Mon 6 Jun 2011
Cherry Pie
Posted by anaglyph under Skeptical Thinking
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Faithful Acowlytes. This post comes as something in the way of an instruction. It is, in essence, an instruction for Queen Willy, who forwarded me the email that follows, but it is at the same time a refresher for us all. Now, it should be stressed that Queen Willy was not at all taken in by the ‘feng shui’ bullcrap that the email espouses, but she did (and I think she’ll concede) fall for the bogus ‘specialness’ that it advertises.
Tragically for Queen Willy, she sent it to me. She obviously did not read the new slogan that Buccanears prompted for us in the post before last: Tethered Cow Ahead: Where Woo meets Moo.
Before we go on, I’m going to ask who spotted it? Why is does this ‘kinda interesting’ date-play merit feng shui magical money bags status? The answer is, of course, that it doesn’t. This is a prime example of what we in the skeptical world called ‘cherry picking’. Put simply, if you have a lot of data at your disposal, by choosing to present only some of it, you can make things seem a lot more special than they actually are. Now, I guess to be fair, the numbers bandied around in this email are ‘kinda’ interesting, but only in the way that you can take pretty much ANY year you choose and find ‘kinda’ interesting date effects.
Let’s pick, oh, last year and see what we can find. Wow, look at these weird dates that appear in 2010:
20.10.2010, 01.02.2010, 10.10.10, 8.9.10, 01.11.10 ((Americans please note that we write our dates differently to you. This of course is not a liability in the woo world – it merely provides an opportunity to expand the number of ‘odd’ number combinations that are possible!))
Spooky eh? And what’s more, there was one more Friday in 2010 than usual because 2010 started on a Friday end ended on a Friday! In spite of this, though, there was only one Friday the 13th! So 2010 must have surely been a lucky year, right? ((I’m sure that if you were so inclined, and took more trouble than I did, you could find out all kinds of other ‘special’ things about 2010 too!)) I hope you took at advantage of that and stocked right up on lottery tickets along with the millions of other Chinese people who also won big! (Where does all that winning lottery money come from?!!!)
Cherry picking is a technique beloved of people who want scientific substantiation of their odd beliefs, but at the same time aren’t willing to indulge in actual science. Promoters of alternative medicine are particularly fond of this technique: offer up the three dubious trials that seem to show your peculiar homeopathic/chiropractic/anti-vaccination notion has something going for it, but conveniently neglect to mention the thousand other substantial experiments that show it’s a crock.
You will also find cherry picking at work when ‘psychics’ claim success in their predictions; the simple fact is that if you make a thousand plausible predictions you are very likely to get a few right. ((Plus, you can get things ‘sort of’ right and just cherry pick the bits that work for you. Genius!)) You promote those few correct hits and just don’t mention the huge swag of complete bollocks that you spouted at the same time.
I concede. Will I be beheaded? Or (worse) imprisoned in the tower with The Spawn?
I wouldn’t do that to anyone. The imprisoning, that is. I will have to consider the beheading.
An old cherry-picker named Del,
Deciding he’d try to dispel
His bad reputation,
Despite protestation,
Picked good fruit and bad fruit as well.
In Del’s orchard, in case you’ve forgotten
Nearly all of the cherries are rotten
But he cries ‘What’s the harm’
As he sells you the farm
And makes off with his gains misbegotten
The fine art of shoveling shit,
For those who’ve indeed mastered it,
Goes well beyond acts
Of selecting facts,
To changing “the facts” so they fit.
I’d say facts are not the dominion
Of Alaska’s political minion
They just get in the way
Of all that you say!
And who needs facts when you have an opinion?
It will be the seventh July with 5 Fridays, 5 Saturdays and 5 Sundays in my lifetime, and I trust it won’t be the last either. And I’m not 7 X 823 years old. If they’re talking about any month with this property rather than just July, then I think it happens once a year on average. Cherry-picking indeed, but even the picked cherries aren’t all specimens of beauty.
You know how, when you buy fruit from a slightly shonky vendor, they put all the best specimens on top of the box? Same kinda thing. And it still doesn’t guaranteed that the ‘best’ specimens will actually taste good…
I was briefly delighted by the “111” thing, since it seemed elegant: in 2000 (or any century-turn) your year of birth will be (100-your age).Adding your age gives exactly 100, for everyone on earth. For a date 11 years later, add 11.
Except, it doesn’t work for “everyone on earth”. Those born in 2000 or later get 11, not 111; those born before 1900 get 211.
I have became sad, morose, disillusioned with the internet. I think I shall now spend my days with an abacus and a dead-tree book, instead of this newfangled computer stuff.
So even the cherries they picked are a little sour. It figures.
As for the internet, well, I don’t think the fault can be levelled at the technology. The problem is that we now all get to wake up in the vast ghetto that is humanity and for the first time we can hear the neighbours.
You can close the blinds and lock the doors, but they’re still there.
The numbers must have aligned today – I can finally get into your blog again… hurrah!!
Weird. I changed nothing at all…