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  • Neurorealism

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    If a thought happens in a forest of neural dendrites, and no one is there to measure it, did you really think it? That's the premise of neurorealism—the bias towards believing that psychological phenomena aren't really real unless we have neuroscientific data to prove it. Further, the data can be used to make false claims appear real too—especially using the most seductive kind of brain data, neuroimages.

    You can read more about it here in my story for the New York Times Magazine's 2007 Year in Ideas issue, published today.

    The timing couldn't have been better. As I was writing it, a group of scientists published an op-ed in the Times titled "This Is Your Brain on Politics" that drew a scathing letter to the editor three days later co-signed by 17 eminent researchers in the field (including Anthony Wagner, in whose neuroimaging lab I worked from 2000-2002), as well as plenty of other bad press.

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    And last week, the neuropsychologist Daniel Amen, who makes commercial use of SPECT, published an op-ed in the LA Times arguing that we should scan the brains of all potential presidents so we can spot the types of "brain pathology" that would make one forget like Reagan, philander like Clinton, or flub words like Bush. He advocates the technique (and practically demands that the People employ his clinics) essentially as a form of Lite-Brite phrenology. His hyping of a reductionistic approach and of its political application embodies three related terms that Racine articulates in his paper: neurorealim (see above), combined with neuroessentialism* (the belief that your brain defines you as a person), deployed together to push policy changes (neuropolicy.)

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    On a lighter note, I considered titling the piece Crockusology, after the elusive Dr. Alfred Crockus. The tale, in brief: Since 2003, a man named Dan Hodgins has been claiming in lectures to educators and parents  that a part of the brain called the crockus is four times larger in boys, supposedly explaining why "Girls see the details of experiences… Boys see the whole but not the details." In response to some questioning by prominent linguist and blogger Mark Liberman in September after one incredulous woman brought the apocryphal lump of grey matter to Liberman's attention, Hodgins further explained that "The Crockus was actually just recently named by Dr. Alfred Crockus. It is the detailed section of the brain [sic], a part of the frontal lope [sic]." The doctor and the brain area are all a big crock, but Hodgins has responded to various email inquiries with laughably vague and incorrect elaborations. This presenter's use of PowerPoint slides with pretty pictures to pilot pedagogy perhaps profiles all of Racine's terms even more prominently that the president-pestering psychologist in the newspaper piece. You can follow the gripping case history in full at Language Log.

    Of course adding schematics and jargon can make any type of scientific explanation appear more valid, but they may be most potent in studies of the mind, as people have more confidence in tangible reality than in subjective accounts of experience.

    Sources for the NYTM article:
    Dave McCabe et al.'s in press Cognition paper "Seeing is believing: The effect of brain images on judgments of scientific reasoning" (pdf)
    Deena Weisberg et al.'s 2008 Journal of Cognitive Neuroscience paper "The Seductive Allure of Neuroscience Explanations" (pdf)
    Eric Racine et al.'s 2005 Nature Reviews Neuroscience paper "fMRI in the public eye" (html, pdf)
    Joe Dumit (whose course "Brains and Culture" I took at MIT) was cut from the piece for space reasons, but he has a book titled Picturing Personhood: Brain Scans and Biomedical Identity and participated in a 2005 AAAS meeting session titled "Brain Imaging and the 'Cognitive Paparazzi': Viewing Snapshots of Mental Life Out of Context."
    *Adina Roskies may have been the first to use the term "neuroessentialism," in a 2002 Neuron paper, "Neuroethics for the New Millenium." (pdf). At least a third independent coining popped up last year on Mind Hacks.

  • Is Science Over Yet?

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    This week I spotted the above image on newsweek.com. For a couple of terrifying seconds I thought the fuzzy bulbous thing on the left was the back of a baby’s head with a fleshy antenna growing out of the top. Yikes. New DNA indeed.

  • Tales of Heartbreak, Vol. 1

    Heartbreak
    Three months ago I went out on a date with a woman I’ll call Redacted. She’s a sweet gal, and pretty, and we had a pleasant two-hour conversation. But there were no sparks. Afterwards she sent me an email:

    hey,

    thanks again for meeting up with me last night, i had a great time.  🙂   and got some studying done afterwards.  🙂

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    And I replied:

    Hey Red,

    Thanks for coming all the way outside to hang out. It’s fun out here, isn’t it?

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    (I was teasing her because she claims she never goes outside anymore thanks to med school; she even lives in housing attached to the hospital.) To me, the simple exchange didn’t indicate any interest in continuing the correspondence on either of our parts. I thought that was that and I forgot about her.

    But three weeks later, she writes me the following:

    hey matt,

    i’m sorry for not getting back to you sooner – i had a huge test last friday and it basically took up my life.  but i was glad to meet you for drinks and experience the Real World.  🙂

    anyways… a while ago a longtime friend of mine told me he had feelings for me and i decided a couple days ago to see where it could go…  would you want to still be friends?  (i understand completely if you don’t!)

    i hope you’re well,
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    Um, what? At that point, being friends would have been a step UP in intimacy.

    But seriously, how adorable. I told her no worries and good luck with your budding romance.

    Then I curled up in bed and cried myself to sleep.

  • OMG We Are So Street!

    Do you see anything odd about this picture?

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    After work recently I was waiting for the 6 train on the southbound platform at 23rd and Park–our office’s corner–and noticed the special placement of our publication. There we were in a display case along with 27 "urban" magazines. (By the time I took this pic, the top row had been replaced with "nonurban" "chick" mags.) Look closely and you’ll see, right between Sister 2 Sister and Straight Stuntin, the December issue of Psychology Today.

    All I can say to the Jezebel commenter who once called us "gangs of ex-sorority sisters slash liberal arts majors sitting around a conference table jacked up on lattes and ambien putting out a monthly on mental health issues," look who’s street now bitch.

  • Bunnydome

    To complete the Mad Max effect, Burning Man has its own Thunderdome. Two people dangle from the top via bungee cords and go at each other with padded bats.

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    This year the Billion Bunny March descended upon the ‘dome and claimed it as their own. I was not there to witness the event, but legend has it that the following was uttered: "Two bunnies enter, 40 bunnies leave."

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    [image sources: 1, 2]

  • LOLcat vs LOLCAT

    Last month my colleague Jay Dixit added the following LOLcat to the oeuvre:

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    Today Congressman Dennis Hastert prepared the following response:

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    He could, of course, have borrowed Jay’s caption verbatim, but that would have set a deadly example for his lolstituents (see number 3.)

    [Previous ‘cats: 1, 2]

  • Mirage Montage

    I'm sure a lot of people think of Burning Man as a big mindless party, but a more accurate (albeit only slightly less simplistic) account would have it as a rave in an art museum. The playa would be nothing without the art installations dotting the landscape (to say nothing of the art people wear and ride and drive, etc.). Here are a few of my favorites. Award for Best…

    Boys' Toys: Big Rig Jig

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    Explaining the geometry of this one is a bit tricky so I'll just let you look at the picture. Yes, those are 18-wheeler tanker trucks stuck together and planted in the desert. You can see people climbing on them, but what you can't see is people climbing IN them. The inside is a jungle gym filled with fake vines, and you could go all the way to the top. When I reached the tip, I found one of the builders lounging on pillows sans clothing. He looked like he'd been there a while and asked if anyone had any games to play. Devoid of Pictionary, we thumb wrestled. (Here's a video and an article about the Jig.) [image source]

     

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  • OMG MICHIGAN LOOK OUT FOR THE GIANT TORNADO

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    [Note to self: Create "VERY Current Affairs" blog post category.]

  • Powers of 10

    I found some hi-res aerial photos of this year’s Black Rock City. (Unfortunately they’ve chopped off deep playa territory.)

    I also found my tent.

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    Also, it’s funny that I should travel to the middle of the Nevada desert and find Astor Place right next door to our camp, considering that’s my subway stop here in New York. If I’d known ahead of time, I could have saved a lot of money on airfare.

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