My Problem With Malcolm Gladwell

Every once in a while the New Yorker brings back an old article that has new relevance. That’s just what they’ve done with one called “How David Beats Goliath,” by Malcolm Gladwell from May 4, 2009.  The full article is here and it comes just in time for peak March Madness upset season. Now when I said last time that I was boycotting the tournament this year (if you missed it, you can see that post, here), note that I didn’t say I was boycotting basketball. I  only said that I was boycotting the NCAA tournament.  So technically I am still within my rights. And actually it’s not so much the sport itself but the writer and his techniques that I have a small problem with. So, with that lengthy preamble, here goes.

 

Malcolm Gladwell
The New Yorker writer, Malcolm Gladwell.

 

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So, what’s my beef with Malcolm Gladwell? Well, it’s not his Afro hair-do. And it’s not his prose either. He’s a very fine writer. You may have heard of some of his most popular books, like Outliers (2008), Blink (2005), and The Tipping Point (2000). What he specializes in is arriving at counter-intuitive social-science conclusions by means of a mixture of carefully chosen anecdote and skillful argument, with the odd statistic thrown in just to make it all sound scientific.  And therein lies the crux of the matter, at least as far as I’m concerned. And as you will see if you read on.

The central tenet of “How David Beats Goliath” is that David breaks with social convention while Goliath is stuck in the tried-and-true. It’s quintessential Gladwell, and as far as it goes, he’s right. Applied to basketball, it translates into the proposition that an agile full-court press gives David a key advantage against Goliath who runs a plodding, pound-it-down-low, half-court offense. And again, as far as it goes, I’ve got no problem with it. It’s just the way he gets there that’s flawed. Bear with me as I wax philosophical, and (hopefully also) a bit scientific.

 

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Consider this passage during a classic Gladwell digression on underdogs fighting guerilla warfare:

 

…in 1809, the Peruvians fought the Spanish straight up and lost; in 1816, the Georgians fought the Russians straight up and lost; in 1817, the Pindaris fought the British straight up and lost; in the Kandyan rebellion of 1817, the Sri Lankans fought the British straight up and lost; in 1823, the Burmese chose to fight the British straight up and lost. The list of failures was endless…

 

Notice anything? Well, other than the fact that nobody who doesn’t have access to an obscure database of early 19th century armed conflicts ever heard of most of these battles? That’s right – it’s all anecdotal. It’s entirely possible (Note: I’ve not taken the time myself to analyze the database like Gladwell obviously has) that one could theoretically come up with a list of battles arriving at some other – entirely different – conclusion. The fact that by beating us over the head with this kind of endless list such that Gladwell prevails in an argument proves only that he’s adept at arguing, not that either his logic or the overall trend of data invariably supports his chosen conclusion.

To his credit Gladwell does occasionally pepper his narrative with a few stats. But the fact that those stats NEVER go against the flow of his narrative is proof to me that he’s cherry-picking facts rather than that he’s painting anything like a fair and balanced picture of the actual overall landscape. And the twin hall-marks of science are 1) the Gaussian (normal) distribution of data across a continuum, and 2) the notion that discordant data is valuable and must always be reported. Oh, and did I mention, a relevant statistical control group? Well, now I did.

 

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If you made it through all of that – cue the sound-track with wild applause – I’m proud of you. But back to basketball:  Gladwell’s chosen anecdotes are about underdog teams like Fordham and coaches like Rick Pitino. But if you’re trying to make the case for using a full-court press, why not bring up UCLA coach John Wooden’s 7 straight National Championships (1967-73) thanks to the 2-2-1 zone press? Well, the fact is that in such a narrative, players like Lew Alcindor and Bill Walton – not to mention the greatest college basketball coach who ever lived (sorry, Geno Auriemma) – do not lend themselves to making a case for scrappy upstarts from the Bronx triumphing over blue-chip Blue Bloods stuck in their old-fashioned ways. At least not after the first 4 or 5 National Championships in a row it doesn’t.

 

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How’s this for an alternative argument, Master Malcolm? In today’s NCAA tournament – as well as in today’s NBA for that matter – it isn’t the full-court press that makes the difference, it’s 3-point shooting. Case in point:  Penn State’s Andrew Funk hit 8-of-10 treys (80%) and the Nittany Lions crushed higher-seeded Texas Tech in their first-round match-up. And in Fairleigh-Dickinson’s historic 16-over-1 upset of top ranked Purdue? FDU limited the Boilermakers to just 5-of-26 shooting from 3-point range. For those of you keeping score at home, that’s a paltry 19%. OK, so maybe tenacious defense played some small role, but still.

Of course by resorting to anecdote I’ve fallen into the same trap here as Malcolm Gladwell, so take it all with a grain of salt. But my abiding point remains: Skillful argument based on anecdotal evidence is one thing.  But scientific analysis based on a full spectrum of carefully controlled data? That’s a whole different ballgame. And besides, even Goliath can learn how to use the full-court press.  Just sayin’.

 

Some Lines We Do Not Cross

Got your winning bracket filled out for the NCAA basketball tournament? Here is why I’m boycotting March Madness this year. Or, to put it more bluntly: Some lines we do not cross.

 

Some lines we do not cross - Killin' it.
Stay classy, Alabama fans.

 

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A few years ago when Air Force by some miracle made its way into the NCAA tournament’s first round at the (then) Pepsi Center (now renamed “Ball Arena”), I snagged some reasonably-priced tickets (read: nosebleed seats) and made my way down the 16th Street mall from my (then) workplace up by the State Capitol to watch. Now, post-pandemic, I almost never venture downtown, not even to see Gonzaga slay some hapless early-round foe. But there’s a different reason why I’m not even filling out a bracket for the tournament this year.

The background story is here. In a nutshell, I’ll not support – even indirectly – an accessory to murder. Not even one who plays basketball for the #1 ranked college hoops program  in the country, and who is likely to be the overall #1 pick in the next NBA draft. Oh, and just so you know, Brandon Miller?  I’m boycotting you once you turn pro too.

 

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I leave it to you, gentle readers, to educate yourself on the details of the above story. Suffice it to say, this is not an isolated problem, either for elite basketball players, or for young men out packing heat. Case in point: A few weeks ago after an NBA game here in Denver against the hometown Nuggets, Memphis Grizzlies all-star point guard Ja Morant went from Ball Arena over to Shotgun Willies – a strip club – and flashed a firearm during an altercation after the show.  Now given the twin facts that the incident was captured on security camera footage and that carrying such a weapon onto a team airplane headed to an away game – both clearly violate team and league rules – Morant was busted.

Afterwards, he entered a treatment facility to help him deal with his demons.  Accordingly, the league suspended him for 8 games. Which, let it be noted for the record, is 8 games more than Brandon Miller was suspended for actually supplying the gun that was used by his friend and teammate in the murder of a University of Alabama student in Tuscaloosa back in January. But hey, who’s counting, right? Easy come, easy go? Boys just wanna have fun? I GUESS.

 

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Bottom line, I wish Drew Timme and the Zags all the best as they pursue college hoops immortality this weekend in Denver, and in the coming weeks as the tournament wends its way to the Final Four in Houston. And I wish all of you who are filling out March Madness brackets well too. Your odds of perfection are exactly 1 in 9,223,372,036,854,775,808 – yes, I googled it. Hey, a guy can dream, right? But my odds of buying a ticket to watch anyone play college basketball in this year’s tournament, at Ball Arena or anywhere else, are – and will remain – exactly zero. The voice of Darius Miles’ victim calling out from beyond the grave demands of me no less.  Because, folks, there are some lines we just do not cross. And you can quote me on that too.  Or, to quote that other immortal Crimson Tide alum, Forrest Gump, “That’s all I’ve got to say about that.”

 

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

Happy St. Patrick’s Day, everyone!

 

Happy St. Patrick's Day
Also, make sure to use plenty of SPF-50.

 

Please, for the love of all that is holy, don’t expose yourself!

This PSA brought to you by the Irish Dermatology Association.

Mixed Bag

Today’s post is a bit of a mixed bag. On the one hand, there’s something for everyone. On the other hand, you may find yourself saying “Man, this guy needs to get his ADHD under control!” But which ever way it strikes you, remember this:  Here at dewconsulting, we do it all for you – today and every day.

 

Mixed Bag - CAT!
Boo-ya!
Mixed Bag - Biden.
Before you get too excited (either way), be sure to read the op/ed about Kamala, here.

 

Mixed Bag - Blitt.
Life Imitates The Oscars:  Barry Blitt edition.
Finally, an epitaph that surpasses the ever-popular “I TOLD you I was sick.”
Words of wisdom for all ages, no matter what day of the week it is.

 

Enjoy your Mixed Bag Thursday, everyone!

Caesar Salad

It’s the Ides of March and I’ve been waiting a long time to post this: Beware the…. Caesar salad?

 

Caesar salad
Beware the… well, you know.

 

“Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. ANTONY: Fear him not, Caesar; he’s not dangerous.” – Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar, Act 1, scene 2.

 

Yeah, right. Famous last words.

“Here, Caesar, have some salad why doncha…”

Never trust a salad-eater with a steak knife in his hand.

These are words to live by.

 

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For those in need of a little history refresher, it’s here.

Happy Ides, y’all.  Let’s be safe out there.

 

Bonus Cartoon

 

Panorama Point

Today’s hike: Bear Creek Canyon to Panorama Point.

By the numbers:

 

Other hikers on the trail:         8

Dogs (off-leash)                          3

Mule deer (also off-leash)      5

Squirrel (totally nuts)                 1

Miles (to the top and back)    5

Floors (per my phone app)   15

Mountain bikers                          0 – as in ZIP, NADA, ZILCH.

 

YAHOOOOO!

 

A word on hikers, bikers, and sharing trails: When my wife and I walk the flat paved paths along the South Platte or on top of Chatfield dam, we are continuously assaulted by spandex-clad road-bikers zipping past calling out “ON YOUR LEFT!” Don’t get me wrong, they have every bit as much right to be there as we do, and announcing their immanent approach from behind is just common courtesy. BUT, it interferes with my chi. I always startle. And usually I involuntarily hop about half a step into their path. I’m sorry, it’s just the way I’m wired. If you’re a biker, please don’t take it personally. But I hate you all – I really do – so sue me.

When I say there were zero mountain bikers on today’s hike up to Panorama Point, this is actually something in their favor, at least in terms of survivability. The only bikers who should be braving a sheet of solid ice on a 16-degree slope are those with a death wish – or maybe those with a burning desire to vie for one of those coveted Darwin Awards. Anyway, I consider the zero-biker metric of today’s hike a sign of God’s grace. Also, my chi (sans bikers) was at or near an all-time high – Allah be praised.

 

Beyond the numbers

 

A few quick photos to whet your appetite for this hike should you ever be in the area and find yourself desirous of a steep but rewarding climb. In summertime it’s always waaay too crowded, so winter is (IMHO) the perfect time for this one. Of course you’ll need micro-spikes if you don’t wish to become a statistic.

To get there, exit C-470 at Morrison Road and go west on State Highway 74 past Red Rocks.  This takes you straight through the quaint little downtown of Morrison, CO.  Once you get higher up in Bear Creek Canyon, go past Lair ‘O The Bear Park, also through the aptly named hamlet of Idledale. If you make it as far as Kittredge you’ve overshot by about 4 miles. Turn left across a rickety wooden bridge into the dirt lot at Corwina Park. There are only 9 spaces, so come early.

 

The Alltrails review is here.

I don’t usually take selfies, but….

 

What was I listening to? In honor of Women’s History Month it was Diana Krall’s smooth jazz on the way up, and foot-stomping Dixie Chicks on the way down. The moral of the story? It’s OK to increase your pace on the downhills just so long as you also shorten your stride. But on ice, a lengthened stride is a sure recipe for disaster – even with micro-spikes. How do I know? Don’t ask. Just trust me on this one folks.

Although the trails are well marked, I got turned around on the way down and ended up having to backtrack a bit. I will say this much for “Panorama Point:”  It’s spectacular enough that it doesn’t even need a sign. And once you’re there, everything is all downhill on the way back. One small point of orienteering: Snow fields are found on north-facing slopes, while bare ground is only on south-facing ones. Other than that? You’re on your own.

 

Happy trails, y’all!

 

South-facing: Bare. North-facing: Icy! Panorama Point Trail from Bear Creek. View looking west from Panorama Point.

 

Pun-based

On this the morning after the time change – you DID remember to Spring Forward last night, right? – I figure we could all use a few “groaners” today.  So, without further ado here’s the finest in pun-based humor I could find on the Internet. They all come from a FB place called “Riker’s Beard.” And no, I have no earthly idea why they call it that. Anyone?

 

Pun-based 4 Pun-based 2. Pun-based 3.

Lookalikes

They say that dogs come to resemble their masters over time, and I don’t doubt it – at least based on these pairs of lookalikes.

 

Lookalikes 1. Lookalikes 2.

 

 

But the same can be said for QBs and coaches, as this 1967 shot of Bart Starr / Vince Lombardi clearly shows.

 

Then again, Andie MacDowell and George Clooney bear a striking resemblance to each other too, doncha think? BTW, that’s George on the left, Andie on the right.

Clearly it’s because he’s much better looking than you are, Andie.  HA!

 

Of course, siblings always look similar, sometimes with ill effect.

 

And last but not least… back to dogs again.

 

Gotta love lookalikes Randy and Ralphie singing two-part harmony.

AI Is All The Rage

These days, AI <or “Artificial Intelligence” for those of you who remain among the uninitiated> is all the rage. Everything from investing to urban planning to teaching and homework <see a recent post on the latter topic, here> is now subject to the A.I. mania. And, to top it all off, the current New Yorker has an article called “Can A.I. Treat Mental Illness?” You can read it with a subscription, here. Without a subscription? Hey, you’re still in luck:  Read on, friends…

Those of you who know me know that I cut my teeth educationally and professionally speaking in the mental health field. And after my halcyon days at the UCLA Neuropsychiatric Institute (with a brief intermission at LAX as an airport shuttle driver), I’ve been involved with computers ever since. So, the fact that my bookend interests have converged recently is proof of one of two things: A) If you live long enough, literally everything must converge. Or, B) Folks just don’t need a ride to the airport as much as they used to. But I digress…

 

From the NY’er article:

 

The worlds of psychiatry, therapy, computer science, and consumer technology are converging: Increasingly, we soothe ourselves with our devices, while programmers, psychiatrists, and startup founders design A.I. systems that analyze medical records and therapy sessions in hopes of diagnosing, treating, and even predicting mental illness. In 2021, digital startups that focused on mental health secured more than five billion dollars in venture capital — more than double that for any other medical issue.

 

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The scale of investment reflects the size of the problem. Roughly one in five American adults has a mental illness. An estimated one in twenty has what’s considered a serious mental illness — major depression, bipolar disorder, schizophrenia — that profoundly impairs the ability to live, work, or relate to others. Decades-old drugs such as Prozac and Xanax, once billed as revolutionary antidotes to depression and anxiety, have proved less effective than many had hoped. Care remains fragmented, belated, and inadequate. And the over-all burden of mental illness in the U.S. as measured by years lost to disability, seems to have increased. Suicide rates have fallen around the world since the 1990’s – but in America, they’ve risen by about a third.

 

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If those stats don’t give you pause, then I’m not sure what will. Bottom line, mental health is a very big market and it’s growing – at least here in the good old U.S. of A. And, like with just about everything else these days, A.I. is touted as a potential solution. Whether it’s feasible or effective is, sorry to say, somewhat beside the point. What IS the point? There are big bucks to be made here. And, like it or not, the makers of products like Woebot, Happify, and Replika are cashing in.

The NY’er article is well worth reading even if you don’t suffer from major depression or bipolar disorder. The part I liked best? Some researchers took two of these bots, one of which is named “Eliza” and simulates Rogerian cognitive therapy, and another of which is called “PARRY” and simulates paranoid schizophrenia (this is used for training purposes for med students on psych rotations). Then, they turned the two bots on each other to see what would happen. The end result? Somewhere in the mid-range between utter hilarity and abject horror: You make the call.

 

PARRY: Do you know anything about bookies?

Eliza: What makes you think I know anything about bookies?

PARRY: A bookie didn’t pay me off once.

Eliza: What does that suggest to you?

PARRY: I beat up the bookie who didn’t pay off and then I thought he might use his friends in the underworld to get even with me.

 

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Oooooh-kay then. Here’s hoping you never have occasion to meet up with “PARRY” in real life. Come to think of it, here’s hoping you won’t ever need to speak with “Eliza” either. Some outcomes it’s best just not to contemplate – and this, I think, is one of them. Regardless of whether AI is all the rage or not.

 

AI is all the rage - Freud
And sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

 

Last but not least…

 

Spelling: It isn’t everything.

You Get The Idea Ladies

Detail from Ian Falconer’s “Art Appreciation.” Happy Women’s History Month:  You get the idea, ladies.

 

"Art Appreciation" - you get the idea, ladies.
New Yorker cover from November 23, 1998.

 

Ian Falconer, the author of more than thirty New Yorker covers, died on Tuesday at the age of sixty-three. Full story is here, with many more covers that are well worth the price of admission.

Falconer was a lover of classical drawing and, through his images, helped bring back the facetiousness and irreverence of the magazine’s early days.