into the MRI. Since it's a giant magnet, any nearby metallic objects tend to fly at it with great speed. If a person had been in there when, say, the large floor buffer flew into the tube, they probably wouldn't live to see their brain's data in a science journal. Apparently there is also a danger of being eaten by a tiger while in an MRI.

I wonder what part of your brain lights up when you've been impaled by a sharp metal object?

Flying Spaghetti Monsterism

Sachz, in response to the post below, brought my attention to The Church of The Flying Spaghetti Monster. The church presents a reasonable alternative to Christian intelligent design and evolution, and so this theory should really be taught in science classes at school. The web page shows the letter which was sent to the Kansas School Board promoting its presence in classrooms, and showing the link between global warming and pirates.

I've been touched by his noodly appendage. Have you?

Atheism vs. Agnosticism and Other Crap About My Friday

Hi. Happy Remembrance day. Did you know that the word "remembrance" does not have the word "remember" in it? Something to think about.

So today I was walking to school when I passed a table full of stuff in bags. Some guy shouted to me "hey, want some free stuff?" I've never turned down free stuff in my life, so I asked him what the catch was. He told me that all I had to do was fill out a survey. I like surveys too, so I snatched up my free bag and grabbed a pen.

Then I found the catch: they were religious nuts trying to convert people. The questions on the survey were about religion and spirituality. As with most religion surveys, "atheist" and "agnostic" were two separate entries and you weren't supposed to check more than one.



Let me go on a bit of a rant. It is completely possible to be both atheist and agnostic (here is a nice article about this issue). The reason is that atheism deals with belief about God(s), while agnosticism deals with knowledge about God(s). I do not believe that God exists (atheist), but I also do not know whether God exists or not (agnostic). In other words, it's highly unlikely that God exists (there is no evidence for God, and most concepts of God logically contradict themselves), but I don't know for sure either way. Maybe tomorrow, scientists will discover incontrovertible evidence for the existence of God. And maybe tomorrow a magical fairy will fly into my bedroom with a few million dollars and all the cheesecake I can eat, but I'm not holding my breath.

If you want to get more picky, you can divide things into weak atheism and strong atheism, then weak agnosticism and strong agnosticism. Pickier still, you can point out that everybody is an atheist in some way: do Christians not deny the existence of Zeus and Aphrodite?

Anyway, I bet you're dying to know what was in the bag of free stuff. Obviously there was a cheap bible in there, but also a nifty book about Jesus, a CD, and a DVD. If only they included some cheesecake, I might have been converted.

Oh, also, I have finally started running participants for my thesis. Yay! Four down, ninety six to go.

Now I sit at home, playing with Willow. She's becoming bored with her toys and can only have fun by being chased around by me. Here is a picture of her being bored with her ball:



And here is a picture of her being bored with her ball, her rope toy, and a sock:




Isn't she cuuuuute?

Procrastination Pictures

I should really be working right now. I've got a hundred things to do, some of them quite urgent and important. Instead, I've been trying to figure out how to get my camera phone working again. It mysteriously stopped letting me upload pictures to my computer a while ago. Luckily, my procrastination has payed off, for I finally got it working (turns out the computer doesn't like it when more than a few pictures are on the phone at a time, so I had to delete some. I hate computers). Of course, I had to test it out a bit, so I took some random pictures. Then I remembered that I have this blog, and it's supposed to be a log of my life that replaces the need for biological memory, so I had better post some pictures here. After all, the images will have vanished from my mind when I'm old, but they can stay on this web site until the end of the world (or at least until terrorists unleash an EMP bomb that erases the memory of every computer in Canada).

So, here is a slice of my life - a slice where I procrastinated for an entire day - in picture form.


Here is the view from my office right now. Why is it so damn nice out? That's another reason I can't get anything done. When it's nice outside, I don't feel like sitting inside doing work.


Here's the computer I should be typing my thesis on, but am instead typing this post which nobody will read.


Here's the muffin I had for lunch.


And here is my half full coffee, getting in my half-eaten muffin's sun. OK, I guess I'm running out of things to take pictures of.

This concludes this incredibly exciting post. Maybe I should go actually do something, now that I've gotten this out of my system. Bye.

Coffee is Good For You

According to this Psychology Today article, coffee is good for you in all sorts of ways. Hooray! Now I don't feel so bad that the only liquid I've put in my body today was coffee.

Now what I'm wondering is whether all the research we heard about a few years ago - about coffee causing heart disease and being addictive - is now not true any more. OK, so coffee prevents cancer now. So will I live a cancer-free life, only to die of a heart attack while I'm trembling in the line at Starbucks waiting for my next fix?

Whatever. That picture to the right is making me want some coffee. Mmmm, coffee.

Mind Podcast

Lately I've been into podcasts. Podcasts are basically radio shows which are recorded as mp3s, and can be set to automatically upload to your mp3 player (such as an iPod) whenever a new episode comes out.

For psychologists, a very useful podcast is Mind Podcast. It's not flashy and exciting or anything, but this guy goes over whatever psychology topic he is studying every day. It's like having a study buddy reading notes to you through your mp3 player. A study buddy with a cool accent. For grad students, it will mostly be review of the basics, but we can all use that once in a while.

The show is on a break right now, but I've been emailing back and forth with the dude who does this, and he says it will be back sometime (though maybe not as frequently...every day was a bit excessive anyway).

Note that you can get to older episodes by clicking on the Archives on the righthand side, then clicking on individual episode titles.

Caninetivity

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The other night, Willow (our dog) was hyper yet bored. We were watching TV and ignoring her. So she started playing with her tennis ball. At one point, it rolled onto her blanket. She then decided to grab the edge of the blanket and yank it up, so that the ball went flying off to the side. She decided this was a fun game, so she chased down the ball, put it back on the blanket, and sent it flying again. She did this over and over, until she got bored of that too.

This got me thinking...can animals be creative? My research involves creativity, but I haven't really come across (or looked for) anything about animal creativity. Most people seem to think that creativity is uniquely human. I've seen it referred to as the very thing that makes us human. Yet there was my dog, coming up with a new way to combine two items in a way she had never witnessed before. She then used this combination to satisfy her goals (i.e. having fun by chasing a ball). Is that creativity?

Usually we define creativity as doing something that is both novel and useful. This seems to satisfy both requirements. Maybe she wasn't the first dog in the history of dogkind to come up with this game, but it was certainly new to her, and useful in alleviating boredom. So yeah, animals can be creative, by that definition. I'm sure monkeys and apes come up with even more amazing stuff than tossing a ball using a blanket.

Speaking of which, I'm listening to the new Gorillaz album for the first time, and it is just spiffy. Go buy it.

Under Construction

You know what I think I'll do with this web site? I'll make it my "professional" site, where I can record my school and career related activities. Sort of like a super-detailed CV / resume. I can also deal with topics directly related to my schooling and research, like philosophical and detailed psychological stuff. It will probably not be interesting to anybody except me, but that's OK.

Unfortunately, I'm too lazy to start today, so this will have to remain as a crappy under-construction site for now. Later!

~Mike

I am in snow? 

Nothing.

I have nothing to say today.