Tuesday, October 24, 2023

Slights of Mind - Macknik et al

Having just read a remarkable book by the writer/physicist/magician Alex Stone, called “Fooling Houdini” a friend of mine recommended I should also read “Sleights of Mind” by the husband and wife team of Stephen Macknik and Susana  Martinez-Conde.  What started out as a potential gold mine of facts pertaining to neuroscience interlaced with the secrets of illusion practiced by magicians, turned into something quite different.  With a couple of anecdotal connections Stephen and Susanna discovered between their training in neuroscience and how magicians have been tricking the human mind for centuries, they headed off on a year long crusade to discover how the mechanisms of our brain are fooled by magicians.  A seemingly interesting topic. What results, however, fails to reveal much scientific discovery but does reveal a whole lot of magical secrets. This book would sell as a cheat sheet for those wanting to spoil magic even without any of the explanatory scientific claims that have been scattered here and there.

Apparently the scientific team, through their own sleight of mind, was able to gain the confidence of a few leading and well meaning magicians into revealing their hard earned magical techniques in the “Interest of Science”. This has to be the con of the century.  I would caution all further magicians who work with any scientific research team to fully understand the science they think they are supporting prior to revealing the secrets of their livelihood.  Particularly if their secrets are going to be published.  Remember, scientist have an overwhelming urge to publish. It’s shameful that instead of publishing science, they’ve published a book that reveals magic tricks.

Alex Stone, on the other hand, is an honest magician who provides a  fascinating story about life in the magic business.  In the process, he reveals some secrets, but those reveals are necessary for his readers to understand what constitutes the culture of magic.  It is wholly necessary and important.  Magicians, you see, love the trick, just as much as we love the trick even though we are fooled, and even though, what we perceive has nothing to do with what actually happened in our presence.  To Macknik and Martinez-Conde that constitutes something scientific to be studied.  

Take spoon bending for instance.  Spoon bending is treated in both books.  In the magic book Mr. Stone explains the craft necessary to accomplish the trick.  In the science book, our research team debunks the use of telekinesis, the method claimed by the spoon bender, solely on the fact that the spoon bending is a trick.  Basically they are saying, look, it’s not telekinesis, it’s a trick, they are not bending spoons with their mind the spoons are already bent, it’s an optical illusion and this is how it’s accomplished.  You are being fooled because your brain can’t detect that you are being fooled.  This is where I start cussing like the comedian Lewis Black…

What’s even worse about this book is that the research  team takes their science one step further...they are not forceful in their assertions but they do point out, without apology, that the phenomenon that is our consciousness,  which gives rise to our  “free will”, is the biggest illusion of them all.  So, provided what the authors say is true, magic reveals chinks in our sensory and perception system that can be exploited.  These chinks are flaws in our humanness and point to the fact that we are essentially very sophisticated and highly evolved machines.  Magic, is no different from what would occur if we were a video camera, turned on and staring at a black top-hat.  Someone then shuts us off (the camera) and then quickly places a rabbit in the top-hat.  Then, when they switch the camera back on,  behold, a rabbit is magically pulled out of a hat. Magic therefore leads directly to Descartes's, “ I think, therefore I am”  becoming “I can be fooled, therefore I am not”.  This is far from science.  In the end this book is simply a bunch of magic tricks revealed.   One star for science and five  stars because, right or wrong,  they reveal so many juicy secrets about magic.  Three stars overall.


Do No Harm - Marsh

 

If you like stories about medicine, perhaps Atul Gawande's “Better”, or other tales of medicine from the ER or operating room, you will undoubtedly like the stories from the memory of Henry Marsh, straight out of the surgical theaters in Britain, and based on his 30+ years as a prominent neurosurgeon.  The book, “Do No Harm, Stories of Life, Death, and Brain Surgery”, was the subject of a review I read recently, which was recommended to me by my cousin, a neurosurgeon in New York State.  When he passed on the review to the family he said, “The most accurate description of what it feels like to be a neurosurgeon that I have read”.  I was compelled to buy the book and judge the full weight of the material...

Not to be taken lightly, brain surgery is serious business.  Neurosurgeons head into the profession with a rock solid belief that they are the best doctors and will do great things.  What’s not to like about having the encyclopedia knowledge of the human brain and nervous system as well as the tremendous motor skills of a top surgeon, who must perform while looking through a microscope,  to remove a tumor from a child's brain, thereby saving a young life and with it the hopes and dreams of the parents who stand nearby terrified of a bad outcome.  Well, as it turns out, as sad and unfortunate as these cases are when they turn up, they have turned up.  A brain tumor, whether it be malignant or not, is still a very grave condition.  Even the very very best in the business, do not stand much of a chance against the odds when the human brain turns against itself…  Add to an already dire prognosis, the absolute dangers of poking and cutting around in someone's brain, the final outcomes of any patient in need of brain surgery, perhaps the bad news can never be painted rosy.  A brain surgeon is not someone operating on an otherwise healthy patient who needs an appendix removed, having done so, returning said patient to 100% or better.  A brain surgeon is operating on a very sick patient, who will never fully recover, and can only get worse if a mistake is made.   Let me try this another way.  Any patient who undergoes any surgery is at risk, but more so from a mistake made by the doctor...the surgical procedure itself, can be expected to cure the patient completely and add the longevity of a person's life, after the recover.  If you happen to be unlucky enough to have a problem with your brain or spinal core, that requires surgery...very rarely if ever, should the patient expect a return to a normal life, and that is with perfect surgery.  Except with brain surgery, brain tissue is always removed...until such a time that brain tissue can be regenerated, spelled stem cell research, there is no 100% recovery.  Even then, if you regenerate brain tissue, any of what constitutes “Us” contained in said tissue, will be recovered.  Now, what if the surgeon makes a mistake, if a tiny tiny mistake?  The results are easily catastrophic for the patient.

Thus, a career of stories of life, death, and brain surgery pour forth from Henry Marsh.  Many times I felt I was reading his personal journal...a journal that should remain personal and perhaps private.  Yet, those in this business, need to communicate, if not with us, but with one another and of course with future doctors who wish to follow in this strange business of entering an human’s brain attempting to do good while at the same time attempting to do no harm.

I for one have a profound and newfound respect for the neurosurgeon...they are to be set apart from other surgeons...who can find great satisfaction in curing and healing patients...who become God like in their abilities to ease suffering.  The neurosurgeon, by contrast, lives under the dangling sword of Damocles...an ever present fear of doom that as doctors they will do more harm then good.  This produces within them the most humbling notion that they are,  all too human…hug a neurosurgeon today...they definitely need it…  Five Stars for Henry Marsh and the sharing of his candid and personal stories...and beyond the neurosurgery, the stories of medical care that confirms what we know already know about bureaucracy and the tension between running a business and saving lives.   Five stars also for the humans that go into this humbling profession…any young surgeon considering this tract has got to read this book first...


When - Pink

As birds go, I’m a morning lark as opposed to my daughter, who is a night owl.  I rise at 5 am every morning and try my best to stay awake after 9 pm so my wife doesn’t take my drowsiness personally.  She is also a night owl.  There are reasons for this type of behavior.  Daniel Pink has written an accessible--pop science--account of why there are night owls and morning larks and thus why we should pay more attention to the “WHEN” of when we do things.  As the other Byrd’s have told us, “To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose, under Heaven…”.  But really that wasn’t the Byrd’s since they clipped the phrase from Ecclesiastes 3. And Daniel Pink clipped the concept from the Bible to give us his NYT’s best seller, “WHEN”, his fourth book.  This is an enjoyable romp through what we have always suspected about the value of time...and why we shouldn’t force our night owls to wake up and get their day started.  Society in general is not actually made up of night owls or the morning larks.  As a species we are more like daytime chickens. Evolutionarily speaking, we’ve only had  a few thousand years to evolve into a world of artificial light.  Like chickens, we can only see in the daylight, so what’s up with early mornings and late nights?  For hundreds of thousands of years homosapiens have risen with the sun in the east and gone to bed when it disappears in the west...just like chickens. Thus we could all learn a lot from a chicken's schedule by mimicking their behavior and time patterns. They stay safe from predators and work hard. They even adjust for daylight savings time.  But that’s a different story.

In his book, Pink has aptly captured the science surrounding when our human bodies perform the best given what we’ve known for years to be the rhythm of our physiology. Typically we choose to ignore these cycles by forcing ourselves to do things that make us wake up on the wrong side of the bed...like setting an alarm clock. Only night owl’s need alarm clocks--like my daughter which they mostly ignore when it goes off. Morning larks wake up au naturel (don’t worry I’m talking about time, not attire). That’s me saying that, not Pink.  Pink is searching for a formula to better “hack” your own body into optimal performance by staying attune to your highs and lows of energy and mental acuity during the course of the day.  For instance, if you force high school students into class early, when their brains are not awake, they will underperform.  Also, if you force these same kids to do analytic work during their off peak hours, say math in the afternoon, they will underperform.  He’s talking about our kids, for the most part, but everybody does better if they are attuned to this cycle of optimal performance.  Between chapters  he presents his formula for how to hack your own body  to sync up with it’s internal performance clock. This is a useful self-help tool if you haven’t already discovered how to do it through self observation.

Not only should you do this yourself, you should help your kids through the selection of optimal “WHEN”.  Also, we should be aware of the people around us and when they are at their optimum performance if we need them for something. For instance, the right time for elective brain surgery is not during the late afternoon.  If you are going to select for that type of procedure pick a surgical lark and go in the morning.  Pink uses the example of colonoscopy and how mistakes are made during the procedure when it is performed later in the day. Typically, that exploration is done in the numerous colonoscopy sweatshops that freckle our country.  If you’ve ever been to one of these medical locations it looks and feels like an assembly line...customer after customer.  As it turns out, and this is not contained in Pink’s research, there are not enough doctors performing colonoscopies in this country to accommodate the American Medical Association’s advice for everyone over the age of 50 to have an annual colonoscopy.  Further, if everyone chose to have their procedure done in the morning, where the doctor was at his best, the number of available colonoscopy lifeboats would be reduced by half, or the same ratio of lifeboats available on the Titanic.  So schedule your colonoscopy early in the day  so you don’t have to take that afternoon lifeboat. As an aside, here's a helpful tip for those in need of a colonoscopy.  It turns out some doctors prescribe drinking a gallon of water with a full bottle of Mirlax in preparation for your procedure.  If your doctor prescribes the standard gag inducing cocktail of magnesium citrate and water tell them to bugger-off and go find a doctor who will prescribe the Miralax solution.  You will be much happier.

As a self help book “WHEN” is a must read...at least the first four chapters.  He establishes his case for the rhythm and performance of our bodies which is pretty much an open and shut case.  It’s undeniable and you should adjust your schedule to do important things, like making critical decisions, at the right time for you.  It’s easy, once you identify your peaks and lows.  Then he walks through how to complete a project, any project, that has a natural ebb and flow starting with the natural excitement at the beginning, moving through the waning of interest and the slog of slow motion in the middle, and finishing at the end of the activity with a flourish.  All of this makes perfect sense and is as practical as any management/self-help book I have found.  Mapping your highs and lows into this type of schedule really works.   I’ve already adopted some of his techniques for getting through the slog of the middle zone.  So many things go unfinished when we encounter the mountain before us as we climb through this ugly place. Thomas Edison said, “Genius is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration” meaning it takes a lot of work to get through this middle zone.  Thus in my mind, most of us might actually be geniuses if we could get the 99% of the activity completed.   Edison was a night owl, by the way.  Pink tells us that...it’s odd that he left out Edison’s most famous quote since it fits perfectly.

In the final section of the book, Pink takes a hard left turn and drives into a story about the delivery of Dabbawala lunches in Mumbai, India. As most of his stories go, he spins a good yarn and tells these anecdotes with very accessible prose.  However he’s no Gladwell when it comes to defining the “So What?” of his story. Gladwell is the master of answering that question.  Alas, “WHEN” will not, and cannot, become a household word as a result.  Also, try doing a Google search on the word, “when”.  It’s a bad choice...but perhaps that’s his editor's fault.  I digress.  The story of the Dabbawalas has absolutely nothing to do with the subject of the book.  Totally weird.  In  this chapter he calls “Syncing Fast and Slow” perhaps he is attempting to call out to the guardian angels of Daniel Kahneman?  Pink is clearly an acolyte of the Nobel Laureate, having mentioned Kahneman several times.  But in the end, the chapter heading and the story of the Dabbawalas just doesn’t sync (no pun intended) with the topic of “WHEN” to do something important..  

I can just imagine the slump Pink was going through during the writing process and using his own tools during the writing process to move through this depression in the middle of writing this book.  Then trying to finish with a flourish he had the excitement to write the story of the Dabbawalas, which would also add meaning to his story.  He even included pictures...which was weird. Well look, it’s a good self-help book on time management and motivation.  It doesn’t have to have eternal meaning.  It’s interesting that Pink claims he has adopted some of his new found perspectives having researched this book and put those insights to use.  He came to believe he had been doing things wrong most of his life...which is a bit confusing as he has been a productive and prolific writer this being his fourth book. He already had skills that worked and many of the reviews I have read claim some of his earlier work is superior.  I’ll have to give another one of his titles a go just to see for myself.

This is a solid book, certainly the first four chapters. His writing style is conversational which makes it easy to read.  His wife, apparently from his acknowledgement, read the book aloud cover to cover...which has always been the best way to write something and make it easy to read.  Four stars for a solid book.  I have to subtract one star for a finish that I simply didn’t understand. I thought I was reading a different book.  But when it comes to the bulk of the material on “WHEN” to do, or not to do, something...don’t just do it.  For the important stuff, pay attention to the time of day when you are at your optimum and save other times to slog through the mountain in the middle of life. 


Monday, October 23, 2023

The Martian - Weir

Recently Hollywood has produced a few epic movies about space, two in particular were Gravity, with Sandra Bullock and George Clooney, and Interstellar, with Matthew McConaughey, Anne Hathaway.  After reading, the underground sensation, turned Best Seller, “The Martian”, by Andy Weir, it’s hopeful to believe that it’s big screen debut will crush both these movies in terms of action, adventure, and of course, what’s more important, realism.   Andy Weir did his homework.  It is no small feat to go to Mars and survive, on your own, for a year and a half.  It is logistically and technologically an impossibility, or let’s say, a very very low probability.  Add in a rescue, and it’s even more in the realm of science fiction.  Of course, that is exactly what “The Martian” is, science fiction.  But it’s not that far into the future to be complete fiction.  And it’s not that far in the future that we will visit Mars...with most of the technology that Weir refers to, functioning exactly as he describes in this book. The movie will debut in November 2015, so we don’t have to wait much longer, and, with Matt Damon playing the leading role, with Ridley Scott, directing the action, it’s clear, they pulled out all the stops.  But the novel, is the subject of this review, we will worry about the movie in a few months.

As I write this review, the book already has over 10,000 reviews posted on Amazon.  That’s formidable for any book, including the classics.  I cannot add much to what’s already been said, so I will not try.  Instead, I’ll point out what works and what doesn’t work.  It’s a page turner...but perhaps for geeks?  Weir is so down in the weeds with his descriptions of the technology for anyone who lacks the background, or the interest, most of this science would seem like magic.  And although NASA does seem to spend significant time and thought on building systems and components that could be maintained and accessible by astronauts, cooking rocket fuel is perhaps not one of them.  The survival action is nonstop but it’s not like a Xenomorph (1979 Creature from the movie Alien)  is chasing the hero around on the surface of Mars, rather it’s simply the seriously bad conditions on the surface of Mars that makes survival rather impossible.  No air to breath, no water to drink, no shelter, no food, no nothing...it’s worse than nothing.  The something that remains on the planet, when the hero, Mark Watney is marooned, is the margin remaining from the five astronauts that departed without him...extra water, space suits, vitamins, and a whole lot of vicodin…  Once Watney attends to his basic survival needs, the story turns into a overland journey, make it to a vehicle that can boost him from the planet, to an awaiting rescue spacecraft. All of this takes time.  He is on the surface for a lot of days or Martian sols...a year and a half’s worth, in Earth time.  While the book can be read in a day or two of focused reading, the time that moves by, and the sheer boredom of that kind of time, does not ring true...not for him, or the astronauts that make the rescue attempt.  Watney fills that time with music and TV shows from the 70’s...that didn’t not fill the time for me.

Perhaps that’s because Weir didn’t actually live through the 70’s his knowledge of 70’s references are not that comprehensive or realistic…  His best quote, comes toward the end and is true call out to the movie Alien, “In space, no one can hear...you scream”.  Even better, Ridley Scott, who directed that classic, get’s a shot here to change the public perception of Mars, and perhaps, get the world behind mankind's journey to that planet, in the next decade or two.  How fabulous is that!  Five stars for Weir’s first novel, and the future of mankind in space. Deduct 1 star for “Three’s Company” references that simply don’t work...


Sway - Branfman

 

In 2008, Ori and Rom Brafman reached the New York Times Bestseller list with “Sway, The Irresistible Pull of Irrational Behavior” which runs from anecdote to anecdote describing human people making decisions that they think are perfectly informed by the facts, when in fact, they are perfectly informed by many other factors that sway their judgement, most of it they don’t even realize.  It’s no secret that first impressions deeply color what comes next.  It’s no secret that human’s have a emotional side that draws deeply from their intuition about things rather than their quantitative analysis of any given situation.  Nevertheless, it’s always fascinating to read these stories as it connects us to the fate of others.  As long as that’s understood, I have no trouble with this book.  Take the story of the Stradivarius on the subway.  In this encounter a world class concert violinist abandons the music hall and tuxedo (I don’t even know what a concert violinist would wear) in favor of street musicians clothing performing in a subway during rush hour.  Could anyone discern a quality performance rising above the noise of their daily lives?  Very few of the thousands passing by gave more than a nod...and a grand total of one person actually recognized who he was. Is this any different than driving to work in the morning with the sun in your eyes and failing to see that the light has changed from green to red?  There is no difference...running that red light was no more irrational than failing to pick out a world class performance while rushing to work through a crowded subway station. 

Compare and contrast that with the decision of a seasoned 747 pilot to abandon his safety checklist in order to save time and reputation. What could have possibly driven a man as seasoned and programmed as the computer sitting in front of you now, to disregard his own programming?

Very little about the human condition can be ascertained from the examples presented in this book other than, as worldly and self aware of our surroundings that we think we may be, human perception is actually very poor and significantly limited in scope.   Since we are resourced constrained we tend to take the first information that we assess as necessary for our survival and filter out the rest.  Which is why a first impression, will always have the biggest impact on us.  No matter where that first impression originates.  Once our brain does the filtering...it doesn’t want to go back and reclassified...that’s hard work.  Once we are swayed there is almost no turning back.

You could read all the neuro phycology books in the world and not come up with a better explanation for why it happens...why the irrational decisions shape our human existence.  Take skydiving for instance.  Unless you have a burning desire to jump out of a perfectly good airplane I doubt anyone would be able to talk you into it.  Even when you’ve convinced yourself the odds are pretty good that you will survive the drop,  it’s not the odds that count.  No matter how safely you prepare, no matter how many facts you read about the safety of the sport, diving out the door of an airplane at 10,000 is not a natural act.  Plummeting through the wind at up to 200 mph is simply something that our human bodies have never considered at any time during evolutionary development.  Thus, only from the irrational, can we arrive at a decision to do so.

We cannot change our irrational side.  Nor should we.  Through stories, not science,  books like Sway give us a deeper understanding that our irrational side is real.  It’s our instincts that have kept us alive evolutionarily speaking for 10,000 years.  Therefore it’s not the irresistible pull of irrational behavior that gives us a story.  The real story is why can’t rational behavior win in the big the tug of war going on in our brain.  In small ways, understanding that which makes us human, helps us to recognize the times when we are inhuman, as with a corporate decision to lay-off 10,000 employees to balance the spreadsheet, or at a time when we need to invoke our inhuman side, like when being in command of a 747 jumbo jet and making a decision to take off in a dense fog.  We’ve got the ability to use both sides of our brain.  The trick is to decide which one it’s time to use.  “Sway” gives us examples of situations where we should at least consider both sides.

Jumping out of an airplane tests both sides of your brain to the max.  It requires a truly irrational decision to make a rational decision to jump.  


The Black Swan is a Red Herring


Nicholas Nassim Taleb has seemingly spent his entire life chasing what he refers to as the black swan.  A series of highly improbable events that have continuously shaped the course of human history.  He presents his description of this phenomenon in what might be termed an autobiographical manifesto of sorts, the exhaustive and seemingly endlessly referenced book, "The Black Swan -- The Impact of the Highly Improbable".  It's not that Taleb isn't onto something, or hasn't written a thought provoking book, he has.  But it has taken him 300 pages and most of his life  to tell us something as uninteresting and commonplace as smashing a bug with your shoe.  To the rest of us, something as regular as taking a a simple step during a walk in the park.  To the bug a seemingly random yet catastrophic event that comes out of nowhere, a third dimension, smashes quickly and lethally into it's two dimensional world and then retreats just as fast.  When perhaps an asteroid crashes into our planet we will have the opportunity to experience what a bug might be thinking in the closing seconds as the foot shadows overhead.  Until then we have earthquakes and tornadoes and tsunamis to occupy our time.  Yes it might be a fools occupation to try to predict the next catastrophic occurrence of the black swan event, or not, according to Taleb our minds are simply not set up to think about the unknown unknowns --- just like the bug could never conceive of a shoe.  But might it is also prudent to simply understand that you are living in Kansas, just as certainly as if you are living in Texas you should check your shoes for scorpions.    The list of rules goes on and on.  Look both ways before you cross the street. Look before you leap, etc.  Taleb claims there is something called silent knowledge or entire cemeteries of knowledge that we will never know exist because the dead man tells no tale and history is written by the victorious not the defeated.  And trying to study history for cause and effect will never work because it is impossible to discern causation, in a highly complex world, sufficiently to know for sure.  Well it seems to me that there have been enough dead people with their dying breath utter the words "scorpion" for us to know their exact cause of death.   Therefore  we check our shoes, each and every time.  Occasionally, a scorpion will fall out, but sometimes a spider, and we learn and we spread the word.  So there are definite problems with Taleb's theory that he seems to ignore for the sake of his argument.

But what is more important is to determine if there really is such a thing as a black swan.  Is the black swan a  9/11 event?  Or is it how we reacted to the 9/11 event?  Had we all collectively ignored the event would it have had the global economic effect?  If a tree falls in the woods does it make a sound?  Perhaps to the beavers who used it to dam up a river heard the tree fall, but until it blocked the cooling water to the nuclear power plant further down stream, no one else cared, until it was too late to care.  But look, as early as 1998, much had been written about the coming terrorist threat, so was it a surprise? Taleb himself admitts that, at most, with the right type of open minded thinking, we can turn black swans into gray swans.  Well, in the end, I think he has defeated his own argument with his admission that there are gray swans -- essentially black swans that we can predict and therefore mitigate some of their impact.  Maybe it was a surprise to turkey number one that after 1000 days of nice treatment and good food a surprise would occur, but after turkey number two disappears unexpectedly from the gaggle rumors will start, it's not hard to begin postulating theories on their disappearance.  As with 9/11, we knew -- there was enough knowledge to know and enough time to put security doors on the cockpits ahead of time.  This black swan was not a black swan at all, it was a failure not of imagination but of a huge bureaucracy struggling to protect 300 million people at the same time -- and not to be crass but the numbers of US causalities not just on 9/11 but during the subsequent wars is still a low number, tragedies each and everyone, but not statistics as Stalin would have put it.  And what of Katrina -- having spent some time drinking Hurricanes in New Orleans, it has been a known fact for many decades that to be drinking a Hurricane in the French Quarter, was to be drinking a Hurricane underwater if and when the levies break.  Black swan you say?  Gray swan at a minimum and in my book just dumb planning.

Additionally, we already have a category for black swan's in our lexicon.  It's called an act of God.  Ironically Taleb concedes that religon is the only mitigator of black swans that he can think of -- but not for metaphysical reasons.  It's not philosophical or theological. It's not random or uncertain or risky.  It is what it is.  Do we worry about crossing the street?  Do we worry about dying in a car accident?  Collectively if someone dies on our nations highways, it's not a big deal.  Despite over 40,000 deaths annually on these same highways - it's not a big deal to the nation or country as a whole, because these are statistics.  Wear your seat belt, don't drink and drive, speed kills.  Everything is completely random and unpredictable and the math is impossible because it it far too complex -- this is Taleb's point which he makes again and again.  So much so that now when I get out of bed in the morning, I suspect it will represent my last moments on earth, so I say my prayers.  But wait, I did this anyway -- so have I gained any perspective from Taleb.  I don't think so.  But perhaps I am special in my thinking -- an advanced open-minded thinker.  So will the multiple pin heads who seemingly surround us, who couldn't think outside the box if their life depended on it or do the math, alter their way of thinking as a result of reading Taleb's book? Will they gain from his life long pursuit?  Only if they wake up to the fact that they are living in Kansas, or living in a flood plain, or living on the San Andreas fault, and then only when the Black Swan event occurrs they don't whine to the government that someone should have told them, and then expect relief at our expense.  That, I think, is the point of his book.  He could have said this in 10 pages.

Yet there are still many more counter arguments to Taleb's notion's.  For instance, he completely ignores an attribute called quality and does not believe there are differences in human performance that account for the injustices he sees all around him.  It is true that the differences in human performance are not so great as to seperate us on the scale he uses to differenciate black swans, the net worth of Bill Gates for instance.  But he fails to recongize that there is a difference.  It is not luck.  Some of it was skill -- without a functional operating systems Gates had nothing to sell.  And some of it was business sense -- writing a excusive contract.  Yes there was luck in the timing of the venture but there was still quality.  Yes there were other operating systems out there -- and MS DOS can be judged against those, not the operating system that I was working on, since I wasn't.  And later came the arguable thug tactics and anti-trust violations used to steal the industry.  Crimes perhaps, but not the luck of the draw.  Crediting the next 20 years of growth for MicroSoft as a black swan event is misleading because it is not the triggering event.  It might be an artifact of something attributable, not in this case, to an act of God, but is is more about the way things grow when they become epidemics -- this math is well understood.  Nothing new here.

So Taleb has not given us a black swan.  He has given us a Red Herring.  He has taken a small piece of stinky fish and dragged it in the dirt perpendicular to the path we are on.  There is a small benefit, if we leave our path momentarily to gain a new perspective, new insights will emerge, but that is all our feeble brains can comprehend, and nothing more.  But to think there are no thinker's among us who do not understand the need to search for the extraordinary and to try to link them to potential causes, that although we might not understand completely, are contributory and can indeed be rectified, is not to be an observer of the human race at all.  Ultimately he is wrong.

So read this book.  Then go divesify your investments.  Be amused as a  highly intelligent, well read, and apparently wealthy man, rails against the system -- I also hate journalists but would like to add lawyers and tow truck operators to my list as well. But remember who he is, he is the modern day "Chicken Little" or "Fiver" if you like rabbit's instead of chickens.   Understand that we are special and the fragile world we live in is extremely random and the catastrophic is both commonplace and everyday -- it's not just the end of the world events to fear.  So pay attention every now and then to the world around you.  Pick your head up when you are at work, but more importantly,  do it when you cross the street -- remember it's left, right, then left again.  If you are in England, it's right, left, then right again.  If we humans couldn't turn crossing the street into a non-lethal act, ahead of time, we would never cross the street.

Nicholas Nassim Taleb has seemingly spent his entire life chasing what he refers to as the black swan.  A series of highly improbable events that have continuously shaped the course of human history.  He presents his description of this phenomenon in what might be termed an autobiographical manifesto of sorts, the exhaustive and seemingly endlessly referenced book, "The Black Swan -- The Impact of the Highly Improbable".  It's not that Taleb isn't onto something, or hasn't written a thought provoking book, he has. But Taleb has not given us a black swan.  He has given us a Red Herring.  He has taken a small piece of stinky fish and dragged it in the dirt perpendicular to the path we are on.  There is a small benefit, if we leave our path momentarily to gain a new perspective, new insights will emerge, but that is all our feeble brains can comprehend, and nothing more.  But to believe there are no thinker's among us who do not understand the need to search for the extraordinary and to try to link them to potential causes, that although we might not understand completely, are contributory and can indeed be rectified, is not to be an observer of the human race at all.  Ultimately he is wrong about the Black Swan but he is right about the requirement for us to think outside the box.  But this has been said before.  Taleb just reminds us.


Slaughterhouse-Five - Vonnegut

Kurt Vonnegut.  His name could have a polarizing effect depending upon which social and political circles you tend to inhabit.  Slaughterhouse-Five.  His most famous novel, perhaps in reality not as polarizing a book as one might expect because of it’s misinterpretation by so many as an anti-war novel.  Published, of course, during the conflict in Vietnam, and, loosely bound to Vonnegut’s eyewitness account of the fire bombings of Dresden Germany during WWII, it’s easy to understand how this anti-war sentiment could take root.  By the time it is written the details of the Dresden bombing were still not ironed out.  Many died horrifically for seemingly less than a military purpose with the number of deaths propagandized to be in the 200,000 range by the Nazis (Vonnegut himself wrote 135,000).  That number almost doubles the instantaneous deaths at Hiroshima for instance.  But those early numbers far exceeded the actual numbers which were closer to 25,000 as later confirmed by German authorities not to mention the eye witness accounts of the military and military industry present in Dresden which perhaps made the bombing necessary.  Not to belittle the atrocious effects of tons of high explosive and incendiary bombing, indeed the firebombing of Tokyo Japan quite exceeded the immediate effects at Hiroshima and Nagasaki.  I say this not to downplay or apologize for the horrors of war, but to point out that this singular focus on Slaughterhouse-Five, this focus on an anti-war sentiment, distracts us significantly from the far more relevant theme Vonnegut brilliantly illustrated in this book.  Billy Pilgrim suffers from profound mental illness as do most of his characters.  Perhaps those attributes were seeded in war and perhaps some of those Vonnegut possessed himself, however he wrote to us some 20 years after his eyewitness account.  Should one witness such atrocities one would hope a far speedier indictment would follow.

Personally, I did not find the horrors of war (the killing) particularly more disturbing than the mental health of these people whom we become acquainted.  Death is prevalent throughout the novel and Vonnegut's technique of using the phrase, “So it goes” after having written about a death, is invoked over 100 times. The Dresden bombing receives a single “So it goes” for the presumed 135,000 death toll.  The death of his father and the death of his wife each carried the same weight, a single “So it goes”.  The barbaric death of a dog at the hands of a psychotic long before the war received the same “So it goes” as did the discovery of the remaining multitude of deaths, at war and at peace, which occur throughout the novel.  These deaths were deliberate, accidental, or from natural causes.  Vonnegut himself did not seem to discriminate.  Thus, his single most powerful and recurring theme in his novel has no discriminatory bias whatsoever.

The case for mental illness however, while perhaps treated in academic circles, primarily in the writings of those seeking a PhD in psychology, are all but ignored within the mainstream.  Which by and large, continues to be symptomatic of our society's innate ability to ignore mental illness at all costs...even when it’s staring us in the face and beating on our chest with both fists as Vonnegut has done in Slaughterhouse-Five.  Alien’s you say?  Somehow Slaughterhouse-Five carries with it the genre of science fiction. Billy Pilgrim is abducted by aliens after all and dutifully reports back what he has learned. Whether or not this book is anti-war, dark humor, or science fiction there are no real Tralfamadorians in Slaughterhouse-Five.  Only the fiction of a very disturbed mind, brought on perhaps, by Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) no understood to be a huge diblitaror in all wars and a subject that should be discussed thoroughly in high schools throughout the country.  This book, as others that are interpreted incorrectly, are great introductions to the mental health conversation.  Let’s talk about that more and time-travel less.

Five stars for Slaughterhouse-Five.  One star for how society interprets and uses the genius of Kurt Vonnegut.