Comments on: Odds-Defying Babies With Numerical Superpowers!

By: eastnorfirestarter

eastnorfirestarter — Fri, 09 Jan 2015 22:55:48 +0000

It’s harmless married people conversation chatter. “Everyone is telling us we should…”
It worsens with the additional consideration of stimulants, mood enhancers, and libido.
(Perhaps three aspects of Paul Frampton’s behavior we take leave to explore for later).

By: eastnorfirestarter

eastnorfirestarter — Tue, 06 Jan 2015 05:41:26 +0000

Not a continuing fan of Facebook (as they asked for my phone number to continue with them), the impulse to further read your future entries in Skeptics (with the extra of commenting back as well), brought down the odds that I would be at this site eventually (though it be not in Solstice, nor the clever, 1:15 1/5/15),…still, miraculous.
The ego bolstered by such searches for “hedging of edge”, the monumental piling of exact lasting monoliths overwhelmingly timed and spaced…The Liver Building in Liverpool was the first of the large structures in England, the largest in Europe at the time, built in the latest reinforced concrete. It’s clocks (on female side of building–25 feet dia.– still the largest in the land), started on the exact moment King George V was crowned…these weighted stations give solidity in an otherwise seemingly Brownian living condition?

By: Bob Bramel

Bob Bramel — Thu, 18 Dec 2014 17:28:13 +0000

I like your insight into the baby birthday. It is one thing for the show producers to have fluffy little human interest stories, but they seem intent on making complete soup out of the human intellect. The story is just as interesting without mentioning probabilities at all, or mentioning any of your statistically interesting observations.

Also, I enjoyed your Monty Hall piece and had to agree with one commenter who lamented not being able to grasp the answer. Some people, for whatever reason, cannot gain needed understanding. More than a decade ago I presented a colleague, a masters level engineer, with a variant — He picked a number from one to ten, told me the number and agreed that there was a one in ten chance that he had picked the number I’d previously written down. I then eliminated, slowly and with some drama, the other 8 numbers and wasn’t too surprised when he thought his odds were now 50/50. No amount of discussion persuaded him that his odds were still one in ten, so we set up a fast way to try this about 50 times. In the end, although his wins were essentially 1 in ten, he was convinced that the results were just a statistical fluke and that with more attempts it would return to 50/50. I don’t think he ever changed. (He also was convinced that a long series of “black” on the roulette wheel made “red” an ever increasing certainty.)