three-quarters of a million years ago

In the current issue of Science, Nira Alperson-Afil, Gonen Sharon, Mordechai Kislev, Yoel Melamed, Irit Zohar, Shosh Ashkenazi, Rivka Rabinovich, Rebecca Biton, Ella Werker, Gideon Hartman, Craig Feibel, and Naama Goren-Inbar present archeological evidence for the "Spatial Organization of Hominin Activities" about 750,000 years ago. Which means that civilization, of sorts, is very old indeed. No word yet on whether the research team found any evidence of a pleistocene Starbucks.

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2059

The close of this year ending with "9", NeuroCooking friends, makes me look not back over the decade, but instead ahead five decades, to ask how 2009 will look to the people of 2059.

I was going to predict that they will ask why we ate so much high-fructose corn-syrup, but a friend with trusted taste says that doing so would make me sound shrill, or batty, a self-marginalized web-ranter. (Though she admits some people would find it funny). So no, we won't make any predictions about the future that touch upon sensitive topics like agribusiness, politics, war, science, health, sex, or religion (certainly we won't mention that 2009 saw the first Vatican conference on possible theological implications of extraterrestrial life). People are too sensitive about that kind of stuff; we wouldn't want to risk offending anyone.

Instead, I predict:

The people of 2059 will look back upon 2009's use of petroleum-fueled motor-vehicles for the daily distribution of pulped-wood newspapers, like we look back on horse-drawn milk-wagons.

"After..."

Just one sentence from Junot Diaz's remarkable first novel, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (2007):

After his initial homecoming week, after he'd been taken to a bunch of sights by his cousins, after he'd gotten somewhat used to the scorching weather and the surprise of waking up to the roosters and being called Huáscar by everybody (that was his Dominican name, something else he'd forgotten), after he refused to succumb to that whisper that all long-term immigrants carry inside themselves, the whisper that says You do not belong, after he'd gone to about fifty clubs and because he couldn't dance sala, merengue, or bachata had sat an drunk Presidentes while Lola and his cousins burned holes in the floor, after he'd explained to people a hundred times that he'd been separated from his sister at birth, after he spent a couple of quiet mornings on his own, writing, after he'd given out all his taxi money to beggars and had to call his cousin Pedro Pablo to pick him up, after he'd watched shirtless shoeless seven-year-olds fighting each other for the scraps he'd left on this plate at an outdoor café, after his mother took them all to dinner in the Zona Colonial and the waiters kept looking at their party askance (Watch out Mom, Lola said, they probably think you're Haitian – La única haitiana aquí eres tú, mi amor, she retorted), after a skeletal vieja grabbed both his hands and begged him for a penny, after his sister had said, You think that's bad, you should see the bateys, after he's spent a day in Baní (the campo where La Inca had been raised) and he'd taken a dump in a latrine and wiped his ass with a corn cob – now that's entertainment, he wrote in his journal – after he'd gotten somewhat used to the surreal whirligig that was life in La Capital – the guaguas, the cops, the mind-boggling poverty, the Dunkin' Donuts, the beggars, the Haitians selling roasted peanuts in the intersections, the mind-boggling poverty, the asshole tourists hogging up all the beaches, the Xica de Silva novelas where homegirl got naked every five seconds that Lola and his female cousins were cracked on, the afternoon walks on the Conde, the mind-boggling poverty, the snarl of streets and rusting zinc shacks that were the barrios populares, the mass of niggers he waded through every day who ran over him if he stood still, the skinny watchmen standing in front of stores with their brokedown shotguns, the music, the raunchy jokes he heard on the streets, the mind-boggling poverty, being piledrived into the corner of a concho by the combined weight of four other customers, the music, the new tunnels driving down into the bauxite earth, the signs that banned donkey carts from the same tunnels – after he'd bone to Bona Chica and Villa Mella and eaten so much chicharrones he had to throw up on the side of the road – now that, his tío Rudolfo sad, is entertainment – after his tío Carlos Moya berated him for having stayed away so long, after his abuela berated him for having stayed away so long, after he saw again the unforgettable beauty of the Cibao, after he heard the stories about his mother, after he stopped marveling at the amount of political propaganda plastered up on every spare wall – ladrones, his mother announched, one and all – after the touched-in-the-head tío who'd been tortured during Balaguer's reign came over and got into a heated political argument with Carlos Moya (after which they'd both got drunk), after he'd caught his first sunburn in Boca Chica, after he's swum in the Caribbean, after tío Rudolfo had gotten him blasted on mamajuana de marisco, after he'd seen his first Haitians kicked off a guagua because niggers claimed they "smelled," after he'd nearly gone nuts over all the bellezas he saw, after he helped his mother install two new air conditioners and crushed his finger so bad he had dark blood under the nail, after all the gifts they'd brought had been properly distributed, after Lola introduced him to the boyfriend she'd dated as a teenager, now a capatileño as well, after he'd seen the pictures of Lola in her private-school uniform, a tall muchacha with heartbreak eyes, after he'd brought flowers to his abuela's number-one servant's grave who had taken care of him when he was little, after he had diarrhea so bad his mouth watered before each detonation, after he'd visited all the rinky-dink museums in the capital with his sister, after he stopped being dismayed that everybody called him gordo (and, worse, gringo), after he'd been overcharged for almost everything he wanted to buy, after La Inca prayed over him nearly every morning, after he caught a cold because his abuela set the air conditioner in the room so high, he decided suddenly and without warning to stay on the Island for the rest of the sumer with his mother and his tío.

Wow.

Just one sentence from "The Truth About Lions" by Abigail Tucker in the January 2010 issue of Smithsonian Magazine:

Lions are vigorous when it comes to reproduction; Schaller observed one male mate 157 times in 55 hours.

Time-traveling with Mark (& Rusty!)

Most days, I read Mark Trail in the Washington Post. Sometimes I read it online.

Today's strip ended with a real cliff-hanger. As you may know, the Sunday Mark Trail strips are non-contiguous with the stories told in the daily strips, which means the cliff-hanger would last until Monday.

But.

I noticed that online, the URL for the "big" version of the current strip looks like this (this is today's):

http://content.comicskingdom.net/Mark_Trail/Mark_Trail.20091226_large.gif

So, without much optimism, but thinking it was worth a try, I edited the URL to yield the date for Monday, the day after tomorrow:

http://content.comicskingdom.net/Mark_Trail/Mark_Trail.20091228_large.gif

And sure enough, there's the resolution to the cliff-hanger!

In fact, you can read to the end of the story:

http://content.comicskingdom.net/Mark_Trail/Mark_Trail.20091229_large.gif

http://content.comicskingdom.net/Mark_Trail/Mark_Trail.20091230_large.gif

http://content.comicskingdom.net/Mark_Trail/Mark_Trail.20091231_large.gif

Whew. I was worried about Mark. And Rusty.

"From our family to yours."

Please allow us to share with you, NeuroCooking friends, this greeting that we received in the mail, from, it would appear, a family of motor vehicles:

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I solved my dream.

"People would much rather expose their lives than keep a secret, especially if they are in the company of those they trust."

-- Distinguished documentary filmmaker Albert Maysles, last night, after a screening of Grey Gardens


When further pressed to explain how he gained the trust of his extraordinary subjects, Albert (he insists on being called Albert) replied, "My brother and I learned from early on, from our mother, that there is good in everybody."

He observed that "the mass media destroys our humanity. ...We don't have enough examples of people living good lives." And then he described a current project on which he is working: his goal is to take 6 cross county trains, to just get on with a camera and start walking the aisles, knowing that every person on that train has a story. That each person started with a story, and a story awaits them upon departing the train.

Albert described one trip he has already taken, traveling west across America. He met a 26-year old woman, who lost touch with her mother when she was three. Two days prior, her phone rang and a woman said, "I am your mother. And I am waiting to meet you in Philadelphia." The young woman immediately got on the train.

Albert filmed her getting off in Philadelphia, where the platforms are below ground. There was no one on the platform, and they started up the stairs to the station. At the top of the stairs, a woman threw open her arms, and ran down and thoroughly embraced the young woman. The two of them cried and hugged. And then the mother pulled back, and still holding onto her daughter, turned to Albert and exclaimed, "Isn't she beautiful?!"


He quoted Leo Tolstoy, who reportedly said upon first seeing a film “We will no longer need to invent stories."

My husband, Tom, achieved a lifelong goal when he got to work with Albert on The Gates. He worked with him again, filming the stage production of Grey Gardens.

Albert is an amazingly gifted, optimistic, generous, intelligent and kind man. 83 years of age, and he obviously continues to enrich cinema, and the lives of those around him. With his children, earlier this year he opened a cinema in Harlem and an educational institute for teaching young people from the neighborhood how to make movies.

He is also currently filming children, and noted that just the day before, he filmed a young boy announcing, "I solved my dream."

"Nothing..."

"Nothing is more common than the erroneous belief that one is displaying judgement or taste by showing an unwillingness to be pleased."

- Samuel Johnson (1709 – 1784)

"He could feel ... the seamless fabric ..."

Just one sentence from the short story "The Use of Poetry" by Ian McEwan, in the December 7th issue of the New Yorker:

He could feel the way the seamless fabric of space-time might be warped by matter, and how this fabric influenced the movement of objets, how gravity was conjured by its curvature.

stardust

In her song Woodstock, when Joni Mitchell sings "we are stardust", she's right.

sometimes

Sometimes, the best way to get someone's attention is to whisper.

possible

Sometimes, the fault is not in the hardware or in the software, because the problem exists between keyboard and chair.

a non-seasonal observation

Most years, robins nest in our back porch trumpet vine.

But I have no idea why a youtube video of our 2007 hatchlings has been viewed more than 2000 times (especially since it's one of those old jumpy not-that-shareable youtube clips).

[Figure: Photo from 6/28/2005; others here.]

she said / I said

My wife told me that something interesting happened to her the other day.

She was getting her usual coffee to go from the coffee shop in the building next door to her office.

She saw a young man for whom she felt an instant warmth and affinity, but she did not know why, because she did not recognize him, or know him.

She puzzled over this, she told me, for a little while. Then, she told me, she figured it out.

This young many, she told me, was not quite tall enough, but otherwise looked very much like I did, twenty years ago, when we met.

Well, I replied, I don't understand that. Because no woman could remind me of how you looked twenty years ago, I told her, because you look just the same, just as lovely, today.

impossible

"It is impossible to make anything truly foolproof, as fools are so ingenious."

-Henry David Thoreau (1817 – 1862)

"lest"

In eighth grade American History & Social Studies class in Clifton, New Jersey, I once used the word "lest" in answering a test question.

When I got back the scored test, the word was circled, and points had been deducted.

So, I asked why. Had I used the word incorrectly or improperly?

No, I was told, the problem was that "no one really uses that word."

From this we can conclude that we should not assume that all teachers aim to inspire all students to achieve their best, lest we forget that the educational system provides a warm home to conformity and anti-intellectualism.

her new old scope

A dear friend gave my wife a microscope:

It was made in Germany, about a hundred years ago.

We, naturally, took some pictures with it:

A poppyseed.

Scales on a human hair.

A slice of papaya.

[For full-resolution images, click here.]

sometimes, it's faster to lose traction

Skilled drivers can get through a curve faster by drifting (or "getting sideways"), as shown in this classic film from 1987 (love the soundtrack!):

not that kind of drag race

We agree with Colin Chapman, & we'd also like to share our understanding of how, in the world of cars, the meanings of the words "faster" & "quicker" differ.

The quicker car is the one that accelerates most speedily from a standing start to, say, 60 MPH, in a straight line. Or, the one that does the standing quarter-mile in the least time.

The faster car is the one that get around a particular banked curve in the least time. Of course, this requires a skilled driver.

Related to this distinction is another one: Competition to determine which car is quickest is called drag racing. Competition to determine which car & driver are fastest is called automobile racing.

nifty

From the BBC, a laboratory demonstration of greenhouse gas warming in a bottle.

heavy

In preparation for an upcoming trip, I loaded the TomTom app onto my iPhone.

[Although my iPhone 3G has built-in GPS, & google maps, it is of limited utility for navigation because the maps are not built in. That is, if you don't have a cellphone signal, you don't have a data network, so you don't have any maps! In contrast, the TomTom app contains roadmaps for all of North America (and also additional functionality that folks are used to having in a nav system, such as turn-by-turn voice instructions).]

Now, the TomTom iPhone app is huge – about 1.3 Gigabytes – because of all those roadmaps. And I swear my iPhone feels heavier, with all those maps in it. Really. It reminds me of some lines from the song "Your Belgian Things" from the album "We Shall All be Healed" by the Mountain Goats:

I shot a roll of thirty-two exposures / My camera groans beneath the weight it bears.

I told my wife that the phone felt heftier because of all the roadmaps in it, and she asked:

Which are heavier, the zeroes or the ones?

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Clay Shirky on Algorithmic Authority

"Algorithmic authority is the decision to regard as authoritative an unmanaged process of extracting value from diverse, untrustworthy sources, without any human standing beside the result saying 'Trust this because you trust me.' This model of authority differs from personal or institutional authority..."

... but sometimes your lens does

Your camera doesn't matter, but sometimes your lens does.

In optical image formation, the box-with-the-film-in-it behind the lens matters a lot less than the lens.

Sometimes, the lens does matter, a lot:

But most of the time, in my opinion, you can grab good shots with an iPhone:

Similarly, for the most part, your scanner doesn't matter (much), but your pulse sequence sure does. When zeugmatographers discuss various kinds of MRIs – something we love to do, by the way – we talk about functional imaging vs. diffusion imaging vs. angiographic imaging, about spin echoes vs. gradient echoes, but not (much) about which manufacturer (e.g., GE, Philips, Siemens) made our scanners...

[First illustration: Backyard yesterday, in the first snow of the season. Nikon 105 mm f/2.0 lens on D200 camera (1/4000 s, ISO 3200).]

[Second illustration (slideshow): iPhone photos, from a weekend visit to NY & NJ last year.]

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8/day

I apologize for not remembering where I saw this estimate, but somewhere recently I read that the rate of publication of peer reviewed research papers using functional MRI is currently running at about eight per day. Don't know if that's calendar days or business days.

theory vs. practice

In theory, theory & practice are the same.

In practice, however...

a note on noise

Although scientists try to be precise with language, they are often imprecise regarding the word "noise". Sometimes, noise refers specifically to that random jiggling, of thermal origin, that makes the signals we are looking for harder to see. But often, researchers use "noise" simply to mean signals they don't want, whatever their origin. And in fact, noise is a hot topic in functional MRI.

[P.S. NeuroCooking friends, thank you for staying with us as we reach this, our 200th post.]

The Trouble with Values

My new essay at PhilanTopic, the Philanthropy News Digest blog: The Trouble with Values.

You will learn:

• How values are utterly subjective
• My story about my journey to working with story
• When values collide - then what?

Q & A

War! What is it good for?

Writing as "Helvidius" in 1793, James Madison (1751 – 1836), who would go on to serve as the fourth President of the United States, explained:

War is in fact the true nurse of executive aggrandizement. In war, a physical force is to be created; and it is the executive will, which is to direct it. In war, the public treasures are to be unlocked; and it is the executive hand which is to dispense them. In war, the honours and emoluments of office are to be multiplied; and it is the executive patronage under which they are to be enjoyed. It is in war, finally, that laurels are to be gathered, and it is the executive brow they are to encircle.

as a courtesy to our readers

We at NeuroCooking are not affiliated with the Pekar Project.

Remembering through Story

I recently participated in a storytelling workshop presented by Narativ, and gained insight into how story can actually be an embodiment of a person, in the sense that it can presence them in a community.

Participants were directed to tell a 3-minute story as if we were one of our grandparents. All 13 participants shared a pivotal moment, told in the voice of one of their grandparents, as well as a brief biography of that relative's life. At the end of the storytelling, it felt as if 13 additional chairs had been added to our circle, as if each of the grandparents who had "spoken" were now sitting amongst us.

Murray Nossel, the Director of Narativ, introduced the anthropological concept of "re-membering" (also used in narrative therapy) and offered this summary: "When people die, they are no longer members of our community, and we must re-member them by telling their stories."

This exercise got me thinking about why it is so critical that organizations share the stories of their founders.

I have the tremendous pleasure of working with Enterprise Community Partners, for whom Jim Rouse, their extraordinary founder, is very much a felt presence. I get the feeling that most decisions at Enterprise are made with Jim at the table, so to speak; he is often quoted, and many staff and board members continue to share personal and professional stories about him.

And I was reminded of a story David Beckwith, of The Needmor Fund, shared with me about their founder, Virginia Secor Stranahan. Very much focused on the family legacy of community stewardship, their board now contains family members who once played under the very table at which they currently meet. The Needmor Fund not only shares stories about the organization's history at every meeting, they even have an effigy of Virginia Secor Stranahan seated at the table!

Start now, when your founders are alive, so that their values and motivations live on to forever spark understanding and innovation within your organization. A great example of a young organization sharing the story of their founding can be found here, from Mercy Corps.

And certainly remember friends, family, mentors, and other people who have touched your life. Re-member their way back around your proverbial campfire.

"...like teaching art history, and then testing by..."

It's oddly common across a variety of disciplines: teaching analysis but testing on synthesis.

In chemical engineering, teaching reagents and reactions – what chemicals do – and testing by asking students to design reactors and processes – to build a factory, in essence.

In pure mathematics, teaching axioms and theorems – what mathematical objects do – and testing by asking students to prove a novel theorem – to build a new proof.

It's like teaching art history, and then testing by asking students to paint.

X is a culture of Y

"Religion is a culture of faith; science is a culture of doubt."

- Richard P. Feynman

same diff?

Science is the search for beauty; art is the search for truth.

The (other) League of Zeugmatographers!

Prof. Paul Lauterbur (1929 – 2007) coined the term "zeugmatography" to describe the role played by applied field gradients in magnetic resonance imaging: they encode spatial position into signal frequency; they yoke (greek: ζεῦγμα or zeugma) frequency to position.

We would like to suggest an alternate meaning for zeugmatography.

A zeugma is a figure of speech, or rhetorical form, involving a yoking or coupling. My favorite zeugmas are syllepses, where one verb is applied to two nouns, but with different meanings, often concrete vs. abstract, as for instance in: "he lost his coat and his temper".

The form -tography is widely used to refer to writing or text. For example, "cryptography" does not refer to encoded images; it refers to encoded messages.

Accordingly, we would like to suggest that zeugmatography could also mean the writing of zeugmas, including syllepses. Thus, while I was typing "he lost his coat and his temper" back there, I was performing zeugmatography, or being a zeugmatographer.

What do you think, NeuroCooking friends? Would you like to join our League of Zeugmatographers? All you have to do is write a syllepsis!

If Philanthropic Foundations want to be Heard and Understood, they must Share Stories

My latest essay, on how foundations can cease being confounded by storytelling and start being heard, is now up at PhilanTopic, the Philanthropy News Digest blog.

will it go round in circles?

We've heard too many talks at scientific meetings with approximately this "logic":

If the moon were made of green cheese, it would be visible to the naked eyed.

See the moon!

Therefore, we have proved that the moon is made of green cheese.

[title refers to this]

"very worst idea in the history of..."

The 2010 annual meeting of the International Society of Magnetic Resonance in Medicine will include a "very worst idea in the history of magnetic resonance" competition. Because members are allowed to nominate only their own work, our prediction is that the number of submissions received will be zero.

without being disagreeable

When we recently stepped off an elevator into a museum basement, a museum guard said "May I help you?"

Which was more courteous & effective than saying straight out what he meant, which was of course, "What are you doing here?"

Likewise, in scientific discourse, saying "that's not my understanding" is both more courteous and more effective than saying "you're wrong".

baker, farmer, computer, photographer

The word "computer" used to mean a person who computed. (Think of a clerk adding up numbers in a ledger).

So, "computer" was like "baker" or "farmer", until it changed to refer to a machine, rather than a person.

Now that Sony has introduced the new "IPT-DSI Party-Shot Personal Photographer", an "innovative camera dock that pans 360 degrees and tilts 24 degrees, automatically detects faces, adjusts composition [reportedly using the rule of thirds] and takes photos for you", we wonder whether a similar transformation will take hold of the word "photographer".

what's the difference?

As a guy with big magnets, I have, from time to time been asked, what is the difference between imaging and spectroscopy?

An image is a graphical representation of the spatial distribution of a substance or property.

Spectroscopy is the use of electromagnetic energy to study matter, generally using the frequency- or wavelength-dependence of the interaction between electromagnetic radiation and matter, to probe the composition or structure of the matter.

Often, these are two sides of the same coin: Many interactions between energy and matter are used for both imaging and spectroscopy; many imaging methods are spectrally specific.

Last night, I had the supreme pleasure of seeing Dreamgirls at the Apollo Theatre in Harlem. My husband was a member of the crew that was videotaping the show for promotional purposes. Because I was getting a ride back home with him, I waited as the crew packed up at the end of the evening.

I was charmed by the conversation and patter that occurring among the theatre staff that remained after the audience left, and by the beauty and intimacy of the theatre. I thought, "Wow, these folk invite strangers into their home every evening."

Waiting patiently for the crew, I stood quietly in the back of the theatre, reading email on my phone. When I did look up, a staff member noticed, came over to me, and with a big smile, said, "Oh, you finally looked up!"

I replied that I was simply trying to stay out of the way. He then smiled even harder and offered, "Don't worry, girl; you're home here."

Just what I was thinking. The play, by the way, is terrific!

Prof. Mildred Cohn (1913 - 2009)

"our band could be your life / real names be proof "

-Minutemen, "History Lesson, part two"

Prof. Mildred Cohn (1913 - 2009) was my scientific grandmother, twice over.

We speak of the trainees of scientists as their scientific progeny. Mildred (please forgive the familiar tone) trained Prof. John. S. Leigh, Jr. (1939 - 2008), who was my graduate supervisor, and Dr. Alan C. McLaughlin, who was one of my post-graduate research supervisors. So, because I am the trainee of two of her trainees, Mildred was my grandparent, twice over.

"Non-invasive biochemistry" is a good description of what we can do today using magnetic resonance spectroscopy to study metabolism and metabolic control without cutting into people to take biopsy specimens. Much of what we take for granted in this field is based on Mildred's ground-breaking work. I, and many of my colleagues, were delighted to see that she merited an obituary in the New York Times.

Something that was not in that obituary is a story that I once heard Mildred tell about herself; her late husband, physicist Prof. Henry Primakoff (1914 - 1983); and our colleague and then Director of the Johnson Research Foundation, Prof. Britton Chance (I'm transcribing here from memory, so please take the quote marks loosely):

"There were three students who were close friends. One night they were talking, and they took up the question of what is the most important thing in life.

I said the most important thing in life was science: The opportunity to ask questions, and answer them, and discover new knowledge, and make possible improvements in people's lives.

Brit said that was very nice, and those were noble goals, but you couldn't actually achieve them unless you had money, and that was why the most important thing in life was money.

And the other friend? He laughed, and said that we were both wrong, and that the most important thing in life was sex.

So I married him."

you'll feel better if you shut your eyes

If you're trying carefully to use your fingertips' sense of touch – whether to feel a biological specimen, or a produce item, or to seat a small screw in a machine – you'll do better if you close your eyes.

I learned this in ninth grade biology class in Clifton, NJ, from Mrs. Toth, who taught us how to feel a piece of fish.

The other thing I learned in ninth grade in Clifton was how to type. Lunch was a half-period; typing was something you could do instead of "study hall" for the other half-period. The typing room had student typewriters which were not just manual but blank. All of the keys were blank. There was a typing keyboard chart at the head of the room that was rolled up for tests.

So, you could say that in ninth grade in Clifton I learned a couple of things to do with my fingers.

“What’s the story of the story?”

Today’s Worldwide Story Network teleconference resulted in great insight from Paul Costello, head of The Center for Narrative Studies, and author of The Presidential Plot.

In examining cultural and political narratives, Paul advised us to ask, “What’s the story of the story?”

This means, in essence, to take a long view, and to take in the full context and complexity of the story. To “Get off the dance floor and look down from the balcony.”

Paul suggested that people “Think of some cultural and political stories as products. They are being sold to us, and they may very well harm or even kill us.” He spoke of our “narrative vulnerabilities”, our weaknesses to be both manipulated, and inspired, by emotional stories of greatness and aspiration. And the way in which political leaders and journalists, in particular, can appeal to these vulnerabilities.

Paul also suggested that we “think of story as a verb. We have choices; we are all ‘story-ing’ our lives.” For an organization looking to effect change, this would mean asking, in this order:
• What is the ending for which we are striving?
• How did we start?
• Where are we now?
• How can we get to the desired ending?

I’ve written in the past about my use of the basic story framework – beginning, middle, and end – to make decisions and find my way out of complex situations. When agitated, I will often ask myself, How do I want this story to end? This enables me to focus on the goal and take control over the situation. Once I articulate where I want to be and what is happening, I ask, How can I make that happen?

Having spent decades working on peace and reconciliation in both Ireland and the Middle East, as well as analyzing the memes of the last American Presidential race, Paul is expert in seizing opportunities to tell a new narrative. He advises people looking to change the accepted narrative or narrative to “find the space for retelling of the unique stories.” Where is there room for a new story? Where might there be a narrative vulnerability on which you can hook your new narrative?

And, short of finding the space in which to create an entirely new narrative, perhaps there is the glimmer an existing story that you can nurture. Perhaps you, your organization, or your issue can find a place in a different story. Creating a new narrative can result from “feeding a story you want to grow and starving the other” destructive narrative.

on an inter-group comparison of brain connectivity

She (reading a draft): So, the patients have more green blobs than the controls?

Me: Yeah, they're blobbier.

She: Whoa. Modern science.

David Rock, Your Brain at Work

On Friday evening, I had the great pleasure of meeting and hearing David Rock talk about his new book, Your Brain at Work. David is a management consultant and leadership coach, and co-founder of the Neuroleadership Institute. His work is compelling, largely because of the incredible passion and fascination that drives his interest in the nexus of brain science and human behavior.

(I do admit to being somewhat taken aback by the term neuroleadership, the first time I heard it: "Imagine leadership without brains!", I wrote to Jim. David's sincerity and depth of knowledge, however, quashed my skepticism.)

I'll write more as I delve deeper into the book, but for now, let me share my notes and thoughts from Friday's presentation:

David believes "that there are five domains of social experience that your brain treats the same as survival issues. These domains form a model, which I call the SCARF model, which stands for Status, Certainty, Autonomy, Relatedness, and Fairness."

Essentially, these are the reward realms to which humans strive. "To create change," such as having a student learn, or an employee take desired action, David advises, "go for these rewards."

For instance, "Autonomy is about giving people choices; changing from a threat state to a reward state."

Relatedness is the building of relationships and connectedness. For instance, if you are presenting to strangers, it is important to say hello to individual participants upon arrival - it creates a relationship between you and your listeners, turning people "from foe to friend."

David's prescription for successful organizational change calls for the application of the SCARF model, and advise that "whenever you threaten one, balance it out with the others."

His model derives from his belief that "our limbic systems have very strong responses to whether each and everything is evil or good. The first thing we do is minimize danger and the second is maximize reward. ...There is no such thing as neutral: if you pay attention to something your brain will decide if it is good or bad."

David is suggesting, for example, that if you are asking people to learn something, you are threatening their status (you are telling them they do not know something), so balance your request by building their certainty with information, or their autonomy by offering choices in applying the new information.


Are you familiar with David's work? I'd love to hear your thoughts.

The chemistry of the perfect gravy

The Royal Society of Chemistry in the UK has announced "a chemistry-based recipe for the perfect gravy. The recipe includes soy sauce, to bring out the umami flavor of the gravy.

Happy Almost Thanksgiving!

some do it because they cherish privacy

Nothing against country music (e.g., we saw Lyle Lovett @ Strathmore Hall just last week) – but I can report, based on personal experience, that some people play country & western radio at work not so much because they like it, but because it keeps other people away.

rear all around?

Each Sunday, the Washington Post runs a car review by Warren Brown. This from the "nuts and bolts" callout accompanying today's review of the 2010 Chevrolet Silverado 1500 LT Z71 (I have no idea what all those letters and numbers mean) :

Standard equipment includes ventilated front-disc/rear-disc brakes. This column prefers rear discs all around.

yes we did

Sometimes I think that the Apollo program taught generations of scientists that yes, we can get stuff done.

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How do you define knowledge and expertise?

Reading an advance copy of Bob Penna’s forthcoming book, The Outcomes Toolbox, I was reminded of a conversation Jim and I recently had, about the difference between knowledge and expertise.

Exploring the difference between data, knowledge, and information, Bob writes,

“Shared data can be meaningless; but shared information is priceless.

“Knowledge… is more than information: it is familiarity, awareness, and understanding.

“Knowledge is also richer and more meaningful than information: if information is data organized so that its patterns and connections are made apparent, knowledge is information placed into a person or organization’s operational framework, so that its value, relevance, place, purpose and usefulness become apparent.

“Knowledge is derived from, builds upon, and synthesizes information. It results from making comparisons, identifying consequences, and making connections. Knowledge is information enhanced by experience, wisdom, insight, instinct, judgment, and ‘rules of thumb’ developed over time through trial and error.”

And, I would define expertise as the practical, prescient, and effective application of knowledge.

practically speaking

Working in the lab can be tough. One thing I've learned about setting up experimental apparatus is:

Never force anything.

On the other hand, one thing I've learned about balky electronics is:

Hitting things sometimes fixes them.

Of course, it's best to turn things off before you hit them.

On a historic note, I believe that Apollo astronauts fixed a malfunctioning television camera, on the moon, by hitting it.

faster everywhere

"Adding power makes you faster on the straights.

Subtracting weight makes you faster everywhere."

- Colin Chapman (1928-1982), founder of Lotus Cars.

technical vs. vernacular

When she asks you for a perfect ring, remember - She could be a mathematician.

But no simpler.

"A theory should be as simple as possible, but no simpler."

- A restatement of Occam's principle, "entia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitatem" ("entities should not be multiplied beyond necessity"), attributed to Albert Einstein.

Psychiatrists say that the critical role is more comfortable than the analytic role.

It's easier to learn how to argue than to learn how to think, because to learn how to argue, you just need to learn how to challenge others' opinions, but to learn how to think, you need to learn how to challenge your own assumptions.

live from Halloween

Live-blogging Halloween 2009 from NeuroCooking's Chesapeake Headquarters in Kensington Maryland USA:

As of 10:30 PM, we've still given no candy to no trick-and-treaters.

Or, as they say where I'm from, we still ain't given no candy to no trick-and-treaters.

Live on Halloween!

Liveblogging Halloween from NeuroCooking's National Medical Center Headquarters in Kensington Maryland USA:

At 10:10 PM, we can ask: Candy? Does anyone need some candy?