Multiplication Subtraction Division

Saw this on a commercial recently (and it’s here on the web), and it made me wonder:

“one study found that up to 70% of people who had genital herpes got it from their partner when their partner had no signs or symptoms of an outbreak.”

Now, call me crazy here – but if I read that correctly, we can properly re-interpret that result thusly:

“one study found that more than 30% of people who had genital herpes got it from their partner when there were in fact (insert your own medical description here).”

Yes, 3 out of 10 people who have herpes either were not paying attention to where they put their genitals (which is bad,) or were paying attention and did not care (worse.) I don’t buy the “they didn’t know any better” argument. I don’t know of a single sex-ed argument or curriculum that includes a “red light/green light” slide show.

I’m not sure what else to say. That’s just a fascinating statistic, and one that is cleverly buried in the verbage.

[tags]Ike Pigott, Occam’s RazR, valtrex, herpes, statistics, advertising[/tags]

A novel use for a social media tool

CUPERTINO, California (AP) – An online tool to help you get pregnant? Surely, do not let the April 1 dateline fool you.

While dating and romance sites have helped bring couples together for years, there is now an online service that can actually help existing couples find the right time to conceive. Which is not at all what the creators had in mind.

Twitter.com is the breakout web community of 2007. Based on a simple premise, “What are you doing right now?”, hundreds of thousands of “Twitterers” have been sharing their most mundane thoughts and actions for the past several months. Earlier this year attendees at the influential South By Southwest Conference in Austin spurred the site to a new level, bringing together a massive community of users.

It was exactly the sort of data pool Dr. Phil Larkin needed to test his theory.

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Michael Medved’s Math Lesson

Apparently, I need to add “prophetic visionary” to my online resume.

Or, I can add “shameless plagiarist” to Michael Medved’s.

I recently wrote about the ways in which we can build communities. I still hold that in the long run, you are better off building slow through good content and sound reasoning than you are starting with the universe and whittling down. I called it Addition by Subtraction. It was also designed to be the thematic introduction to Invenntiveness, which continues the meme of defining by “circling the wagons.”

Which leads us to Michael Medved’s latest Townhall.com column, which says everything I was saying, but goes much further into the consequences of using Addition by Subtraction.

In the run-up to the fateful election of 2008, conservatives face a clear-cut choice: we can rebuild our movement as a broad-ranging, mainstream coalition and restore our governing majority, or else settle for a semi-permanent role as angry, doom-speaking complainers on the fringes of American politics and culture.

We can either invite doubters and moderates to join with us in new efforts to affirm American values, or we can push them away because they fail to measure up to our own standards of indignation and ideological purity.

In short, we must choose between addition and subtraction: either building our cause by adding to our numbers or destroying it by discouraging all but the fiercest ideologues.

His basic point advance beyond mine (if you are not so inclined to browse for yourself) is that those who slash the fiercest and cut the deepest in carving their Circles are most likely to end up their own bloody victims.

And thus ends, in circular fashion, my one-minute review of a movie critic. (And Michael, I was kidding about the ‘plagiarist’ crack. I seriously doubt you are one of my dozen readers. Although, if you are, a comment now and then wouldn’t hurt.)

[tags]Ike Pigott, Occam’s RazR, Michael Medved, Ann Coulter, partisanship, social media[/tags]

Cabin Fever

Don’t worry — this won’t be a long post.  In fact, I’m going to throw this out to the nearly dozen of you who read this to provide me your theory.

I had two flights today.  The first leg was from Birmingham to Detroit, and the second from Detroit to DC.  (Yes, I am aware of the inherent humor in that, but someone saved a few dollars.) [Read more...]

Addition by Subtraction

“Social Media.” Oh boy. There’s a topic no one else is writing about.

Everybody and their mother is now a blogging expert. There are a few who have been at it for a while, and have built a nice readership. Then there are people like me, who tend to write about things that only I could care about, and since “blog monetization” and “site traffic trends” are two of the things I don’t care about, I tend to do my own thing.

I do have an insight to add to this whole miasma of theory and conjecture. Stats don’t tell the whole story about how one gets to the top of the blog heap. [Read more...]

Platonic Talk

“Conversation” is the “new black.” - Me.

The experts are crawling all over each other to define the next generation of powerful communication. In this age where Time Magazine celebrates the Consumer-Generated Media Revolution by turning a bunch of Nobodies into “People of the Year,” the word to track is ‘conversation.’ It’s all about the conversation. The conversation is everything. If you aren’t participating in the conversation, you’re not in the game.

My question: when did this become new? [Read more...]

A Place of my Own

Ryan's Room

There are many rites of passage throughout life. Graduation. Driving a car. Marriage. First paycheck. First kid. First debt. But of all of them, one that sticks out for me the most was getting a place of my own.

It was actually tied to taking my first on-air television gig out of town. I remember looking for apartments in south Alabama, and using a rather different method of choosing between the top two candidates. One was in Enterprise and the other was in Ozark — and no offense to the fine people of Ozark, but I had a sense that getting my second job would be easier with an “Enterprise postmark” on the resume.

I remember the freedom of living alone. I remember those Saturday mornings when I would postpone getting dressed, walking around my apartment however I wanted to, because it was mine, and I could, (and no one had yet done those teevee sweeps stunts where the UV lamp revealed all manner of ugliness, but I digress…)

But what about that moment when I truly did have my own place for the first time? I really don’t remember it — and the question arises because my son has just struck out on his own. [Read more...]