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A Question for the Deity

(Submitted by listener Michael Sohns)

Not really a story, but as I’m listening to your theme music, I couldn’t help but think that it sounded familiar. Here’s a link to an old sports program’s theme music that may sound familiar:

Could Mr. Dalton have done a George Harrison?


Below is the response from our good friend Brian Keith Dalton aka Mr. Deity. Also, visit Mr. Deity here.

Hey Wendy!

That’s freaky! Although not that unusual. I think every musician has had this happen to them. My stepson is going to UOP and studying music composition. Last semester, he wrote a piece in which one section was nearly identical to the theme from the movie “Dragon: The Bruce Lee Story.” I picked up on it and played it for him and he was freaked out.

But there are only twelve notes, and music has been around for a very long time. It’s not all that shocking to find something like this. B

P.S.: My Dad was a big boxing fan. I’d be interested in finding out how long that theme played on TV. There’s the possibility that I heard it when I was very young, and subliminally reproduced it. Not likely, but possible. It’s far more likely that I simply wrote something very similar without ever hearing the original.

Thank you, Michael, for the question. And thank you, B, for the answer!

(Submitted by reader Timothy Vizthum)

After high school, I worked at a camp during one summer. While there I met my first girlfriend, though we only dated for a few months. Three years later, I volunteered for a NGO in Israel that worked with Palestinian refugees. Although the NGO usually has 30 or so volunteers, this was 2002 and with the uptick in violence, there were only 3 other volunteers, a Swede, a Swiss woman, and another American. Over the course of the 5 months that we were there I found out that the American woman was not only from the same town as my first girlfriend, but had even graduated from the same high school in the same year.

After coming back home and starting college at UC Santa Barbara, I was in church talking with this friend, who turns out was also from the same town and graduated from the high school, in the same year.

A few years past that I attended my brother’s wedding. As my wife and myself began talking to this other couple, we found out that, she had attending the same high school and graduated the same year. There were only thirty people at this wedding.

The town were my former girlfriend had attended has about 900 students in grades 8-12. The community it is in is a hour or so outside Fresno on the way to Yosemite. What are the odds of meeting up randomly with this many people from the same high school?


Below are the extended notes provided by cognitive psychologist and statistician Barbara Drescher for use in Skepticality Episode 219.  Take a look and leave your comments below. Also, please be sure to listen to the podcast for our own sarcastic and hilarious commentary. Also, visit Barbara’s blog.

The author is talking about the odds of meeting people at any time, which is impossible to quantify since the number of people we encounter depends on our activities, where we live, and a number of other factors.

I would note that most of us would be very surprised by the number of common facts the people we encounter share with each other and ourselves if a full inventory could be had. How many people does the author meet each week or month? And, more importantly, how many people does the author talk to and what do they talk about? There are probably much more interesting coincidences that were never discovered.

(Submitted by Friend of the Blog, Brian Hart)

My wife, Karen Hart, is a professional musician. Today, she met with JoEllen Lapidus to rehearse some Joni Mitchell songs for JoEllen’s upcoming album. JoEllen happens to be the woman who handcrafted all of Joni’s dulcimers back in the day.

Later, Karen and I went for lunch where she continued reading her book about women musicians from the late ’60s and early ’70s. She read aloud a passage about Joni’s birthday, November 7, 1943.

Today’s date? November 7, 2013.

Happy 70th, Joni!

And go round and round and round in the circle game.


[Editor: This is one of those coincidences that puts music in your head for a moment to enjoy. Visit Karen Hart’s website! – Wendy]

(Submitted by friend of the blog, George Hrab, of Geologic Podcast)

Leave it to our good friend George Hrab to send us a music-related coincidence, and one of the nicest ones you’ll ever see.

According to the source article, this Berlin street performer was minding his own business playing “Smalltown Boy” by Bronski Beat when who should walk by? Jimmy Somerville, the group’s lead singer. I’ll let the video (sadly filmed sideways) explain the rest:

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_DWWE3cjgg]

I can only imagine both people were just as thrilled by the moment, but for entirely different reasons.

Kidney compatibility

(Submitted by blog reader David Read)

About 9 months ago, my wife learned that she might need a kidney transplant. For most of her life she has endured reduced kidney function due to several infections suffered while she was a teenager. But in September, she learned that her kidney function (GFR) had dropped to 13 (out of 100). Usually, when someone’s GFR falls below 15, they become a transplant candidate. With this precipitous drop in function (her previous GFR had been in the 30’s), we thought we had only a few weeks before she would need to start dialysis.

We attended several day-long classes in which we learned about  the different types of dialysis and to get an understanding of the transplant process (getting on “the list”, looking for a living donor, awaiting a cadaver donor, etc). We learned that if we waited for a cadaver donor, it could be up to 7 years before she would make it to the top of the list and then would have to wait for a matched donor kidney to become available. Obviously, the solution would be to find a live (and willing) donor. In the class we learned that the best chance of finding a match would be with a sibling. Luckily, my wife has 2 – a brother and a sister.

The process of “matching” is fairly straightforward. First, the donor has to be the same blood type, in this case O. The Rh factor is not important. After the blood type is matched, samples of the donor’s and recipient’s blood are drawn and compared. There are 6 antigens that can determine whether a donated kidney will be accepted or not. A perfect match is when all 6 are compatible.

My wife’s siblings agreed to be tested but neither of them even knew their blood type. Surprisingly, neither did their doctors! My wife and I know our types because we have given blood and the Red Cross lets you know your type. We suggested that her sibs donate a pint of blood to 1) do a good deed and 2) learn their blood type for free. After much hand wringing and delays, we learned that both her sibs had blood type A – neither were a donor candidate.

In the meantime, our daughter determined that she was type O and she and my wife went in together to test for a match. During the matching process, only the donor is given the results. This is to protect the donor from any extra pressure from family members or the recipient. For instance, if after finding that they are a match a donor has a change of heart (no pun intended), they are the only ones who know that they matched in the first place. However, when our daughter received the news that she matched, she was ecstatic and called her mom right away.  She really wanted to be the one who helped her mom through this crisis.  However, there was one more hurtle to be cleared – the ultrasound.

After a match is found, the donor must undergo an ultrasound to determine the health, location and number of kidneys (yes, some people are born with one kidney, and some even with three!). Our daughter’s ultrasound results were devastating – for her. She had kidney stones and therefore could not be a donor. On the positive side, she learned of this issue long before it became a problem and has taken care of it. But, that didn’t help my wife.

However, our son-in-law decided that if his wife couldn’t donate, perhaps he could. After determining that he had the correct blood type , he went in for the compatibility tests. This was quite a decision for him because he has an aversion to seeing his own blood and these compatibility tests require that 6 – 8 vials of blood be drawn. But when the results came back – he was a match also! And the ultrasound found no irregularities. So the question is, what are the odds of BOTH a child AND their spouse being a matched kidney donor for a parent?


Below are the extended notes provided by cognitive psychologist and statistician Barbara Drescher for use in Skepticality Episode 218.  Take a look and leave your comments below. Also, please be sure to listen to the podcast for our own sarcastic and hilarious commentary. Also, visit Barbara’s blog.

First, there is a sticky problem of the probability that any donor will be healthy enough. I could not find a criterion or probability value for that, so I will have to leave it out of any calculation.

Second, the author discussed HLA matching as if it was an all-or-none deal according to several sources, including the LivingKidney Donors Network, it is no longer standard practice to use HLA matching as a factor to determine whether a donor is compatible. As it turns out, an exact match is best, but not necessary. Furthermore, there is little statistical difference in the survival rates among recipients with 5/6 and 0/6 matches, thanks to newer, better anti-rejection drugs (yeah science!).

For that reason, unless there is a perfect match, donor compatibility relies on the result of a number of tests of complex cell interactions to determine whether the recipient’s body will reject the organ.This is important, because the rest of what I will say here makes the prospect of finding a kidney donor look like finding Waldo in Santa’s workshop.

All of that said, the author suggested that both the daughter and son-in-law were perfect HLA matches, so we have enough information to at least estimate the odds, assuming that everyone involved is healthy.

The six antigens which have been identified as important for transplant are inherited from our parents, half from each. This makes a sibling the best possible chance for a perfect match, not a child, but a child is better than a stranger.

A perfect match with an unrelated donor carries odds of one in 100,000, or a probability of .00001. Since the daughter received half of hers from her mother, she is at least a 50% match, doubling the probability that she is a perfect match to .00002.So, the probability that both the daughter AND her husband would be “perfect matches” in terms of HLA compatibility is .00001 times .00002, or .00000000002 (5 million to one).

(Submitted by friend of the blog Spencer Marks)

I was just finishing watching a movie with my son and as the credits were rolling, I got a text from a friend in Seattle. We engaged in a few back-and-forth messages, and to make a point about something, she told me to look up Ken Kesey, a name I had never heard before.

I turned to my laptop which was beside me, looked up Ken Kesey, and quickly found that he was the author of the book, “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.” My jaw almost dropped, as that was the movie I had just finished watching and whose credits were rolling!

My friend in Seattle could not have known that I had been watching that movie as I am in Los Angeles and there had been no conversation about it prior to that. Since the movie was made in 1975, and this story happened in August of 2013, it wasn’t like the movie was fresh on everyone’s minds!


Below are the extended notes provided by cognitive psychologist and statistician Barbara Drescher for use in Skepticality Episode 217.  Take a look and leave your comments below. Also, please be sure to listen to the podcast for our own sarcastic and hilarious commentary. Also, visit Barbara’s blog.

This coincidence is impossible to quantify for several reasons. Depending on how we frame the question, the probability of this occurring depends on the number of films one could have been watching at the time as well as the number of authors the friend could have mentioned.

However, there are things to take note of in this story. One bit that we often fail to consider when something like this happens is that the the author’s friend clearly knows the author well. She suspected that the author would enjoy Ken Kesey’s work and, apparently, she was right! That part is not a coincidence, but the timing surely is.

(Submitted by reader, Kyle Delaney)

Before it was popular, on my 11th birthday I received the first Harry Potter book from my now-dead grandmother who had not read it.

It is on Harry Potter’s 11th birthday that Hagrid bursts his door down to tell him he’s a wizard. My birthday, July 31st, is the same as Harry Potter’s.


[EDITOR:  Sometimes it’s just as much fun to enjoy the coincidence as a fun story. By the way, the contributor sent us this coincidence story on his birthday. In case you don’t know who Harry Potter is, look here.  – Wendy]

 

Fly like a beagle

(Submitted by reader David Buck)

I work in an office tower that’s connected to a shopping mall. Yesterday I was taking a break from work by going to the grocery store and buying a tray of vegetables for a healthy snack. When I arrived at that section of the store, I saw a friend of mine there who I’d known for about 30 years.

“Hi” I said.
“Hey,” he replies, “you have a birthday coming up soon.”
“Yea,” I answer, “but I’ll be out of town that day.”
“I have a scary birthday coming up” he says. “I’m turning 50”.
“Been there, done that,” I say. “It’s not such a big deal. It’s just another day”.
“Well,” he answers. “You know what they say… ‘Time keeps on slippin’ slippin’ slippin’ into the future’. Then it’s something like ‘I want to fly like a beagle to the sea’ – you know bark, bark, splash.”
“I didn’t know beagles could fly” I said.

We both chuckled and I went to the cash to pay for my vegetable tray.  I left the store and walked outside to enter the mall near my office tower and all the time I had that song running through my head.  When I entered the mall again, the music that plays constantly in the mall had just started playing “Time keeps on slippin’ slippin’ slippin’ into the future.” I just shook my head and thought “the odds must be crazy”.


Below are the extended notes provided by Ed Clint for use in Skepticality Episode 216.  Take a look and leave your comments below. Also, please be sure to listen to the podcast for our own sarcastic and hilarious commentary.

The odds might be crazy, or maybe they’re simply stressed and in need of a holiday. Judging by the letters we get, song coincidences are common, or at least more so than other sorts. Consideration of the “raw-ish” odds sheds some light on this. If you picked a song at random, what are the odds of hearing it played by an independent music-player such as a mall? The company Gracenote catalogs music, and lists over 100 million songs. However, that number includes duplicates, international, and independent music. Perhaps more relevant are the libraries of streaming music services because they will only pay to stock music people are likely to want: LastFM houses 12 million, Rdio 18 million, Spotify 20 million, and Pandora offers about a million unique songs. Conservatively, we might say there are 20 million pop songs “in the ether” that people regularly wish to listen to. This number is still far too high for our story. A shopping mall won’t play hits from the ’40s or Gangsta Rap, as much as we might want to hum “Cop Killer” to ourselves when perusing khaki slacks. Those genres are included in every streaming music service, but really a store manager is going to confine musical choices to playlists including only the relatively recent (’90s and forward), songs that charted, and those which are G-rated and inoffensive. Not so coincidentally, these are also the sorts of songs an acquaintance is most likely to cite in public conversation.

That cuts down the number substantially. There are no more than 20,000 songs that could fit that description. What about the other half of the problem, how likely is it an acquaintance would mention *any* song to you on a given day? Unless you’re on the cast of Glee, hard to say. Surely somewhere south of a percentage point make our best-case odds less than 1 in two million, and probably much less than that.

However, it is possible there was very little real coincidence at all. Commercial music services that provide tunage to stores, and even radio stations have a much smaller and more rigid weekly playlist than you might think: 150-200 songs replayed throughout the week. Many (like myself) who have worked in retail can confirm hearing the same songs repeatedly. Since we know the grocer works very close to the mall, it’s not unlikely he had been there recently. Since his own birthday was near, hearing the song would have stuck in his head, consciously or subconscious.

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Edward Clint produces the Skeptic Ink Network and writes about Evolutionary Psychology, critical thinking and more at his blog Incredulous. He is presently an intern at the JREF and a bioanthropology graduate student at UCLA studying evolutionary psychology.

(Submitted by guest contributor Ben Radford)

Though my skepticism didn’t really come until full bloom until I was in college, I was more or less skeptical of many things by high school, including psychics. I was a voracious reader as a kid, and though I hadn’t yet picked up my first skeptical publication I loved books about curiosities, trivia, and little-known facts (or, as I’d later realize, sometimes “facts”).

When I was a junior in high school I took an art class, partly because it was an easy A and partly because I wanted to try my hand at clay and modeling. Students didn’t have individual desks but instead were seated two to a side on stools around large square metal-covered worktables. There was one kid (I forget his name, but we always called him “Drac” because he was blond and had a vaguely vampiric visage) who sat at my table. We were casual acquaintances, and didn’t know much more about each other than our first names (apparently not even that).

However one day out of the blue, in the middle of class while cutting a piece of metal into the shape of a Picassoesque horse, I said to him, “Hey—I’ll bet I know your mom’s middle name.” He looked at me sideways and gave a quick laugh. “Yeah? What is it?” he challenged. Without missing a beat—and while staring him directly in the eyes—I said simply, “It’s Ann.”

His laugh stopped, his face grew slack, and the blood drained from his face. His eyes grew wide, and then narrowed. “How did you know that?” he demanded. I just gave a brief mysterious smile and went back to working on my horse. “How did you know that?” he asked again. I just ignored him.

I don’t know if he thought I was psychic, or I had investigated his family, or what, but the next week he moved to a different table, avoided me in the halls, and never spoke to me again.

Of course, I didn’t know his mother’s middle name; I had read that the most common women’s middle name was Ann. I played the odds, acted confident and authoritative about my knowledge, and passed myself off as knowing something I didn’t. That experience still serves me 25 years later as I observe psychics doing hot and cold readings, and informs my investigations into the psychology of psychic experiences. It made quite an impression on him, and I wonder if, to this day, he tells the story to others, offering it as his personal experience with real, unexplainable psychic powers.

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Ben Radford

Ben Radford

Benjamin Radford is a scientific paranormal investigator, a research fellow at the Committee for Skeptical Inquiry, deputy editor of the Skeptical Inquirer, and author or co-author of six books and over a thousand articles on skepticism, critical thinking, and science literacy. His newest book is The Martians Have Landed: A History of Media Panics and Hoaxes. Radford is also a columnist for Discovery News and LiveScience.com.

(Submitted by reader Andrew Law)

To start with, I live in New Zealand which is important to know for this story.

When I was 11 years old my family and our good friends who lived a couple of houses down the street, took a once in a lifetime trip to Disneyland in LA. We took a week off school to do this.

We were all having a ball in Disneyland as to be expected, when it was time to have some lunch outside of the park; so we jumped on the mono-rail.

After sitting down I looked up and sitting on the seat opposite was the teacher from the class next to mine back in NZ, and who also happened to be the teacher of the friend that was with me! As you can imagine he asked my friend why he wasn’t in school.


Below are the extended notes provided by Barbara Drescher for use in Skepticality Episode 215.  Take a look and leave your comments below. Also, please be sure to listen to the podcast for our own sarcastic and hilarious commentary.

It seems that we all have an amazing travel story like this one. On the one hand, it is possible that all of the parties were prompted to consider visiting Disneyland by the same advertisements or because someone else in their town visited and that may increase the probability of such an occurrence by a great deal. The distance between New Zealand and Los Angeles increases the shock of such an event as well. On the other hand, the odds are still pretty astronomical that they would visit the same immensely crowded place at the same time and enter the monorail in the same place at the same time. I am always amazed by these stories and I often wonder how many times I passed by someone I know while far from home and just didn’t see them.  As with other travel stories like this, I can only say that it would be unusual if we did not experience many low-probability events in our lifetime.

On a less serious note, is anyone else wondering why the teacher wasn’t in school?


Barbara Drescher is a cognitive psychologist and statistician. Visit her blog ICBSEverywhere.  As a lecturer at California State University, Northridge,  Barbara primarily taught courses in quantitative/experimental research methods and topics in cognitive psychology. She currently serves as educational programs consultant for the James Randi Educational Foundation.