Monday, May 28, 2012

Looking Back on the Fed's Policy Results


Was the Fed's monetary policy effective or not under Bernanke?  It's time to assess "Quantitative Easing" (QE1 and QE2) and its effect on the U.S. economy. The original purpose of QE was ostensibly to re-capitalize the banks, stimulate the money supply and get banks to loan more money. What did it actually do?


1. Did the banks' balance sheet improve? Yes. Check.

2. Did we avert a worse financial crisis? Possibly, at least temporarily. The problem, of course, is we can't really know what would have happened without QE, or to what extent some alternative approach would have been better.

3. Did banks make more loans? No. If anything, fewer loans were made, especally to consumers. A dismal failure in this respect.

4. Did the banks invest the $1.6 trillion (that constituted QE1 and QE2) in a way that benefited their own interests? Yes. Much of the money went toward improving their balance sheet. The rest was invested U.S. treasuries, and perhaps some in speculative and overseas investments. The interest on the treasuries are both "risk free" and pay a non-zero interest rate, which means the banks are getting a free stream of money from Uncle Sam--at our expense.

5. Was there also a benefit to the American people? Hardly. A boost to the stock market was only temporary, as expected. The public mood is still negative. Our national debt has mushroomed even further. There was no increase in lending for homes or businesses.

6. Was QE a fair proposition? No. Not only do the banks now have a stream of free, reliable income from the Treasuries they bought, QE1 and QE2 also brought interest rates down so low that responsible savers are being penalized at the expense of those who created the crisis in the first place. Not to mention, we essentially paid the big banks cash for their near-worthless loan portfolios. In effect, instead of shutting them down or splitting them up, we rewarded the biggest bank offenders for their irresponsible behavior. A bad precedent.

7. Was the goal of creating modest inflation achieved? No. Instead, we have stagflation, which is the worst of both worlds; i.e., rising prices for things we have to buy, lowering values for things we have loans against or could use as collateral to borrow against, and wage deflation, and low interest rates on our savings. We've pumped money into the pockets of wealthy bankers, who are, by definition, the most likely people to hoard their money and the least likely to stimulate the economy and promote inflation by spending money on useful products.

8. In conjunction with QE1 and QE2, did we punish the biggest offenders who caused the financial crisis? Nope. Did we at least restrain banks from rewarding their failed managers and executives with obscene bonuses when we recapitalized them? Nope. While laying off thousands of employees (due to little real, legitimate banking activity), banks set aside 8% more for bonuses in 2011, and bonuses are expected to go up another 5-15% in 2012.

9. Did QE save any jobs? Perhaps a few. But I would limit this to the money given to companies like GE, that had productive, non-financial arms that actually produced useful product rather than just "clever" investment strategies that sucked money out of some people's pockets and deposited into other people's pockets.  (Also, the government bailed out GM, effectively preventing a meltdown of the entire U.S. auto industry, but that action was not part of QE.)


10. Is QE still seen as legitimate, and not a disguised form of money printing?

One might ask, why did the Fed administer QE1 and QE2 instead of just "printing" money and giving it to the banks--or better yet, using it to reduce the debt? The reason is that "printing money" is what poorer developing countries do to make up their revenue shortfall each year. It's transparent devaluation of the currency, and it typically alarms the countries who are buying such debt, and greatly reduces its desirability, thus forcing such countries to greatly increase their interest payments.  This kind of drastic inflationary spiral could be disastrous for the U.S. economy.


But secretly, our government may believe that "printing money" with the stroke of a computer key is the easiest way to avoid increasing our debt without raising taxes or cutting spending; i.e., to inflate our way out of debt by diluting our currency.  However, if our creditors (both domestic and international) saw this happening and stopped buying our debt, we would suddenly have to cover more of our $1.1 trillion budget shortfall (for 2012) ourselves via the "printed" money. This, in turn, would spook investors even more, who would drive down the value of U.S. debt treasuries and require the U.S. government to pay more interest on new issues. Millions of holders of government bonds would be wiped out, possibly overnight, as nearly $16 trillion in U.S. public debt instruments would lose substantial value. (This debt represents $139,000 for each U.S. taxpayer, or about 20% of the current value of the total assets of the American people and government.) Even a 20% drop in the value of U.S. treasuries would wreak havoc on the world's financial systems. The Fed probably sees this as a kind of rapid downward spiral or "armageddon" that they want to avoid, much like what has been happening in Greece--except in this case, it would have a truly profound negative effect on the entire planet.

So, to reiterate, the Fed is NOT EXACTLY printing money--this would upset the applecart with respect to how our credit is perceived in the world, and could cause rampant inflation, collapse in the value of U.S. debt, and subsequent currency collapse, with worldwide ramifications.

However, the definition of "printing money" presents a very fine line, and QE1 and QE2 are about as close as you can get to it while still saying that you are not actually "printing money". The only reason we don't call it "printing money" is that (1) It is ostensibly used for monetary policy, implying that the Fed will sell the bonds they purchased at a later time; (2) QE is only used as a temporary, not ongoing, measure. This sounds an awful lot like a desperate and guilty counterfeiter telling himself "I will only just print $1000 more in my basement, and
 I won't print any more money after this.  Later when I'm back on my feet, I'll assuage my guilt by burning $1000 (in $100 bills) of my accumulated savings at that time.  So I'm not really printing money, I'm just giving myself a temporary, zero-interest loan." 

Fat chance.  If, in reality, QE is ongoing and/or if the Fed does not sell its purchased bonds later, then skeptics are completely correct is characterizing QE as "printing money". The one salient difference is that, instead of using the proceeds to pay down our U.S. debt, the Fed is giving the proceeds to the biggest banks.

Bottom line: QE benefited the big banks and no one else, while diluting the value of our currency in the same way as directly "printing money" would have.

So why don't we already have rampant currency devaluation? It's all perception. Greece was going along fine for years...until suddenly it wasn't. Enron was going like gangbusters...until suddenly it wasn't. Madoff's giant ponzi scheme was doing quite nicely for many years...until suddenly it wasn't. All it takes is one major investor or country to ring the alarm bell by stating that it no longer intends to invest in U.S. debt--protesting that the U.S. is simply "printing money" in the guise of monetary policy--and suddenly there's a chain reaction where everyone panics and U.S. credit implodes. Positive perception can prop up a rotten edifice for a long time before it suddenly goes negative and the edifice likewise suddenly implodes. Psychology and emotions seem to rule over logic and mathematics, even in--or especially in--matters of financial credit.

Okay, this is probably as close to alarmist talk as I want to get. I still strongly believe in America's future and I still think we may be able to avoid or work through such a crisis, if only because so many other voices are preaching financial armageddon. Many U.S. companies are doing quite well. Also, our own problems are shared by many other countries, and so are not unique.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Interesting Debt Facts



HOW MANY OF THESE QUESTIONS CAN YOU ANSWER CORRECTLY?
(Some of the answers may surprise you.)


1.  Can you name the largest foreign holder of U.S. debt?

2.  Which country has the best (most positive) net international investment position (NIIP); i.e., domestically held assets minus foreign held assets?

3.  Which country has the worst (most negative) NIIP and is correspondingly the world's largest debtor nation? 

4.  Which large country has the highest debt-to-GDP ratio (even higher than debt-ridden Portugal)?

5.  Which country has the strongest, most trusted currency?

6.  What percentage of  U.S. debt is held by foreigners? (Can you get within 10%?)


7.  What percentage of Americans end up owing no federal income tax? (Can you get within 10%?)

8.  During the administration of which president was a "deficit reduction" bill proposed that would reduce spending by $255 billion and would also raise taxes on the wealthiest 1.2% of Americans?


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ANSWERS

1.  China, followed by Japan and Germany.  China uses its trade surplus--as well as massive amounts of newly "printed" Chinese money converted to dollars--to buy up hard assets around the world, since, like many people, they believe the dollar will eventually implode.
   Recently, the U.S. gave China special privileges to bypass Wall Street when buying U.S. government debt, allowing them to conceal their bidding habits and thus get a better price.  China is the only buyer that the U.S. is willing to protect from Wall Street's speculative bidding practices.  This says something about our dependence on China to keep supporting our debt habit!

2.  Japan, followed by China and Germany.

3.  U.S.    Only a few decades ago, the U.S. was the world's largest creditor nation.

4.  China.  (!!)  China is "printing" massive amounts of money themselves, purposely devaluing their currency to maintain their wage and export advantages.  Local governments are also borrowing lots of money to fund massive (and sometimes questionable) infrastructure and housing developments.  The "official" Chinese figure for the amount of Chinese debt is, of course, far lower than the U.S. estimate that this answer is based on.

5.  U.S. (But perhaps its "reserve currency" status may not last for too much longer).  The reasoning probably goes like this:  Nearly everybody else seems to feel comfortable holding U.S. dollars, and so it's also easy to conduct international business using U.S. dollars.  So I won't panic unless I see someone else pulling out of dollars...after all, Europe is no better off.

6.  About 50%.  Some people suspect the Fed wants to "inflate our way out of debt".  However, this is not possible as long as we keep taking more of our money and giving it away to foreigners via a trade imbalance.


7.  46%.  If the Bush tax cuts are allowed to expire next year, this could drop to 36%.

8.  Bill Clinton.  This bill passed  by only two votes, with every Republican in both houses voting against it.  The result?  By the end of Clinton's presidency, the economy would boast the longest economic expansion in history; the lowest unemployment rate since the early 1970s; and the lowest poverty rates for single mothers, black Americans, and the aged.  Not to mention a 14% decline in the national debt/GDP ratio.




Thursday, May 10, 2012

Shocking!!! Can you believe it??!!

Warning:  If you are gullible, please refrain from reading this post.


Ain't it just amazing what you can learn from the internet?  For instance, I learned that the earth doesn't revolve around the sun, it's hollow and has a hole at its South Pole, and it's not rotating, spinning or even moving!

Incidentally, did you know there's an alien civilization on the moon?  NASA had a secret shuttle mission to bomb the South Pole on the moon because there was a big trap door there.  In fact, the reason NASA has never returned to the moon is because of the alien spaceships that were documented on video footage.

Did you know that Bush orchestrated 911?  And now Obama and the Israelis are planning to start a thermonuclear war in which we will all die.  But the immediate problem is those RFID microchips that they're going to implant into everybody (according to the new healthcare law) by March 23, 2013--unless we can prevent Obama from getting re-elected.  Food stamp recipients will be required to get this implant.  The RFID implant is clearly the mark of the beast.

Somebody now has a car that runs on water only.  This will solve all our energy problems.




Most of us are intelligent and informed enough to reject the above assumptions.  But what about stuff like the following?  Can you sort the truth from fiction?

1.  Does oil (petroleum) actually come from abiotic processes rather than organic residues from tiny sea based organisms?

2.  Did Dick Cheney secretly sell biological, chemical and conventional weapons to Saddam in the early 80's, contrary to his denial in this interview?  Also, did he, Bush and Cheney honestly believe there were WMD as he asserted?

3.  Were these scientific experiments actually performed and the results described accurately or not?

4.  What is Donald Trump's true net worth?  $7 billion, as he claims?  $2.9 billion, as Forbes estimates? Or Less than $1 billion, as Lawrence O'Donnell estimates?

5.  Are derivatives "a nightmare", "a ticking time bomb" or "weapons of mass financial destruction" as Warren Buffet has suggested, or is the idea that derivatives are dangerous and unnecessary based on myth, as asserted by the Cato Institute?

6.  Is global warming as the result of man's activities a made up myth, as claimed by this analysis?


Okay, before you scroll down, you've already figured out what above is true and what is false, right?





















HEY!!  Did you come to your own conclusions before you read this?  Chances are, you don't even know who I am, so are you really willing to consider me an "expert" and just accept my answers?  See, that's the problem with the internet!......and with all of us!!!

1.  The conventional explanation is true, based on the expert opinion of a vast majority of U.S. scientists, who cite proof for an organic origin.  The Russian oil industry has historically followed the abiotic explanation, though--partly because it is their science, and for political reasons.  The abiotic explanation continues to be politically charged, perhaps more so than ever before.

2.   Yes he did sell the stuff, and no, he didn't honestly believe WMD existed, according to this and this account, as well as this account regarding the WMD, not to mention other instances of his lying, such as this and this and this.  But if you want to be sure, you can find a wealth of additional information on these subjects.  Of course, you may end up just believing whoever you want to believe.

3.  Probably not true--or the explanation is grossly distorted, based mainly on the fact that the original source cannot even be found, much less any corroborating evidence.  Junk science.  Something does not necessarily become true just because you can't prove it's false, or because it sounds nice; however, some people will still believe it because it fits nicely into a sort of "new age" explanation of things. Note how these experimental "results" have propagated all over the web, yet almost nobody has even attempted to verify them.  Surprisingly, even Snopes.com is silent on this one...so far.

4.  You make the call, but I'm guessing it's the lowest estimate of the three.

5.  Here's an opposite opinion.  One would have had to objectively review a vast amount of research to be qualified to hold a credible opinion on this.  However, the vast majority of scientific experts from around the world do agree that global warming is largely attributable to the actions of humans who triggered it.  This does not mean they're right, it just means they are statistically likely to be right.  But that won't even begin to convince many people.

6.  Here are some facts about derivatives that might help you make up your own mind:
    a)  The top five dealer banks hold 93% of total derivative notional value, of which 86% of holdings are interest rate contracts.  Such derivatives have performed unpredictably in the past, such as during the market disruption that followed LTCM's collapse or Russia's debt default--with corresponding losses that invalidated the hedging strategies of its holders.
    b)  A properly capitalized bank making responsible loans within its own country theoretically has very little use for them, and the majority of banks do not use derivatives.  Today, only four large U.S. banks hold 96% of all U.S. derivative contracts, meaning those banks' overall risk levels are extremely difficult to measure.
    c)  A typical, mean estimate of derivative leverage is 20:1.  $600 trillion in derivatives sits atop a few trillion in bona fide mortgage debt.  For a point of reference, world GDP is "only" $65 trillion.  Derivatives represent the largest asset bubble in history.
    d)  Recently, JPM (the biggest derivative holder in the world) lost $2 billion (a week later it was estimated at between $6 and $7 billion) in some derivatives.  JPM admits they did not fully understand these derivatives nor could they explain how the loss occurred--and these represent only a tiny fraction of their total derivative holdings.  This article asserts that this is an example that proves JPM is using derivatives for speculation rather than hedging--running the world's largest gambling operation in financial derivatives.  JPM's Jamie Diamond and some of his cronies have so far been successful at preventing any meaningful derivatives regulation as part of Frank-Dodd.


When confronted with a subject about which we personally don't have enough facts, information, or understanding, our opinions and beliefs tend to become merely a reflection of our own worldview or our own financial interest.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

All About Mitt Romney

Mitt Romney is one of the smarter Republican candidates, You may have already seen his own campaign speeches, but what do other people say about him?  Lets find out.  For the sake of objectivity, half of my sources are Republican and half are Democrat.

Does Mitt Romney stand for what you believe in?  You decide.


MITT’S EXPERIENCE AT BAIN CAPITAL:

Newt Gingrich political super pac’s view of Mitt Romney’s experience at Bain capital  here (and one particular experience here)

A simple explanation (by Robert Reich, author of  Aftershock) on how private equity firms like Bain Capital work:  here


MITT’S INTEGRITY (OR LACK THEREOF):

Ron Paul political super pac’s View of Mitt Romney’s changing positions here

Obama's political super pac Ads on Mitt:  here and here and here and here


MITT’S RELIGION:

Christians ostensibly believe a person should be judged by their actions; i.e., “by their fruit you shall know them.”  A person’s claimed religion should normally be off-limits, except for the fact that for many Republicans, religion (not character, ethics, honesty, qualifications or experience) has become the litmus test of a presidential candidate.  Therefore, I believe they should know about the claimed religion of the person they will be voting for, especially if this is their sole criteria.

Joseph Smith and the religion he created was clearly shown to be a fraud, and this is hardly a secret—it was once pointed out to me that even before the internet, this information could be found in any good library.  This is relevant to Mitt’s Romney’s credibility and how he would be viewed by the rest of the world—who all have access to information on the internet such as that regarding the the book of Morman, the Kinderhook Plates, the Egyptian hieroglyphs “interpreted” by Joseph Smith, the circumstances of his death, the striking similarity of the Morman endowment ceremony to the pagan Freemasonry rituals, concept of Mormons one day inheriting planets and spirit children, etc., etc.  And we haven't even mentioned Brigham Young and his ordering of the Mountain Meadows Massacre--that's another story.

L Ron Hubbard is probably the closest 20th century comparison to Joseph Smith -- he was also a charismatic speaker, a fraud, a pathological liar, and a bigamist who spouted gibberish and engaged in criminal mischief and whose "religion" is still being followed to this day (with help from Tom Cruise) despite the wealth of unflattering information about him that contradicts the official "Scientology" version of his biography.



Saturday, May 5, 2012

Meditate


Looking for a new way to understand consciousness? Meditate on it.
Anonymous 5/2012
Scientist. Biologist. Buddhist. Philosopher. Neuroscientist. Francisco Varela embodied the seemingly opposing elements that he wove together for his final work. Even as he lay dying in a French Hospital, his groundbreaking work on consciousness was being presented in a meeting between some of the world’s leading neuroscientists and the Dalai Lama. His ideas of combining first person data with more empirical data from traditional Neurology, self-titled neurophenomenology, helped begin a revolution in the way consciousness was approached.  This fusion of traditional western and eastern ideas of investigation sparked a lasting relationship between religion and science.
Traditionally, researchers approach consciousness studies with advanced scientific techniques and instrumentation, but a central difficulty in understanding remains. Scientists cannot “get inside your head” either literally or physically to see how introspective consciousness occurs. Introspective consciousness is simply thinking without external stimuli, although it may be triggered by stimuli.
For example, if right now you’re thinking that this article is nonsense, you’re introspectively conscious because you aren’t hearing or seeing those words but producing them in your mind. But only you know what you’re thinking, and often communicating or even understanding our own thought processes leads to us becoming lost in our thoughts. This deficit in reliable data creates the need for a better tool to collect first person information, a tool that can be found through meditation. This ancient practice can be used to complement the techniques that have been used to study consciousness for years.

History of the Study of Consciousness
In the western world, the field of consciousness studies is very young. Even though psychologists have long tried to understand aspects of consciousness, the paradox of understanding our own understanding was dismissed as unknowable. This is due in part to the limitations in data. First person accounts, popular in the early days of psychology, were dismissed as inaccurate.  Scientists turned to behavior to explain how the mind worked but this provided a limited understanding.
By the 1970s, the cognitive revolution had supplanted behaviorism. New techniques and technologies grew as scientists began to use physical data from the brain to examine thought. Even then, understanding of consciousness stalled. The data collected could tell to some extent what was happening in the brain, but that didn’t answer the question of what was happening inside the mind. To help answer that question, some scientist have begun to turn to Buddhists, who have been studying the mind for thousands of years.
Buddhism is a non-theistic religion- meaning that there is no deity. Rather than the Western scientific perspective that knowledge should be observer independent, Buddhism seeks to understand the self. Perhaps the most significant aspect of Buddhism for consciousness studies is the metal discipline practiced through meditation. Meditation is not simply breathing and sitting cross-legged; it is a type of mental training that changes thinking. Dr. Alfred Kasniak, a psychologist at the University of Arizona and Zen master, says that meditation is about “day to day discipline”. It is this very discipline that makes it a viable tool for consciousness research.
Research into Meditation and Consciousness
Conscious processes are complex and variable when analyzed through the lenses of imaging and other scientific techniques. The idea behind neurophenomenology is that first person data can be used so that for different processes there will be both a physical signature and a description of the thought process that can be used to synthesize a more complete picture of how the brain works. It’s like a picture book, where the first person data is the words that tell the researcher what is going on in the mind. Scientific imaging technique provides the pictures to go along with the description. This allows the pictures to be interpreted through the words and together a story emerges.
In order to collect first-person data that is reliable and repeatable, subjects have to be used who are trained in examining and focusing their own thoughts. Buddhists who are experts in meditation have refined their awareness of their own attention and thought processes. The goal of many Buddhist techniques is to develop attentional and vividness. Think of a telescope. If the mind is the instrument that is being used to examine itself, the development of attention stability plants the telescope on a firm base while vividness polishes the lenses. This creates an image that is both clear and focused. 
Researchers studying consciousness use two main kinds of meditation. Focused attention meditation is where complete focus is given to an object, thought, or emotion. Eventually, a practitioner can both maintain focus for a much longer time than a non-practitioner and realize when and how distractions are affecting her focus. This can take many years to master. Try to focus on an object, let’s say a drinking glass or pencil, for as long as you can. Two or three seconds later, you’re probably thinking about something else no matter how hard you try to focus. This is because the typical person can only maintain complete focus for a few seconds.
In the second type of meditation — opening monitoring — you focus on nothing and just take in what is going on around you. Like focused-attention, this is considerably more difficult than it sounds. It is the difficulty of these tasks that separates them from normal everyday thought process. Buddhists have spent thousands of years seeking to understand the self, and their techniques can take years to master.
The idea of neurophenomenology and the use of Buddhism as a tool within this new methodology is not simply theory. Even though it is a recent idea, studies have already come out supporting different aspects of the idea. In a study by Heleen Slaughter and colleagues at the University of Washington, those who had been through the meditation training showed reduced variability and increased attention stability as indicated both through their performance of a task and through a measurement of their brain waves with EEGs. It can be inferred that Buddhists who have spent years meditating would have similar or better results. 
A study done by Francisco Varela and his colleagues at Institut Pasteur indicated that clustering subjects by first-person reports created clearer patterns of neural behavior and reduced the need to average results. Typically in studies with human subjects, there is a high level of variability in the data received through techniques such as MRIs and EEGs. This need for averaging reduces the precision of the data. Due to the reduced variability that comes with clustering by described experiences, using first-person data actually made the experiment more accurate. This experiment shows the promise of neurophenomenology as a practical way to study consciousness.

Buddhism and Emotion
            One of the more studied relationships between Buddhism and consciousness is that of emotions and qualia. Well beyond being a great word for Scrabble, qualia is used to describe the indescribable. It refers to the uniqueness of experience. Just look at something familiar; let’s say the back of your hand.  Without knowing it, you’ve already experienced qualia. The experience is unique, not because someone else can’t also see your hand but because you have unconsciously or consciously connected your hand with a quality or feeling. Maybe seeing your hand makes you feel good because it is strong or attractive. Maybe you feel ashamed because you still bite your nails. The quality doesn’t matter. It just matters that the quality is unique and thus is qualia.
Buddhists can better observe and record qualia because of their emphasis on being self-aware of all their emotions and their lack of “I” in understanding the world. Expert practitioners have been shown to respond to emotions differently than non-practitioners, with a greater degree of control and understanding. The research done has brought up more questions than answers, but the answers to these questions could change our understanding of how the mind works and what it is capable of.
For Francisco Varela, these ideas were primarily theoretical, based off a few small studies and an extensive personal knowledge of the connection between Eastern and Western philosophy. He was a pioneer, one of the first to see a potential for fusion, or as he described it “a gentle bridge”. When explaining his vision for neurophenomenology, he said, “Science and experience constrain and modify each other as in a dance. This is where the potential for transformation lies.”  This potential continues to be explored in the years after his death as others take up his vision.
Controversy and Limitations
The incorporation of Eastern techniques for understanding consciousness with Western scientific techniques has met with controversy.  For many scientists, first person data is still too subjective to qualify as science. Varela said, “It requires us to leave behind a certain image of how science is done, and to question a style of training in science which is part of the very fabric of our cultural identity.” In order to effectively study consciousness, scientist must open their own minds to ideas that they may not fully understand from their Western philosophical standpoint. When studying a phenomenon that does not give clear physical data, a strictly western standpoint has long since proven ineffective.
There are also questions raised about the religious beliefs associated with the practice of meditation and how they are affecting research. It seems to go against the orthodoxy of science. Any research that has a basis in religion immediately sparks questions of bias and scientific validity. In general, there’s a perceived schism between religion and science. One is based in facts, and one is based on faith. However, because Buddhism does not qualify in many ways as a religion, most of these objections are superfluous.
One solution would seem to be to separate the practice of mediation from the practice of Buddhism. However, the enormous dedication and possible trait changes that comes about as part of meditating seriously for a long period of time are difficult to replicate without the dedication that comes with religion. Even those who began mediation for reasons other than religious reasons often stay because of the religious aspect. To some extent, the philosophy of Buddhism may provide its own insights into consciousness. When questioned about the Buddhist idea that there is no self, Varela said, “…there is no gap at all between the insights reached through meditation and the research results of cognitive science. Both arrive at the identical conclusion that an independent self cannot be detected and that the search for it inevitably leads us astray.”
Eleven years have passed since Francisco Varela’s death. The bridge that he built between science and Buddhism is rapidly becoming a path, leading in new directions for consciousness studies and branching off to create new paths. By fusing seemingly disconnected elements, he revolutionized the study of consciousness. And from his beginning, other scientists influenced by his ideas are discovering new information about the brain that can potentially change the way we think about how we think.
Sources: Varela, F. J., Thompson, E., & Rosch, E. (1991). The embodied mind: Cognitive science and human experience. Cambridge, Mass: MIT Press.
Blackmore, S. J. (2006). Conversations on consciousness: What the best minds think about the brain, free will, and what it means to be human. Oxford: Oxford University Press.
Slagter, H. A., Lutz, A., Greischar, L. L., Davidson, R. J., & Nieuwenhuis, S. (August 01, 2009). Theta phase synchrony and conscious target perception: Impact of intensive mental training. Journal of Cognitive Neuroscience, 21, 8, 1536-1549.
Lutz, A., Lachaux, J.-P., Martinerie, J., & Varela, F. J. (February 05, 2002). Guiding the Study of Brain Dynamics by Using First-Person Data: Synchrony Patterns Correlate with Ongoing Conscious States during a Simple Visual Task. Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States of America, 99, 3, 1586-1591.





Monday, April 30, 2012

Empathy -- Interesting Links


Empathy:  “Identification with and understanding of another's situation, feelings, and motives

Empathy is an interesting subject.  It has profound biological underpinnings, as explained here and here.  Serial killers have genetic and brain-map characteristics consistent with low empathy.  So do people with autism, as well as some high-level business executives.  Interestingly, a lower-than-average level of empathy tends to make some business leaders appear (ironically) more like charismatic leaders who can make difficult decisions, and it also allows them to manipulate and deceive others more easily.  (No testing has been done on politicians…yet.)  Typical traits of "leaders" with low empathy are narcissim, Machiavellian-ism, and sycophant-ism.

For more on the various biological underpinnings of empathy, you can research such topics as mirror neuronsvon Economo neuron (VEN) (also called "spindle neurons"), amygdala, insula and the orbito-frontal cortex.  While many documented aspects of empathy are related our brain's architecture, its very plasticity implies that assuming we have no profound brain abnormalities, we are nevertheless still responsible, ultimately, for our own empathy or lack thereof.

Tragically, a person’s level of empathy can be greatly reduced if, while very young, he/she is subjected to emotional and/or physical and/or sexual abuse or even just a profound lack of nurturing, such as is often experienced in Russian orphanages.  As a result, the young child, while biologically “normal”, can develop psychotic personality traits; i.e., a lack of conscience, violence towards others, and an inability to bond with others.  This is often labeled “reactive attachment disorder.”  Fortunately, it is often treatable, at least to a large extent.

While empathy itself seems to be built into us from a biological standpoint, the boundaries of our empathy are strongly influenced by social, religious and cultural considerations.  We tend to think of those outside our “boundaries” as our presumed enemies, as barbarians, as less than human, or even as mere unemotional “statistics” for which we have no interest. An interesting TED talk seeks to turn this on its head, for those with geopolitical boundaries on their empathy.  Another TED talk attempts to expand the racial boundaries to our empathy.

Even linguistic considerations can affect our empathetic boundaries, examples being relatively vague, technical-sounding doublespeak like "collateral damage", "enhanced interrogation" or "creative destruction".

The general size of peoples’ empathetical boundaries has tended to increase over historical time, from a person’s own immediate family toward the whole human family.  What actually has caused this?  It’s easy to identify the most profound influence; i.e., Jesus’ parable of the Good Samaritan, the Christian legacy of which in turn inspired social reforms, anti-slavery movements, pacifism, non-violence and the concept of the brotherhood of man.  Some Eastern religions, philosophies and traditions also clearly had some influence as well.  However, even today we unfortunately put boundaries on our empathy towards others.

Another factor that can affect our empathy is simply our lack of attention.  If we don't stop and look at something, our empathetic tendencies don't even have a chance to engage.  And when we are used to walking around in an overcrowded city, our mind wants to defend itself against over stimulation by our senses.  We tend to do this by blocking out other people, looking right through them, or avoiding even looking in their direction.  After all "we have places to go, things to do, people to see."  However, the very act of continually putting ourselves in such a position that we are never prepared or have time/energy to "get involved" reflects in itself a kind of inexcusable selfishness.

And then there are those political boundaries that divide and polarize us, even within our own country.  The Spanish civil war (1936-39) was extremely brutal and it’s origin can be traced to hatred between the poor landless socialists, Marxists and the Monarchists (whose vast personal wealth was threatened), as well as the various Fascists, Anarchists and Separatists—who all were political factions with their own agenda, and who did everything they could to undermine each other as well as the middle-of-the-road, fledgling democratic government.  What ultimately resulted after this brutal war was a 39 yr authoritarian dictatorship under Francisco Franco, who was convinced that Spain could not be governed by a democracy.  All because they couldn't (or wouldn't) reach across to each other and find common ground.

Perhaps this is an apt history lesson for the struggling democracies of countries like Egypt and Libya—not to mention the U.S. (and the European Union, as epitomized by this video, and Greece in particular as epitomized by this video).  Today in the U.S., we have similar factions—including numerous single-issue Republicans, i.e., anti-government rednecks, gun activists, Fascists, Bible-thumpers, racists, anti-gay rights activists, anti-abortionists, $2/gal oil activists, anti-environmentalists, Libertarians (Ron Paulers), Middle-of-the-roaders (a lot of Democrats and a few Republicans), a smaller number of single-issue activists on the left, and passionate activists on both sides of the issues of Medical reform as well as illegal immigration.  Unless we are able to reach across the aisle, understand the concerns and fears of our political opponents, and strive for middle ground and compromise, we’re likewise going to look more and more like Spain in 1936.  In other words, cool down the rhetoric.  Empathize.  You might like this serious message from a (normally) very funny guy.


Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Childhood Recollections


Here are a few selections from my parents’ surprise 50th anniversary scrapbook that I happened to have electronic copies of.  I discovered these as I was cleaning stuff off my old computer (prior to scrapping it).  My parents just celebrated their 57th wedding anniversary a few days ago.  How time flies!  Names (and in some cases, places) have been changed for the sake of privacy.


Trees (Ari) 


This little ditty on “Trees” was written for the occasion of my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary.

My earliest, dim recollection of existence as a child is of sitting outside on the soft green grass, in the shade of a sycamore tree. I’ve always loved trees, perhaps because in Nebraska we didn’t have a lot of them. On a camping trip to Colorado once, I remember being awed by the dark cathedral-like forest of tall scented pines and the quaking aspens…but the most memorable trees to me were the ones in our own yard.

My parents like to watch the squirrels and the birds in their bird feeder hanging outside their picture window. This is an activity they hardly had time for when we were growing up. My mother no doubt watched anxiously out the window as we children were climbing the trees ourselves, building our tree house perhaps, or leaping onto our monkey swing from a nearby tree limb.

When each of us children was born, Dad planted a tree. “My” tree was a Seckel pear—a prolific but messy fruit tree in the front yard that always provided a feast for the bees and the occasional human who wanted to compete for one of its small, sweet pears. Today it is nearly the last of those original fruit trees still alive. Its gnarled, ashen-gray limbs remind me of a wrinkled, feeble old person one step from the grave. Each year we think it will surely die, but so far it just keeps on producing a bounty of pears.

As children, we had an abundance of fruit trees, in addition to grapes, currents, gooseberries, strawberries and raspberries. I have fond memories of stuffing myself on our sweet sour cherries—it was quite equal to the fun we had climbing up onto Fred Jones’ garage roof and gorging on the overhanging mulberries. Once, my brother Allen and I were sitting in our tree house spitting cherry pits down on the passing cars that were rounding our corner…one driver stopped his car, looked around, gesticulated angrily, but failed to look UP! Now you see, a tree house was just the thing for a kid to have—especially if you were lucky enough to have not one, but FOUR huge sycamore trees to climb as we did. All of the sycamores are gone but one, now—and the monkey swing that used to be attached to it has been missing for 25 years or so.

Perhaps we all remember the simple childish pleasure of jumping in a pile of autumn leaves, feeling the crunch under our feet as we waded knee-deep through them…and smelling the pungent odor of burning leaves on a cool fall day.

At one time, Dad was working some part time jobs to help make ends meet, and one of those jobs was yard maintenance for an old retired Architect (Mr. Strasburg?). On occasion, Dad would take me along to help pull weeds, dig dandelions, etc. In the very back corner of Mr. Strasburg’s back yard stood a giant oak, and I remember helping Dad dig out one of the pesky little seedlings that had sprouted below it, to replant in our own back yard. That little oak sapling is now a beautiful shade tree. Mr. Strasberg’s stately old tree is likely still standing, unlike the row of Lombardy poplars that used to line the back of our own yard, or the willow tree, or the plum, peach or apricot trees. Even our huge apple tree is gone now, the tree that gave us so many bushels of apples, that shaded Heather’s little playhouse and our sand box, that provided our first tree-climb-on-a-cool-Fall-day-to-reach-a-crisp-sweet-juicy-apple-and-take-a-bite-out-of-it experience.

It seems to me the most productive fruit trees are not very tall or stately looking--pretty humble, really. But they have their own beauty… which reminds me of the time my dad was working at another of his part-time jobs at Marvin’s orchard. On one particular spring day our parents decided to pile us all in the car to go see the orchard in full bloom—of course I expected to be bored. But one couldn’t help but be affected by the gorgeous, ethereal forest of delicate white blooms that surrounded us in every direction, and the wonderful apple-blossom scent that filled the air. This was a sensory experience I would never forget.

I have a lot of trees on my property now in Illinois, but no fruit trees. I miss them. Perhaps I will plant some fruit trees myself sometime, perhaps a whole orchard. Then I’ll invite everyone to come see and smell the blooms in springtime…

There’s nothing quite like the serenity and peacefulness of a forest. My German grandfather had a forest near his home, with countless forest paths. On a few occasions, I would go for a hike with one or two others. Early in the morning or after a rain, the sun would filter in and reflect through the mist and off the shimmering leaves overhead; dark ferns, blueberry bushes and soft, damp leaves would surround the forest path. It was a spiritual experience, a quiet, glistening symphony of light and color.

My parents loved beautiful music; they sought to impart this love to each of their children as well. Often on a Sunday afternoon they would take us to hear the college orchestra, and later, my sister and I would play in it ourselves. My folks made some unlikely friends with some of the college professors and others, based on their common love of music. The various instruments in the orchestra, carefully handcrafted from European maple, spruce, birch and ebony, were capable of producing a beautiful new symphony of sound, quite apart from the symphony of their native forests. These were trees I had otherwise never seen, whose life was taken and whose life-giving trunks were cut up for a higher human purpose, carefully formed into the sounding board on instruments such as my viola perhaps, or our sturdy old piano.

We had no grandparents close by, but our surrogate grandparents lived just a block away from us, on a couple of acres or so on the edge of town. Fred Jones was the practical type; outspoken and enthusiastic, and always busy with his hands and working in his big garden, nearly till the day he died. I loved to see the new seedlings growing in his little greenhouse in March—it was a reminder of the rebirth of spring, of warmer days to come. In addition to gardening, Fred had an old building he converted into his “shop”—a place you could go for lively conversation on a cold Winter day, immersed in the scent of fresh sawdust mixed with wood smoke from his Franklin stove. Aunt Naomi (as we called her) had a personality that was quite different from Fred’s. To most people, she was a quiet, shy, diminutive figure who preferred to stay in the house. But to those who knew her better, she was the intellectual, the philosopher, the bold, intrepid adventurer who would accompany her literary and historical characters when they circumnavigated the globe in tall, wooden ships. In another time and place, she might have become an adventurer herself, a discoverer of new worlds, but we children were simply content to help share in her literary adventures and her oatmeal cookies. So, you ask, what does this recollection have to do with the subject of trees? I like to think that both Aunt Naomi’s printed pages and Fred’s various garden tools, buildings and other possessions—and perhaps, we might even say, most of the tools and edifices of both our human survival and our culture—we owe to the gift of trees.

Take an open field, plant some trees and grass, and after 15 years or so, you have a park! My favorite park was Harmon Park. A year ago my parents happened to give me a wall clock that had a picture on the front, of a stone tower next to a shaded pool. This was a photograph from the “rock garden” in Harmon Park. The many stone footpaths winding around underneath grand old trees, with little bridges over man-made streams, little pools and waterfalls—these all evoked a sort of medieval sense of mystery and beckoned us to explore! Last year when I visited the park with my parents, it seemed that everything was smaller and less impressive than I remembered as a child. But the pavilion was still there among the trees, where I had my high school graduation; a band was playing nearby, the fountain and flower gardens were still there, and a path to the rock garden still beckoned to us. We passed a particular, small garden planting, and my mother suddenly paused and revealed a secret. “When I first came over here from Germany, I was so homesick that when I saw some familiar peppermint growing in this little garden, I just had to have some of it, so I stole a tiny sprig when no one was looking and planted it in my backyard garden.” (She has a peppermint patch even to this day.)

It may seem odd that trees would even factor into my childhood memories. And yet, in a sense, we can find analogies, parallels and subtle echoes of our own humanity in the trees. A tree or a forest provides protection from the cold winter winds and food and habitat for the animals and us in the summer, but it also quietly reminds us of life and death, of succeeding generations, of growth and decay, of vigorous youth and tottering old age, of beauty and humility, of greatness and of the impermanence of life on this earth.

Perhaps we can sometimes even picture our own parents a little bit like those old fruit trees, bent with age and wracked by the storms of bygone years, yet continuing to provide quiet shelter and sustenance to any who would venture to sit under the shade of their branches.

--Ari






An Open Home (Heather)

“I teach them love for all mankind,For all God’s creatures, but I find
My love comes lagging far behind.”


This verse of a poem reminds me of the love my parents taught us children – the same love I want my own children to know, but I find “My love comes lagging far behind.”

Our parents had respect for all mankind – the helpless, the old, the unfortunate – and little children. Long ago, after baby-sitting 8 month old Ryan B., I came home and begged Mom to take him full time. Back then I didn’t consider how much Mom would get paid; if a baby in the house would get on people’s nerves; if she would be “tied down” or any other inconvenience a small child could mean. I was happy that she agreed to baby-sit Ryan, which also led to his sister, Anna, later becoming a part of our family. We had the privilege of watching babies grow, develop and respond to loving care. After having my own child it brought back memories of how I loved those little ones at home. Then came Edward – not until years later did I find out what some people’s uncaring, cold attitude toward such a severely handicapped child could be! It made me appreciate a home where we learned respect for all mankind: that even blind, helpless Edward knew the difference between friends and strangers, and he could respond to love and to music.

We learned to respect the old – when we mimicked Great Aunt Gertie and Grandma by walking bow-legged or knock-kneed Mom scolded us! I remember laughing so hard when Aunt Gertie told us stories about when she was young while helping us pit cherries – especially when she said she could hang by her toes from a tree branch, how we laughed! I couldn’t picture her being young. She enjoyed her break from the nursing home and we found out how much fun an old lady could be.

When Dad took us kids to visit Emma Trefzger, it was like a visit to the past sometime in history. Everything in the barn was just where her father had left it, and we were fascinated by the rocking chairs and kerosene lamps so we explored the place while Dad repaired her leaky roof and did odd jobs for her. We discovered that old people can be interesting. Of course, there are many more examples of what our parents did for old people – God has them written down in His book, and it made impressions on my life.

Our parents had respect for all God’s creatures. How many parents would have let me raise messy ducklings in a box in my bedroom? Who else would have let Joni raise a piglet in the basement? Remember the 6 tortoises who came along in the car from the trip to Valentine so they wouldn’t get run over on the road? We had dogs, cats, goats, chickens and fish as well (and didn’t live on a farm), though Mom didn’t appreciate the garter snake we brought home for her garden. And she made me send away all the stray dogs I brought home with me. I’m thankful now for the privilege of learning to care for (and care about) “all God’s creatures” in my childhood.

Sometimes my parent’s good-hearted generosity has been taken advantage of, but it never kept them from trusting and giving to the poor or sharing with children and neighbours. They also have an open home for the homeless servants of God who freely come and go. Matt. 25 “The righteous will answer him, Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?” We know what the King replied: “whatever you did for one of the LEAST of these brothers of mine, you did for me.” Our parents voluntarily took Aunt Edwina into their home when she had Alzheimer’s. That’s what I call an “open home.”
--Heather


I Remember (Joni)

I remember I remember, the house where I was born,
The little window where the sun, came peeping in at morn….


Some of my earliest memories are of sun and heat. I remember only faintly picking vegetables with mom over at old Mrs. Maloof’s.

And I remember the sun and the heat walking with my siblings to the “egg lady’s” house. When we were just about there, we always stopped to rest under the “Chestry Oak”, which, of course, was not an oak at all, but a sycamore.

I think my early memories of winter must have been dad reading. I can remember lying around in the evenings, enjoying the sound of the words and the tone of the voice, without being able to follow the story line at all.

I remember walking home down 8th Avenue, from Kindergarten with mom. I remember very little of kindergarten, and so vividly the walks home.

As the youngest child, I’m afraid I lacked a little in discipline and responsibility. Any of my older siblings would quickly attest to it. But, oh--what carefree days! Summer days stretched on forever, like a long highway curving off into the distance. And bare feet walked the dusty roads of summer. Laurie and I roamed the town like gypsies, and chose whose home to sleep in when night fell, with very little aforethought.

Remember the old brown station wagon? I don’t believe we ever went to meeting without being loaded to the shock absorbers’ capacity. And the youngest ones got the third seat riding backwards. Namely me! Climbing through the back window to the third seat offended my girlish dignity thoroughly; regardless of the fact that none of my friends seemed to mind at all.

With dad being who he was, we took a lot of back roads when we went places. He wanted to “see the country”. This was an aggravation to me when I was a teenager. But I can remember my enjoyment of country roads when I was younger. I remember coming to the top of a hill, and begging to be let out to run. I knew with perfect certainty that I could fly; I could feel it! My toes would only just skim the grass at the side of the road. The car would be left behind in ignominy. Dad would let out whoever wanted out, and we’d find out how hard the earth really was, under our feet.

Here I’ve rattled on about nothing, and if I tell all I want to tell, it’ll become a book. I remember the trips out to Emma Trefzgers; singing hymns at the nursing home; the apple tree with the perfect spot to sit in, in the very top (You could sing higher when you were up there); pitting cherries in the front yard with Grandma and Aunt Gertie; the little current bushes where you could pull off a whole handful of berries at once; the sycamore trees, and the monkey swing. I often got the job of feeding old Sally and Rags, and Mittens. They had a pretty good life, those three. There was Sunday morning meeting at Grants (Turn left on Vitamin E), and bible study at Modines, where we couldn’t swing our bible cases in fear of the beautiful plates on the walls. I remember going hither and yon to Gospel meetings; to hear the workers in our field…

There were the travelogues, the orchestra concerts, the college plays. There was Thanksgiving time with the Jannsons, everyone at Grandma Naomi’s; The poems, and grandpa Fred acting as judge.

I can taste my childhood as well. Sundays with spaetzle and sauerkraut, summertime with creamed lambs quarters over mashed potatoes, Christmastime with magenbrot and anise cookies.

There was music, always music—the piano, violin, viola, flute, accordion, saw and harmonica. When I hear a hymn sung in especially nice harmony, or someone gets a few violins going, I find myself with a little feeling of homesickness. These memories are just some of the music of my childhood.




The Sign Painter (Ari)

When I was a boy, I remember each of us children having a piggy bank to hold our weekly allowance. My first piggybank was a tall tin can with a slot at the top—it made a dull, metallic “clunk” when I dropped a quarter into it, and I would often take it down from the high corner shelf above my bed to weigh it in my hands. For the most part, I’ve long since forgotten what I used those savings for—perhaps the purchase of a toy, some bottle rockets, a chocolate bar, or a 25 cent hamburger from Bikes burger bar?

However, I do remember one notable exception--which brings me to the story of the sign painter. It all started one day when Dad was trying to sell our big brown Buick station wagon. This car had a third rumble seat that would fold up in the back, and it definitely came in handy for carrying a family of seven plus other passengers. Incidentally, by the time our family was finished with a car, it either became a demolition derby contestant, was acquired by someone who restored old “classics” on the cheap, or was sold to some desperate person in even greater need of an inexpensive car than we were. In this case, it was the latter situation.

Now, my dim recollection is very likely to be inaccurate and incomplete, and perhaps my parents could have shed more light on this, but no matter. I do remember that a billboard sign painter came to look at the car, and he, his wife and their four children were in desperate straits. Their car was broken down and abandoned, and they were forced to travel in their remaining pickup truck. Apparently, the sign painter had been traveling with his family across the U.S., stopping in each town to solicit a job painting someone’s billboard. What might have once started out as a romantic adventure had obviously turned into a nightmare—the family was all but destitute and completely out of money, the man was having trouble finding enough work, and the wife and small children were hungry and cramped in their tiny room at the Motel 6.

My dad agreed to sell our Buick to them for about $45, or some such paltry sum. The sign painter did secure a deal to paint a sign for a local motel, but he needed a place to paint, so my dad offered our backyard. I was intrigued as he set up his giant easel against our “playhouse” and proceeded to paint a pleasant landscape, although I kept a respectable distance. Later on, a small thundercloud emerged in the very corner of his picture, the only thing that detracted from an otherwise cheerful, welcoming scene. We understood this was because he felt the proprietor who had hired him to paint the sign was cheating him. Looking back on it, I wonder if the man was also frustrated and bitter because he had an inkling that his artistic profession was being quickly swallowed up by the new technology of screen printing, and it was getting harder and harder to find anyone willing to give him a billboard to paint.

At some point, the man’s wife came to our back door, most likely without the knowledge of her husband, who was not there at the time. She apparently spoke to my mom, who was the only one home besides me. My mom told her to wait at the door, then came to my room, sat down with me and told me “this woman’s children are hungry, they have no money to buy food. Would you be interested in donating some amount from your piggybank to help them out? It’s purely up to you.” I suppose my mother may not have had any money on hand herself, or perhaps she didn’t feel right about giving out money without first consulting with my dad, or perhaps she saw this as a lesson to impress on me the value of giving…I don’t know. In any case, when confronted with the picture in my mind of this woman’s poor, starving, whimpering children huddled in a cramped room at the Motel 6, I naturally proceeded to break open my ceramic pig. I put what money I had, maybe 35 or 40 dollars, in a small paper sack, and handed it to the woman at the door. She thanked me heartily, and there was a little choking sound and perhaps some tears as she quickly left. I remember feeling almost a little ashamed that this woman had gotten to the point that she had to lose all her dignity, had to beg for money from a stranger, and had to accept money from a child’s piggy bank, no less. But in any case, I knew that I couldn’t have spent that money for anything else in the world that would have made me feel so good as I felt on the inside. That warm glow of happiness is the focal point of my recollection.

The canvas was soon to be completed before the painter would then proceed to install it on one of the billboards. (Was it on Rte 24? I don’t remember anymore, but I do remember later on that Dad would point it out as we passed it on the highway.)

In the meantime, Dad made a flurry of phone calls to see if he could find this man a temporary job to help him get back on his feet. He finally found a job opening at the municipal waste treatment plant, but the man was apparently still too stubborn to recognize his dire situation, and perhaps aghast at the prospect of lowering himself from the lofty position of an “artist” to a job working in a sewage plant.

I don’t know if the sign painter ever actually paid my Dad for our car or not. I never asked him, and it doesn’t matter anyway. A day or two later, the man and his family left their motel in the middle of the night and moved on.

What ultimately happened to that family, and to what extent my folks’ small token of kindness may have made a difference in their lives, I’ll never know. But I did learn there are always plenty of ways to help others if one is willing to get involved, to help even in small ways. And experiences like this remind us once again “it is more blessed to give than to receive.”


E-mail to siblings:

Here’s a rough draft of a story I wrote for the parents’ 50th. Do you happen to remember anything about the sign painter?



Yes, I remember the sign painter, too. I could add that Mom bought them lots of groceries, etc. and Dad found them an apartment and paid the down payment for them. Don't know how long they lived there without paying a cent, and that's why they up and disappeared... I believe the owner of the apartment turned to Dad to demand payment. But of course, we were children and our parents didn't tell us everything about the money matters. I felt sorry for the mother and children, and they would have been better off getting welfare than always on the road. But I felt angry at the man for taking advantage of my folks good-heartedness. Who knows what ever happened to them.

--Sibling “A”



I'm just sending in my 2 cents, which probably isn't very accurate. Isn't it funny how we can remember different parts of the same story? I never knew that you contributed to the sign painter! I'm afraid I was at a selfish and critical minded stage at that point in time. It was years later before I appreciated what mom and dad had done for those people.

I think dad sold the car for $200.00. But that’s irrelevant. I only remember it that way because I thought it was a lot of money, and I thought dad was being foolish throwing it away. I knew that they weren't going to pay him. It was a long time before I realized that dad, of course, knew that too. Every time I crabbed to him about those people "stealing" his car, he would scratch his head and say, "I sure hope that transmission doesn't go out on them, if they go through the mountains in CO." And he sincerely meant it. I remember the woman too. I was worried she would try to steal something from the house...anything. She told mom a lot of wild stories, that I thought were all balony, but some of those bizarre things were probably true. In my cynical young teenage mind these people were trash. To mom and Dad, those kind of people were "down on their luck", or "life was treating them hard right now". Remember, mom hired the little boys to pull weeds in her garden? They were nice kids.

It was a fascinating experience to watch that man paint. He had palsy, or Parkinson’s, and his hands were already beginning to shake pretty bad. His days as a painter were on the way to being over.

The sign went up on Highway 24 coming in from the west.


--Sibling “B”


E-mail to Dad & Mom:

Dad & Mom--

Here's some behind-the-scenes correspondence regarding the "sign painter" story that I thought you might get a chuckle out of.  Probably only you know the actual, true complete story, but anyway, thought this was sort of interesting.
Cheers,

--Ari

E-mail Response from Dad:

…And all through the years when we have come from the West, I would see it and say, "There's my sign!" I guess I got my money's worth.

--Dad



Now, from your mother:

This is turning into an interesting story. Now I will write a few things that I remember. No, dad did not find them an apartment. But they lived in a motel on Hwy. 24. They left in the night, we wondered if they paid the rent. They lived there 1 or 2 months.

I liked the four little boys. The oldest one kept saying, "If only we were older, we could work very hard to earn money to help Dad and Mom.”

The father told me, "I love my little boys very much. They mean the world to me and I want to be a good Dad". He told me that he had been a concert pianist and played on stages all over the U.S.A. His favorite composer was Tchaikovsky. One day when he saw the piano, he looked longingly at it--and I asked him to play. With his big hands he played Tchaikovsky--all over the piano. How he could play, like in a concert hall. Then sadly he said, "This was my life. I cannot go back."

Now what the wife told me -- For two years she saw or heard nothing of him. The youngest was a baby when he left. He sent no money or support and she knew nothing about him. Then the county helped her out and at the end they were going to take all her children away and she went to court and battled for them. At the most critical moment he came home, with no explanation, broke, no money. He loaded up his family and drove, I don't know all from where. The gas gave out in Kearney, I guess.

He was a good sign painter but that was not enough to support a family. We just hope things went better for them and they raised the family together.


Postscript from Ari:

I had a dim memory of standing in our living room and listening spell-bound to someone playing our piano, but I couldn’t remember who or when exactly it was. Now I remember. His palsy had obviously not yet completely silenced his ability to play.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Medical Science


November 2010

Lies, Damned Lies, and Medical Science

Much of what medical researchers conclude in their studies is misleading, exaggerated, or flat-out wrong. So why are doctors—to a striking extent—still drawing upon misinformation in their everyday practice? Dr. John Ioannidis has spent his career challenging his peers by exposing their bad science.
By David H. Freedman
Image credit: Robyn Twomey/Redux
In 2001, rumors were circulating in Greek hospitals that surgery residents, eager to rack up scalpel time, were falsely diagnosing hapless Albanian immigrants with appendicitis. At the University of Ioannina medical school’s teaching hospital, a newly minted doctor named Athina Tatsioni was discussing the rumors with colleagues when a professor who had overheard asked her if she’d like to try to prove whether they were true—he seemed to be almost daring her. She accepted the challenge and, with the professor’s and other colleagues’ help, eventually produced a formal study showing that, for whatever reason, the appendices removed from patients with Albanian names in six Greek hospitals were more than three times as likely to be perfectly healthy as those removed from patients with Greek names. “It was hard to find a journal willing to publish it, but we did,” recalls Tatsioni. “I also discovered that I really liked research.” Good thing, because the study had actually been a sort of audition. The professor, it turned out, had been putting together a team of exceptionally brash and curious young clinicians and Ph.D.s to join him in tackling an unusual and controversial agenda.
Last spring, I sat in on one of the team’s weekly meetings on the medical school’s campus, which is plunked crazily across a series of sharp hills. The building in which we met, like most at the school, had the look of a barracks and was festooned with political graffiti. But the group convened in a spacious conference room that would have been at home at a Silicon Valley start-up. Sprawled around a large table were Tatsioni and eight other youngish Greek researchers and physicians who, in contrast to the pasty younger staff frequently seen in U.S. hospitals, looked like the casually glamorous cast of a television medical drama. The professor, a dapper and soft-spoken man named John Ioannidis, loosely presided.
One of the researchers, a biostatistician named Georgia Salanti, fired up a laptop and projector and started to take the group through a study she and a few colleagues were completing that asked this question: were drug companies manipulating published research to make their drugs look good? Salanti ticked off data that seemed to indicate they were, but the other team members almost immediately started interrupting. One noted that Salanti’s study didn’t address the fact that drug-company research wasn’t measuring critically important “hard” outcomes for patients, such as survival versus death, and instead tended to measure “softer” outcomes, such as self-reported symptoms (“my chest doesn’t hurt as much today”). Another pointed out that Salanti’s study ignored the fact that when drug-company data seemed to show patients’ health improving, the data often failed to show that the drug was responsible, or that the improvement was more than marginal.
Salanti remained poised, as if the grilling were par for the course, and gamely acknowledged that the suggestions were all good—but a single study can’t prove everything, she said. Just as I was getting the sense that the data in drug studies were endlessly malleable, Ioannidis, who had mostly been listening, delivered what felt like a coup de grâce: wasn’t it possible, he asked, that drug companies were carefully selecting the topics of their studies—for example, comparing their new drugs against those already known to be inferior to others on the market—so that they were ahead of the game even before the data juggling began? “Maybe sometimes it’s the questions that are biased, not the answers,” he said, flashing a friendly smile. Everyone nodded. Though the results of drug studies often make newspaper headlines, you have to wonder whether they prove anything at all. Indeed, given the breadth of the potential problems raised at the meeting, can any medical-research studies be trusted?
That question has been central to Ioannidis’s career. He’s what’s known as a meta-researcher, and he’s become one of the world’s foremost experts on the credibility of medical research. He and his team have shown, again and again, and in many different ways, that much of what biomedical researchers conclude in published studies—conclusions that doctors keep in mind when they prescribe antibiotics or blood-pressure medication, or when they advise us to consume more fiber or less meat, or when they recommend surgery for heart disease or back pain—is misleading, exaggerated, and often flat-out wrong. He charges that as much as 90 percent of the published medical information that doctors rely on is flawed. His work has been widely accepted by the medical community; it has been published in the field’s top journals, where it is heavily cited; and he is a big draw at conferences. Given this exposure, and the fact that his work broadly targets everyone else’s work in medicine, as well as everything that physicians do and all the health advice we get, Ioannidis may be one of the most influential scientists alive. Yet for all his influence, he worries that the field of medical research is so pervasively flawed, and so riddled with conflicts of interest, that it might be chronically resistant to change—or even to publicly admitting that there’s a problem.
The city of Ioannina is a big college town a short drive from the ruins of a 20,000-seat amphitheater and a Zeusian sanctuary built at the site of the Dodona oracle. The oracle was said to have issued pronouncements to priests through the rustling of a sacred oak tree. Today, a different oak tree at the site provides visitors with a chance to try their own hands at extracting a prophecy. “I take all the researchers who visit me here, and almost every single one of them asks the tree the same question,” Ioannidis tells me, as we contemplate the tree the day after the team’s meeting. “‘Will my research grant be approved?’” He chuckles, but Ioannidis (pronounced yo-NEE-dees) tends to laugh not so much in mirth as to soften the sting of his attack. And sure enough, he goes on to suggest that an obsession with winning funding has gone a long way toward weakening the reliability of medical research.
He first stumbled on the sorts of problems plaguing the field, he explains, as a young physician-researcher in the early 1990s at Harvard. At the time, he was interested in diagnosing rare diseases, for which a lack of case data can leave doctors with little to go on other than intuition and rules of thumb. But he noticed that doctors seemed to proceed in much the same manner even when it came to cancer, heart disease, and other common ailments. Where were the hard data that would back up their treatment decisions? There was plenty of published research, but much of it was remarkably unscientific, based largely on observations of a small number of cases. A new “evidence-based medicine” movement was just starting to gather force, and Ioannidis decided to throw himself into it, working first with prominent researchers at Tufts University and then taking positions at Johns Hopkins University and the National Institutes of Health. He was unusually well armed: he had been a math prodigy of near-celebrity status in high school in Greece, and had followed his parents, who were both physician-researchers, into medicine. Now he’d have a chance to combine math and medicine by applying rigorous statistical analysis to what seemed a surprisingly sloppy field. “I assumed that everything we physicians did was basically right, but now I was going to help verify it,” he says. “All we’d have to do was systematically review the evidence, trust what it told us, and then everything would be perfect.”
It didn’t turn out that way. In poring over medical journals, he was struck by how many findings of all types were refuted by later findings. Of course, medical-science “never minds” are hardly secret. And they sometimes make headlines, as when in recent years large studies or growing consensuses of researchers concluded that mammograms, colonoscopies, and PSA tests are far less useful cancer-detection tools than we had been told; or when widely prescribed antidepressants such as Prozac, Zoloft, and Paxil were revealed to be no more effective than a placebo for most cases of depression; or when we learned that staying out of the sun entirely can actually increase cancer risks; or when we were told that the advice to drink lots of water during intense exercise was potentially fatal; or when, last April, we were informed that taking fish oil, exercising, and doing puzzles doesn’t really help fend off Alzheimer’s disease, as long claimed. Peer-reviewed studies have come to opposite conclusions on whether using cell phones can cause brain cancer, whether sleeping more than eight hours a night is healthful or dangerous, whether taking aspirin every day is more likely to save your life or cut it short, and whether routine angioplasty works better than pills to unclog heart arteries.
But beyond the headlines, Ioannidis was shocked at the range and reach of the reversals he was seeing in everyday medical research. “Randomized controlled trials,” which compare how one group responds to a treatment against how an identical group fares without the treatment, had long been considered nearly unshakable evidence, but they, too, ended up being wrong some of the time. “I realized even our gold-standard research had a lot of problems,” he says. Baffled, he started looking for the specific ways in which studies were going wrong. And before long he discovered that the range of errors being committed was astonishing: from what questions researchers posed, to how they set up the studies, to which patients they recruited for the studies, to which measurements they took, to how they analyzed the data, to how they presented their results, to how particular studies came to be published in medical journals.
This array suggested a bigger, underlying dysfunction, and Ioannidis thought he knew what it was. “The studies were biased,” he says. “Sometimes they were overtly biased. Sometimes it was difficult to see the bias, but it was there.” Researchers headed into their studies wanting certain results—and, lo and behold, they were getting them. We think of the scientific process as being objective, rigorous, and even ruthless in separating out what is true from what we merely wish to be true, but in fact it’s easy to manipulate results, even unintentionally or unconsciously. “At every step in the process, there is room to distort results, a way to make a stronger claim or to select what is going to be concluded,” says Ioannidis. “There is an intellectual conflict of interest that pressures researchers to find whatever it is that is most likely to get them funded.”
Perhaps only a minority of researchers were succumbing to this bias, but their distorted findings were having an outsize effect on published research. To get funding and tenured positions, and often merely to stay afloat, researchers have to get their work published in well-regarded journals, where rejection rates can climb above 90 percent. Not surprisingly, the studies that tend to make the grade are those with eye-catching findings. But while coming up with eye-catching theories is relatively easy, getting reality to bear them out is another matter. The great majority collapse under the weight of contradictory data when studied rigorously. Imagine, though, that five different research teams test an interesting theory that’s making the rounds, and four of the groups correctly prove the idea false, while the one less cautious group incorrectly “proves” it true through some combination of error, fluke, and clever selection of data. Guess whose findings your doctor ends up reading about in the journal, and you end up hearing about on the evening news? Researchers can sometimes win attention by refuting a prominent finding, which can help to at least raise doubts about results, but in general it is far more rewarding to add a new insight or exciting-sounding twist to existing research than to retest its basic premises—after all, simply re-proving someone else’s results is unlikely to get you published, and attempting to undermine the work of respected colleagues can have ugly professional repercussions.
In the late 1990s, Ioannidis set up a base at the University of Ioannina. He pulled together his team, which remains largely intact today, and started chipping away at the problem in a series of papers that pointed out specific ways certain studies were getting misleading results. Other meta-researchers were also starting to spotlight disturbingly high rates of error in the medical literature. But Ioannidis wanted to get the big picture across, and to do so with solid data, clear reasoning, and good statistical analysis. The project dragged on, until finally he retreated to the tiny island of Sikinos in the Aegean Sea, where he drew inspiration from the relatively primitive surroundings and the intellectual traditions they recalled. “A pervasive theme of ancient Greek literature is that you need to pursue the truth, no matter what the truth might be,” he says. In 2005, he unleashed two papers that challenged the foundations of medical research.
He chose to publish one paper, fittingly, in the online journal PLoS Medicine, which is committed to running any methodologically sound article without regard to how “interesting” the results may be. In the paper, Ioannidis laid out a detailed mathematical proof that, assuming modest levels of researcher bias, typically imperfect research techniques, and the well-known tendency to focus on exciting rather than highly plausible theories, researchers will come up with wrong findings most of the time. Simply put, if you’re attracted to ideas that have a good chance of being wrong, and if you’re motivated to prove them right, and if you have a little wiggle room in how you assemble the evidence, you’ll probably succeed in proving wrong theories right. His model predicted, in different fields of medical research, rates of wrongness roughly corresponding to the observed rates at which findings were later convincingly refuted: 80 percent of non-randomized studies (by far the most common type) turn out to be wrong, as do 25 percent of supposedly gold-standard randomized trials, and as much as 10 percent of the platinum-standard large randomized trials. The article spelled out his belief that researchers were frequently manipulating data analyses, chasing career-advancing findings rather than good science, and even using the peer-review process—in which journals ask researchers to help decide which studies to publish—to suppress opposing views. “You can question some of the details of John’s calculations, but it’s hard to argue that the essential ideas aren’t absolutely correct,” says Doug Altman, an Oxford University researcher who directs the Centre for Statistics in Medicine.
Still, Ioannidis anticipated that the community might shrug off his findings: sure, a lot of dubious research makes it into journals, but we researchers and physicians know to ignore it and focus on the good stuff, so what’s the big deal? The other paper headed off that claim. He zoomed in on 49 of the most highly regarded research findings in medicine over the previous 13 years, as judged by the science community’s two standard measures: the papers had appeared in the journals most widely cited in research articles, and the 49 articles themselves were the most widely cited articles in these journals. These were articles that helped lead to the widespread popularity of treatments such as the use of hormone-replacement therapy for menopausal women, vitamin E to reduce the risk of heart disease, coronary stents to ward off heart attacks, and daily low-dose aspirin to control blood pressure and prevent heart attacks and strokes. Ioannidis was putting his contentions to the test not against run-of-the-mill research, or even merely well-accepted research, but against the absolute tip of the research pyramid. Of the 49 articles, 45 claimed to have uncovered effective interventions. Thirty-four of these claims had been retested, and 14 of these, or 41 percent, had been convincingly shown to be wrong or significantly exaggerated. If between a third and a half of the most acclaimed research in medicine was proving untrustworthy, the scope and impact of the problem were undeniable. That article was published in the Journal of the American Medical Association.
Driving me back to campus in his smallish SUV—after insisting, as he apparently does with all his visitors, on showing me a nearby lake and the six monasteries situated on an islet within it—Ioannidis apologized profusely for running a yellow light, explaining with a laugh that he didn’t trust the truck behind him to stop. Considering his willingness, even eagerness, to slap the face of the medical-research community, Ioannidis comes off as thoughtful, upbeat, and deeply civil. He’s a careful listener, and his frequent grin and semi-apologetic chuckle can make the sharp prodding of his arguments seem almost good-natured. He is as quick, if not quicker, to question his own motives and competence as anyone else’s. A neat and compact 45-year-old with a trim mustache, he presents as a sort of dashing nerd—Giancarlo Giannini with a bit of Mr. Bean.
The humility and graciousness seem to serve him well in getting across a message that is not easy to digest or, for that matter, believe: that even highly regarded researchers at prestigious institutions sometimes churn out attention-grabbing findings rather than findings likely to be right. But Ioannidis points out that obviously questionable findings cram the pages of top medical journals, not to mention the morning headlines. Consider, he says, the endless stream of results from nutritional studies in which researchers follow thousands of people for some number of years, tracking what they eat and what supplements they take, and how their health changes over the course of the study. “Then the researchers start asking, ‘What did vitamin E do? What did vitamin C or D or A do? What changed with calorie intake, or protein or fat intake? What happened to cholesterol levels? Who got what type of cancer?’” he says. “They run everything through the mill, one at a time, and they start finding associations, and eventually conclude that vitamin X lowers the risk of cancer Y, or this food helps with the risk of that disease.” In a single week this fall, Google’s news page offered these headlines: “More Omega-3 Fats Didn’t Aid Heart Patients”; “Fruits, Vegetables Cut Cancer Risk for Smokers”; “Soy May Ease Sleep Problems in Older Women”; and dozens of similar stories.
When a five-year study of 10,000 people finds that those who take more vitamin X are less likely to get cancer Y, you’d think you have pretty good reason to take more vitamin X, and physicians routinely pass these recommendations on to patients. But these studies often sharply conflict with one another. Studies have gone back and forth on the cancer-preventing powers of vitamins A, D, and E; on the heart-health benefits of eating fat and carbs; and even on the question of whether being overweight is more likely to extend or shorten your life. How should we choose among these dueling, high-profile nutritional findings? Ioannidis suggests a simple approach: ignore them all.
For starters, he explains, the odds are that in any large database of many nutritional and health factors, there will be a few apparent connections that are in fact merely flukes, not real health effects—it’s a bit like combing through long, random strings of letters and claiming there’s an important message in any words that happen to turn up. But even if a study managed to highlight a genuine health connection to some nutrient, you’re unlikely to benefit much from taking more of it, because we consume thousands of nutrients that act together as a sort of network, and changing intake of just one of them is bound to cause ripples throughout the network that are far too complex for these studies to detect, and that may be as likely to harm you as help you. Even if changing that one factor does bring on the claimed improvement, there’s still a good chance that it won’t do you much good in the long run, because these studies rarely go on long enough to track the decades-long course of disease and ultimately death. Instead, they track easily measurable health “markers” such as cholesterol levels, blood pressure, and blood-sugar levels, and meta-experts have shown that changes in these markers often don’t correlate as well with long-term health as we have been led to believe.
On the relatively rare occasions when a study does go on long enough to track mortality, the findings frequently upend those of the shorter studies. (For example, though the vast majority of studies of overweight individuals link excess weight to ill health, the longest of them haven’t convincingly shown that overweight people are likely to die sooner, and a few of them have seemingly demonstrated that moderately overweight people are likely to live longer.) And these problems are aside from ubiquitous measurement errors (for example, people habitually misreport their diets in studies), routine misanalysis (researchers rely on complex software capable of juggling results in ways they don’t always understand), and the less common, but serious, problem of outright fraud (which has been revealed, in confidential surveys, to be much more widespread than scientists like to acknowledge).
If a study somehow avoids every one of these problems and finds a real connection to long-term changes in health, you’re still not guaranteed to benefit, because studies report average results that typically represent a vast range of individual outcomes. Should you be among the lucky minority that stands to benefit, don’t expect a noticeable improvement in your health, because studies usually detect only modest effects that merely tend to whittle your chances of succumbing to a particular disease from small to somewhat smaller. “The odds that anything useful will survive from any of these studies are poor,” says Ioannidis—dismissing in a breath a good chunk of the research into which we sink about $100 billion a year in the United States alone.
And so it goes for all medical studies, he says. Indeed, nutritional studies aren’t the worst. Drug studies have the added corruptive force of financial conflict of interest. The exciting links between genes and various diseases and traits that are relentlessly hyped in the press for heralding miraculous around-the-corner treatments for everything from colon cancer to schizophrenia have in the past proved so vulnerable to error and distortion, Ioannidis has found, that in some cases you’d have done about as well by throwing darts at a chart of the genome. (These studies seem to have improved somewhat in recent years, but whether they will hold up or be useful in treatment are still open questions.) Vioxx, Zelnorm, and Baycol were among the widely prescribed drugs found to be safe and effective in large randomized controlled trials before the drugs were yanked from the market as unsafe or not so effective, or both.
“Often the claims made by studies are so extravagant that you can immediately cross them out without needing to know much about the specific problems with the studies,” Ioannidis says. But of course it’s that very extravagance of claim (one large randomized controlled trial even proved that secret prayer by unknown parties can save the lives of heart-surgery patients, while another proved that secret prayer can harm them) that helps gets these findings into journals and then into our treatments and lifestyles, especially when the claim builds on impressive-sounding evidence. “Even when the evidence shows that a particular research idea is wrong, if you have thousands of scientists who have invested their careers in it, they’ll continue to publish papers on it,” he says. “It’s like an epidemic, in the sense that they’re infected with these wrong ideas, and they’re spreading it to other researchers through journals.”
Though scientists and science journalists are constantly talking up the value of the peer-review process, researchers admit among themselves that biased, erroneous, and even blatantly fraudulent studies easily slip through it. Nature, the grande dame of science journals, stated in a 2006 editorial, “Scientists understand that peer review per se provides only a minimal assurance of quality, and that the public conception of peer review as a stamp of authentication is far from the truth.” What’s more, the peer-review process often pressures researchers to shy away from striking out in genuinely new directions, and instead to build on the findings of their colleagues (that is, their potential reviewers) in ways that only seem like breakthroughs—as with the exciting-sounding gene linkages (autism genes identified!) and nutritional findings (olive oil lowers blood pressure!) that are really just dubious and conflicting variations on a theme.
Most journal editors don’t even claim to protect against the problems that plague these studies. University and government research overseers rarely step in to directly enforce research quality, and when they do, the science community goes ballistic over the outside interference. The ultimate protection against research error and bias is supposed to come from the way scientists constantly retest each other’s results—except they don’t. Only the most prominent findings are likely to be put to the test, because there’s likely to be publication payoff in firming up the proof, or contradicting it.
But even for medicine’s most influential studies, the evidence sometimes remains surprisingly narrow. Of those 45 super-cited studies that Ioannidis focused on, 11 had never been retested. Perhaps worse, Ioannidis found that even when a research error is outed, it typically persists for years or even decades. He looked at three prominent health studies from the 1980s and 1990s that were each later soundly refuted, and discovered that researchers continued to cite the original results as correct more often than as flawed—in one case for at least 12 years after the results were discredited.
Doctors may notice that their patients don’t seem to fare as well with certain treatments as the literature would lead them to expect, but the field is appropriately conditioned to subjugate such anecdotal evidence to study findings. Yet much, perhaps even most, of what doctors do has never been formally put to the test in credible studies, given that the need to do so became obvious to the field only in the 1990s, leaving it playing catch-up with a century or more of non-evidence-based medicine, and contributing to Ioannidis’s shockingly high estimate of the degree to which medical knowledge is flawed. That we’re not routinely made seriously ill by this shortfall, he argues, is due largely to the fact that most medical interventions and advice don’t address life-and-death situations, but rather aim to leave us marginally healthier or less unhealthy, so we usually neither gain nor risk all that much.
Medical research is not especially plagued with wrongness. Other meta-research experts have confirmed that similar issues distort research in all fields of science, from physics to economics (where the highly regarded economists J. Bradford DeLong and Kevin Lang once showed how a remarkably consistent paucity of strong evidence in published economics studies made it unlikely that any of them were right). And needless to say, things only get worse when it comes to the pop expertise that endlessly spews at us from diet, relationship, investment, and parenting gurus and pundits. But we expect more of scientists, and especially of medical scientists, given that we believe we are staking our lives on their results. The public hardly recognizes how bad a bet this is. The medical community itself might still be largely oblivious to the scope of the problem, if Ioannidis hadn’t forced a confrontation when he published his studies in 2005.
Ioannidis initially thought the community might come out fighting. Instead, it seemed relieved, as if it had been guiltily waiting for someone to blow the whistle, and eager to hear more. David Gorski, a surgeon and researcher at Detroit’s Barbara Ann Karmanos Cancer Institute, noted in his prominent medical blog that when he presented Ioannidis’s paper on highly cited research at a professional meeting, “not a single one of my surgical colleagues was the least bit surprised or disturbed by its findings.” Ioannidis offers a theory for the relatively calm reception. “I think that people didn’t feel I was only trying to provoke them, because I showed that it was a community problem, instead of pointing fingers at individual examples of bad research,” he says. In a sense, he gave scientists an opportunity to cluck about the wrongness without having to acknowledge that they themselves succumb to it—it was something everyone else did.
To say that Ioannidis’s work has been embraced would be an understatement. His PLoS Medicine paper is the most downloaded in the journal’s history, and it’s not even Ioannidis’s most-cited work—that would be a paper he published in Nature Genetics on the problems with gene-link studies. Other researchers are eager to work with him: he has published papers with 1,328 different co-authors at 538 institutions in 43 countries, he says. Last year he received, by his estimate, invitations to speak at 1,000 conferences and institutions around the world, and he was accepting an average of about five invitations a month until a case last year of excessive-travel-induced vertigo led him to cut back. Even so, in the weeks before I visited him he had addressed an AIDS conference in San Francisco, the European Society for Clinical Investigation, Harvard’s School of Public Health, and the medical schools at Stanford and Tufts.
The irony of his having achieved this sort of success by accusing the medical-research community of chasing after success is not lost on him, and he notes that it ought to raise the question of whether he himself might be pumping up his findings. “If I did a study and the results showed that in fact there wasn’t really much bias in research, would I be willing to publish it?” he asks. “That would create a real psychological conflict for me.” But his bigger worry, he says, is that while his fellow researchers seem to be getting the message, he hasn’t necessarily forced anyone to do a better job. He fears he won’t in the end have done much to improve anyone’s health. “There may not be fierce objections to what I’m saying,” he explains. “But it’s difficult to change the way that everyday doctors, patients, and healthy people think and behave.”
As helter-skelter as the University of Ioannina Medical School campus looks, the hospital abutting it looks reassuringly stolid. Athina Tatsioni has offered to take me on a tour of the facility, but we make it only as far as the entrance when she is greeted—accosted, really—by a worried-looking older woman. Tatsioni, normally a bit reserved, is warm and animated with the woman, and the two have a brief but intense conversation before embracing and saying goodbye. Tatsioni explains to me that the woman and her husband were patients of hers years ago; now the husband has been admitted to the hospital with abdominal pains, and Tatsioni has promised she’ll stop by his room later to say hello. Recalling the appendicitis story, I prod a bit, and she confesses she plans to do her own exam. She needs to be circumspect, though, so she won’t appear to be second-guessing the other doctors.
Tatsioni doesn’t so much fear that someone will carve out the man’s healthy appendix. Rather, she’s concerned that, like many patients, he’ll end up with prescriptions for multiple drugs that will do little to help him, and may well harm him. “Usually what happens is that the doctor will ask for a suite of biochemical tests—liver fat, pancreas function, and so on,” she tells me. “The tests could turn up something, but they’re probably irrelevant. Just having a good talk with the patient and getting a close history is much more likely to tell me what’s wrong.” Of course, the doctors have all been trained to order these tests, she notes, and doing so is a lot quicker than a long bedside chat. They’re also trained to ply the patient with whatever drugs might help whack any errant test numbers back into line. What they’re not trained to do is to go back and look at the research papers that helped make these drugs the standard of care. “When you look the papers up, you often find the drugs didn’t even work better than a placebo. And no one tested how they worked in combination with the other drugs,” she says. “Just taking the patient off everything can improve their health right away.” But not only is checking out the research another time-consuming task, patients often don’t even like it when they’re taken off their drugs, she explains; they find their prescriptions reassuring.
Later, Ioannidis tells me he makes a point of having several clinicians on his team. “Researchers and physicians often don’t understand each other; they speak different languages,” he says. Knowing that some of his researchers are spending more than half their time seeing patients makes him feel the team is better positioned to bridge that gap; their experience informs the team’s research with firsthand knowledge, and helps the team shape its papers in a way more likely to hit home with physicians. It’s not that he envisions doctors making all their decisions based solely on solid evidence—there’s simply too much complexity in patient treatment to pin down every situation with a great study. “Doctors need to rely on instinct and judgment to make choices,” he says. “But these choices should be as informed as possible by the evidence. And if the evidence isn’t good, doctors should know that, too. And so should patients.”
In fact, the question of whether the problems with medical research should be broadcast to the public is a sticky one in the meta-research community. Already feeling that they’re fighting to keep patients from turning to alternative medical treatments such as homeopathy, or misdiagnosing themselves on the Internet, or simply neglecting medical treatment altogether, many researchers and physicians aren’t eager to provide even more reason to be skeptical of what doctors do—not to mention how public disenchantment with medicine could affect research funding. Ioannidis dismisses these concerns. “If we don’t tell the public about these problems, then we’re no better than nonscientists who falsely claim they can heal,” he says. “If the drugs don’t work and we’re not sure how to treat something, why should we claim differently? Some fear that there may be less funding because we stop claiming we can prove we have miraculous treatments. But if we can’t really provide those miracles, how long will we be able to fool the public anyway? The scientific enterprise is probably the most fantastic achievement in human history, but that doesn’t mean we have a right to overstate what we’re accomplishing.”
We could solve much of the wrongness problem, Ioannidis says, if the world simply stopped expecting scientists to be right. That’s because being wrong in science is fine, and even necessary—as long as scientists recognize that they blew it, report their mistake openly instead of disguising it as a success, and then move on to the next thing, until they come up with the very occasional genuine breakthrough. But as long as careers remain contingent on producing a stream of research that’s dressed up to seem more right than it is, scientists will keep delivering exactly that.
“Science is a noble endeavor, but it’s also a low-yield endeavor,” he says. “I’m not sure that more than a very small percentage of medical research is ever likely to lead to major improvements in clinical outcomes and quality of life. We should be very comfortable with that fact.”
This article available online at:
http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2010/11/lies-damned-lies-and-medical-science/8269/

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