In January of 2011, television personality Bill O’Reilly weighed in on more than one culture war with his statement “tide goes in, tide goes out. Never a miscommunication. You can’t explain that,” which he proposed as an argument for the existence of God. O’Reilly was ridiculed by his detractors for not knowing that tides can be readily explained by a system of partial differential equations describing the gravitational interaction of sun, earth, and moon (a fact that was first worked out by Laplace in 1776 and has been considerably refined since; when asked by Napoleon why the creator did not enter into his calculations, Laplace said “I had no need of that hypothesis.”). (O’Reilly also seems not to know about Deimos and Phobos (two of my favorite moons in the entire solar system, along with Europa, Io, and Titan), nor that Mars and Venus orbit the sun, nor that the reason Venus has no moons is because it is so close to the sun that there is scant room for a stable lunar orbit.) But O’Reilly realizes that it doesn’t matter what his detractors think of his astronomical ignorance, because his supporters think he has gotten exactly to the key issue: why? He doesn’t care how the tides work, tell him why they work. Why is the moon at the right distance to provide a gentle tide, and exert a stabilizing effect on earth’s axis of rotation, thus protecting life here? Why does gravity work the way it does? Why does anything at all exist rather than not exist? O’Reilly is correct that these questions can only be addressed by mythmaking, religion or philosophy, not by science.
Chomsky has a philosophy based on the idea that we should focus on the deep whys and that mere explanations of reality don’t matter. In this, Chomsky is in complete agreement with O’Reilly. (I recognize that the previous sentence would have an extremely low probability in a probabilistic model trained on a newspaper or TV corpus.) Chomsky believes a theory of language should be simple and understandable, like a linear regression model where we know the underlying process is a straight line, and all we have to do is estimate the slope and intercept.
Previously, I posted that Lissie had the best cover of “Bad Romance.”
Statistics is apparently a top subject for parody rap.“It’s gonna be great when we play with Cox models all night long…”
Not rap, but even better…Britney. “Oops, I picked the wrong test…”
There are too many stats class video to count. This was the best:
Null Hypothesis: This guy is Dr. Dre
Alternative Hypothesis: This guy ain’t no Dr. Dre
Reject the null.
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God’s death was the big bang,
Stars the embers of the pyre.
Life has been mourning ever since.
Rumi’s caravan spread across eons of time,
Picking up shreds of evidence of God’s existence.
I listened in a room full of believers, ones who
Tell us to revel in life.
I want to tell them they are wrong, wrong,
Wrong. The more we look, the smaller
We get. And we should be like this
And cheer? If I’m nothing but fading warmth
In dying ash, I at least want the strength
To touch the next star and whisper something beautiful.