Frischmas Travels
SWP is quiet today, and getting quieter as past comments to existing postings are sanitized like the ABC 9/11 miniseries under pressure from the Clinton Legacy Task Force.
But Deb has not been silent. She's been participating on the SJDM mailing list, on such weighty decision-science topics as sex (important only in terms of global warming) and economics (bad! bad!).
It's not completely unhinged, but you can tell when an attempt at a reasoned reply starts off well, but rapidly snowballs into misspelling Condaleeza Rice's name in hilariously obscene (/sarc) ways.
So...SWP may remain silent for a while, but Dr. Deborah Frisch is posting.
Follow the tubes...
posted by Cthulhu @ 12:47 PM
76 comments
76 Comments:
I'm first with nothing to say!
Dianna said:
Her "poetry" could be improved by paying attention to simple rules, which are clearly explained in a number of places. Just a little critical thinking would save her from some of her errors.
I think that pretty much goes the same if you substitute "Life" for "Poetry"
Nap good. Back now. Doggie jumped up while snuggling during nap and trod upon Mr. Winkie awakening me in a most unpleasant fashion.
That any organization granted her a PhD. is a gross indictment of our system of higher education.
She speaks of loss aversion and risk aversion as separate concepts, when it is intuitively obvious that they are two sides to the same coin. She posits "mathematical" definitions, stretches them out of bounds, then uses the "results" to prove her hypothesis. She treats her definitions as continuous functions when it should not be surprising to anyone that there are probably multiple points of discontinuity - we are describing human behavior, after all. Just as Newtonian physics works well to describe our everyday experiences, but must be replaced with Einsteinian theory when pushed to both upper and lower extremes, the functions she proposes should only be considered when applied to basic decision-making. She also fails to fully consider the applicable limits of her functions, ranging from zero to infinity, when the proper limits should be +/- infinity. These are concepts that I would expect students in an undergraduate seminar to grasp, and not have to explain to someone with a PhD. in the field.
Look, anyone can get a PhD. As long as mommy and daddy have enough money to foot your academic bill. It isn't any harder than putting in the time and money. As long as you write some tripe of a paper, there you go. Especially when you choose some obscure little subject that noone ever heard of, let alone needs or uses.
Having a PhD. is no proof of intelligence, and no more proof that you know what your talking about than just making a simple claim.
her repeated attempts to sound intelligent by using big words and run on sentances is proof of that. She has spent an inordinate amount of time in her earlier posts claiming she is smarter than all but possibly 4 people on the planet. No one of any true intelligence ever makes such claim as their very work is proof enough, and then when it is mentioned by someone they humbly deny it. She has some serious issues either in her past or present that requires her to seek out acknowledgements, and lacking that, gives them to herself.
She has failed at everything in her life save for that degree. She has nothng to show for it except a list of jobs she has lost. Having been on the management end of business for many years prior to my current career, I can tell you that it is easy to be "dazzled" by someone's resume`. The problem though, is someone has to live up to all the claims hey put in one. Fakers and phonies are easily exposed for what and who they are and rapidly lose their jobs and reputation.
Her ever increasing lashing out at the world and everyone in it is further proof that she has been continually exposed as a fraud and ninny, and can no longer obtain a job. In the world of higher education, your rep is all you have and it preceeds you.
Now comes the modern era of the Internet, where everything you say is saved for ever and easily looked up with a simple search. While she may not have been aware of such things before, the day of enlightenment is slowly dawning on her and she doesn't like what she is seeing. Her damage os beyond repair, no matter what she does now. Whether she obtains the mental help she needs or not, the damage is done. This is what she cannot handle.
She has lost her job. She has lost the respect of her peers. She has lost the respect and trust of her family and friends. She has no future that she can see, and so she spins things in her mind as best as she can in an ever more pathetic attempt at saving face.
Hmmm...sanitizing the past comments?
Teh deb's lawyah mustah reeeeellly
put on teh pressure.
That would be the only explaination. Either he finally got around to reading her blog, or someone forwarded it to him, whether an uninterested third party or through discovery from the opposing councils. Unfortunately, once again, the pages have probably been copied and sent and saved anyway, as well as she still doesn't understand that just because you delete it, doesn't mean it still can't be used and/or found.
Like I said, someone is holding her leash.
Also, someone has obviously shown/told her she is incredibly wrong about everything and she is too big a coward to admit that she has been wrong about everything from the very minute she first logged on to the internet.
This isn't right. What happened to our poo flinging, dancing monkey? She owes us. We have come to expect a certain level of lunacy on that dung heap of a blog. Don't tell me someone got through to her and made her realize the error of her ways. I don't buy that for a second. Someone get that krayzee monkey to dance!
I, owever, no longer pity her. That ship has sailed. She has falsely accused me of murder, and that doesn't fly in my book.
The idea that human behavior can be explained -- and predicted -- "scientifically" is just so 19th century. That same sort of mindset gave us Freud and Marx.
Economics is just as chaotic as meteorology. We can get close but we can't get it perfectly (speaking as the "we" in the financial world). Anyone claiming otherwise is trying to sell you something. Most of them are academics.
And while I do believe Her Nibs is genuinely batfrisch crazy, I also believe she would have benefited a great deal at some point in her life with someone telling her NO and giving her a swat on the ass.
And Illinois, I so agree. Someone must've diverted the WTF Vodka truck to Salem.
In my experience she also doesn't know the difference between a Cumulative Density Function and a Probability Density Function. And she thought the failure rates for various kinds of birth control were per encounter rather than per year.
--Timothy
Thanks for the well-reasoned reply Hose.
Coming from the hard sciences I still irrationally expect a PhD. to mean something - for the holder thereof to have made that "original and significant contribution to knowledge". I know what that takes and have nothing but disdain for those who get by with a thesis such as 'An Ad-Hoc Inquiry Concerning the Optimization of the Infrastructure of Primary Educational Institutions at the Interface Between Instruction and Administration'.
I'd have this discussion with Her Frischness, but she is too insecure in her own domain to allow open commentary and even then would probably refuse rebuttal. If you are unwilling to stand up for your own positions, you won't stand up to anything. If you are unwilling to examine another person's viewpoint, and change yours when facts so dictate, you are nothing but a closed vessel that said "when" too early at the fountain of knowledge. Drink deeply or get out of the way and let others who thirst take your place.
Tim -
Is it true she thinks a Cumulative Density Function describes the thickness of the cloud cover?
Does she really think a Probability Density Function describes the chance of getting a class full of freshman Education majors?
Did she really think you couldn't get pregnant if you stopped at the number of encounters below the threshold limit value? Did she think that applied on a daily basis?
Early on, I called her out in a comment, which to her credit she actually posted, asking her if she really just didn't want to go back to the academy and was trying to sabotage herself. I asked her, she not believe in the concept of collegiality (this was after she'd pissed all over various former colleagues, especially the J-o-o-s and conservative/liberarians).
Collegiality: That's been a double-edged sword for professors I know who aren't dogmatically leftist. But for people of good will on either side, and I believe there are liberals who are people of good heart -- that goal of being able to disagree without being disagreeable and in hope to learn from each other, is a good one.
Liberarians? Cheez.
Of course, I meant librarians.
Paddy:
You are a prime example of exactly what I was talking about. You do not feel the need to continually mention what you have and have accomplished. This is the true proof of actual intelligence. Not the waving around of a credential, but the proving of it with every action and word you have and do.
There is an old saying that covers how I feel about this, and especially the supposed intelligence of one Ms. Frischenstein.
"Those who do, do. Those who can't, teach."
No wait, I meant Liberians.
I get emails from them, and I could probably make a gazillian dollars if I'd just let them have my bank account number. I've been giving them Deb's.
Hose,
I just want to let you know that I'm almost at the end of a mid-life career change - I'm finishing up my teaching credential.
A bit different, don't you think Paddy? After all, you are ending a career...she has yet to even begin one.
Blizzardlane -
Just want to be sure you didn't mean libertines.
Hose -
I like Woody Allen's version: "Those who can't do, teach. And those who can't teach, teach gym."
Definitely. In fact it was partly in response to that "Those who can't, teach" problem (often manifested as "those who can't teach"). I've worked with youth at my church for about 15 years and have been constantly amazed at the piss-poor quality of teaching that goes on in high schools. Enough kids and adults told me I should teach that I finally decided I should do something about the problem instead of just complaining about it.
Now education bureaucracy and the credentialing process in California, that's enough to give you ulcers and drive one to drink. Fortunately, I usually walk to pub.
Paddy -
You will break the mold entirely -- as one who can both do and and teach.
That's, like, against some rule of the Universe or something.
Hell, fatwa, I used to be a libertine. I was the damn Statue of Libertine, but there is little money and very little sleep in it. Better to use a brain and avoid government interference.
Hence, I am a middle-age libertarian.
And, for any lawyers viewing this: that was a joke about Liberians. I gave her account number to the librarians, actually.
That's just one of the many things I love about this site - the high quality of the people who frequent it.
As I described in my book, an Amazon.com best seller which was once read by Ron Dellumns on the floor of the House...
"Poit! Narf!"
Don't mean to interrupt, but she bet me I wouldn't. And $50 is $50.
The way I heard it was:
"Those who can, do.
Those who can't, teach.
Those who can't teach, teach PE."
Which is mean. I mean, even Deb hates PE teachers. They probably made her climb the rope. And we all know how that turns out.
climbing the rope in gym class - and we all know how that turns out
so THAT's why I've been harboring a secret crush for Mr. Spankowski all these years...
Lawyer-type-persons:
Given that Deb posted her bank account number for all the world to see, would it in fact be a crime to pass that account number on to other, basically anonymous persons?
I mean, we don't know for a fact that the Liberians, Nigerians, Londoners in all the emails are not honest businesspeople.
Brenda,
Thank you, sincerely.
Paddy...what part of Cali do you live in?
(removing jester hat)
Paddy, I am impressed by your insight, and your dedication.
Oh absolutely. Once she posted it, it bacame openly available. And after all, you may be doing her a huge favor. I can think of no one more deserving of lost Nigerian gold than Dr. Frischenstein. She must be getting close to E on the ol cash gauge. How much Ramen does 15 bucks buy now a days?
"Star Wars Ep III" in HD on right now. WEEEEEEEEEE
Sulla -
Tonight we take over the world!
The entire movie3 was shot with HD cameras digitally. It was made to be viewed this way
Paddy: My recollections are based on a single class like five years ago, but she did claim that using condoms and hormonal birthcontrol would still result in an awful lot of pregnancies if you multiplied out the failure rates. IIRC her statement also implied that P(Pregnancy|UnprotectedSex)=1, which is fairly laughable.
Hose,
$15 buys a LOT of ramen...
Paddy -
I can tell you that I love your wit and humor, but I am damn impressed that you read Deb's looong, poorly-written posts on that listserv - and are able to make cogent observations thereof.
That is true academic dedication. Your students will be lucky to have you.
Sulla:
"Poit! Narf!"
I second that with a "Zort! Egad!"
Of course she believes that pregnancy is inevitable. She believes that MEN are undeniable.
I can't imagine what kind of pathology leads someone to consider having a penis or being white a "risk factor."
Godamighty, I've been living like Evel Knievel!
And follow that up with a "How Spielbergian!"
this probably falls into the category of "you don't HAVE to go for the joke EVERY. SINGLE. TIME." but...
I think some gaps even Evel Kneivel wouldn't dare jump...
I keeed, I keeed...
blizzardlane -
A risk I enjoy. And if Deb can't take those risks, it's more risk for us!
And that's a Good Thing.
In re: the "those who can" quote - it's from George Bernard Shaw, the appendix to one of his plays. It's actually an injunction to the readers of this activist, socialist screed:
Those who can, do.
Those who can't, teach
Those who can't teach, write.
Even in his own era, that led to much hilarity and mockery. To say nothing of what happened with fairly mild changes in emphasis.
Pinky...are you pondering what I'm pondering?
I think so Brain, but this time it's your turn to wear the Liederhosen
Hence, I am a middle-age libertarian.
[Sigh]
Me too, Blizzardlane.
Tonight we take over the world!
Was that tonight? Oh, man...I was planning to do my hair.
I should have added "FJORD!".
Let me tell ya...there is nothing I like more than a woman that takes risks.
Especially in jeans, tshirt, boots, ponytail, baseball hat and a jeep or truck. Redhair is a bonus
Anyone know anyone like that?
My favorite part of the movie. "Die Jedi Scum!!!"
Especially in jeans, tshirt, boots, ponytail, baseball hat and a jeep or truck. Redhair is a bonus
You working from a photo or something, Hose?
Cuz that's totally cheating.
Oh dear. That totally sounded wrong. Let's get this straight:
I am a libertarian (generally)
I am a woman (all the time,
and from birth)
I have a sense of humor
(but sometimes I leave it
in my other purse.)
Blizz:
I have a sense of humor
(but sometimes I leave it
in my other purse.)
Heh.© I like that, I wish I could use it, but the "I must have left in my other pants," doesn't always go over so well.
It's not me. I have a beenie cap, and my only pair of boots are stylish little ankle-high teasers.
I've got the jeans, t-shirt, truck and hair, tho.
And bless all your hearts, but I'm never going to be middle-aged. In fact, I intend for my final career to be 'Nursing Home Slut'. Which, you have to admit, is kind of an immature goal.
Blizzardlane -
Didn't sound wrong to me.
And you left off "readhead".
Readhead = redhead.
D'oh!
Now you all know why I never studied the violin.
I intend for my final career to be 'Nursing Home Slut'. Which, you have to admit, is kind of an immature goal.
Perhaps, but it's also a commendable one.
[Stifles a multitude of off-color, old-age-related remarks]
Oh, I'm a bottleblonde, no reason why I couldn't be a bottle redhead. I was back in my college days: a gen-u-wine henna redhead.
Oh man, 24 hours till Hawai'i.
You know what, gang? I think teh thing® entered rehab. Check out the time stamps of her recent posts on that Society of Risky Anal Decisions (or whatever the hell it's called):
9/5 - 08:55:30
9/6 - 08:52:23
9/7 - 09:21:32
9/7 - 11:38:30
She's posted at almost the exact same time (morning break?) for the last three days and then threw in an extra post today right about lunch hour.
Huh. That is interesting. If she has, I hope it's a genuine effort to get straight and not a 'But Judge, I went to Rehab' kind of thing.
Because God knows she needs the help.
I'm sure her family would be glad to see that happen but, if she did go, I bet it was a lawyer who convinced her.
She's not in rehab.
But maybe her caretaker has a smoke break while Dweebie slips the retrainst off long enough for a quick comment.
uh, make that restraints.
Off topic, something I posted earlier at Ace of Spades HQ. The question: a rally to rebuild the towers.
I dunno.
I hated those big square things every time I went into Manhattan from my little refuge in NJ, except...
Except...
Except the first time, and every time since then, that I have been on the train leaving Newark Penn and looking across the tidal flats, and them not being there. I remembered how gorgeous -- I mean, breathtakingly gorgeous, they were in the setting sun. The entire western face would be gold; something about the glazing would set the entire buildings on fire, and they would glow across the Hudson at us on NJ Transit, two big, thick sticks of gilded fire against the eastern sky.
The first time I left and they weren't there, I cried. I didn't even realize that I WAS crying until I had to wipe my face because it was dripping on my book. I was looking out, and there was nothing there. Nothing. Not those big blocks of fire.
Just a few weeks ago, I was going to NYC on a weekend trip with my husband from Washington. We were pulling into the city at sunset, and they still weren't there. I felt my throat tightening up. My husband, a Washington native, held my hand a little tighter when I pointed at the skyline. I think he knew.
Blizz -
I just read your comment at AoS not three minutes ago.
I need to dig up the rant I scrawled about rebuilding the WTC (written tow or three days after the attacks) and post it at my little moron blog.
Back in a few...
Oh, blizzard. That is so moving.
It's not nearly as romantic as the WTC, but I did have to take the Yellow Line into DC on the morning of Sept. 12. We crossed the Potomac that way after rolling slowly, but not stopping, through the Pentagon station, watching Marines in full armor standing at the ready on the platform.
Everyone in my car got very quiet when we emerged from the tunnel to cross the river via bridge. Everyone turned to look at the thick smoke coming from the face of the Pentagon farthest away from us.
No one spoke. It's hard, people, HARD to get Metro riders to shut up, but everyone did. Total silence, even a little sobbing, and a lot of quiet prayers, as we all looked west toward the ruins we couldn't even see. The Pentagon is so big that the wound was a mile away.
On Sept. 11 I'll be at Pearl Harbor. For some reason, that seemed fitting.
Blizzard,
[clap, clap, clap]
I may have a tougher time with this anniversary than I thought.
Sorry about the spew. You guys are too kind.
Blizzardlane -
If that qualifies as spew, well, then, the world clearly needs more spew.
Well done.
Hose -
O.C.
It is a hard anniversary, it should be. I don't have the right words to be eloquent, and no stories to share. All I can do is remember and be a witness.
Thank you, blizzard, for the words and the story.
sbh,
It's worth a lot.
Thank you.
blizzard;
"Except the first time, and every time since then, that I have been on the train leaving Newark Penn and looking across the tidal flats, and them not being there. I remembered how gorgeous -- I mean, breathtakingly gorgeous, they were in the setting sun. The entire western face would be gold; something about the glazing would set the entire buildings on fire, and they would glow across the Hudson at us on NJ Transit, two big, thick sticks of gilded fire against the eastern sky."
Figured you were a homegirl.
You should have seen them at night from seaward. You'd pass Ambrose light, then the dredges, and through the Verrazanno Narrows.
If you were anchoring at the Stapleton anchorage or off of Red Hook, you'd take a starboard turn to the north, Brooklyn would slide by, and there they'd be.
If you were inbound for Port Elizabeth, you'd sidle around the back of Staten Island or the industrial side of Bayonne, and there'd they'd be.
FWIW, I think the new building planned is faggoty new-age tripe.
I say build both of 'em right back up, but add another story to each.
That's Noo Yawk for:
"Fuck You!" as spoken in architecture.
Regards;
"Did you know that SkyTV is releasing Terry Pratchett's "Hogfather" for christmas this year? Not animated. Looks great!
We read the book aloud in a marathon ChristmasEve event last year! "
Hey hey, sbh! That's great news! I have been waiting a long time for media to give Pratchett a decent treatment! I have everything he has written, including the kids books.
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