J: Hey what up this is jeremy from waverly you remember me 7:43 pm
S: No, but i'm a fellow who used to drink and drug like keith richards on vacation so i suppose anything is possible. Doubt it tho.. 7:47 pm
J: Is this tyler 7:51 pm
S: Most of the time, yeah. Tyler Durden. 9:39 pm
Friday, February 4, 2011
ASS out of U and ME
One of the main issues I’ve always had with the theories of economics are the assumptions. All the social sciences make assumptions, to some degree. Be it statistical analysis, demographic data, or whatever other practical devices these social scientists apply, assumptions are made. The introduction of these assumptions leads inevitably to a common conclusion: The possibility for error is quite real, and at times measurable.
So I was a terrible social scientist. I took four different sections on probability and statistics at KU. It kind of interested me then, and it still does today. The probability—finding the likelihood of an event taking place, and statistics—the application of such data—are important for studying the likelihood of events in everyday life for the social scientist. But assumptions are to be made in these fields.
I could handle the pure math of the studies, but I’d miss those questions on the homework and tests where ridiculous (or not) assumptions were made. As a mathematician, I’d rip apart the sample group before I ever got to ask the set any one of a series of questions. I was hung up on the goddamned assumption.
And so it goes in everyday life. I suppose this is why the sociologist, psychologist, and (to a much lesser extent, in my opinion) the economist throw around assumptions like beads off a Mardi Gras float.
One assumption I’m going to start making is that people are afraid to pick up the goddamned phone. I don’t know why the hell a person would ever call me, make an inquiry, have me reply with a wish to speak a little further about the situation, and then get too busy to pick up the goddamned phone to discuss the situation at hand.
Wild behavior in irrational worlds. That’s our experience on planet Earth. All the communication devices, toys, technologies and tricks available to anyone, anytime of day. And people don’t use them.
Simple shit I’m talking here. A two minute phone call, and at least one person could be feeling a hell of a lot less stupid right now.
But I made an assumption that someone would have a lick of common sense. (Them—Or me? Not sure anymore…) My bad.
So I was a terrible social scientist. I took four different sections on probability and statistics at KU. It kind of interested me then, and it still does today. The probability—finding the likelihood of an event taking place, and statistics—the application of such data—are important for studying the likelihood of events in everyday life for the social scientist. But assumptions are to be made in these fields.
I could handle the pure math of the studies, but I’d miss those questions on the homework and tests where ridiculous (or not) assumptions were made. As a mathematician, I’d rip apart the sample group before I ever got to ask the set any one of a series of questions. I was hung up on the goddamned assumption.
And so it goes in everyday life. I suppose this is why the sociologist, psychologist, and (to a much lesser extent, in my opinion) the economist throw around assumptions like beads off a Mardi Gras float.
One assumption I’m going to start making is that people are afraid to pick up the goddamned phone. I don’t know why the hell a person would ever call me, make an inquiry, have me reply with a wish to speak a little further about the situation, and then get too busy to pick up the goddamned phone to discuss the situation at hand.
Wild behavior in irrational worlds. That’s our experience on planet Earth. All the communication devices, toys, technologies and tricks available to anyone, anytime of day. And people don’t use them.
Simple shit I’m talking here. A two minute phone call, and at least one person could be feeling a hell of a lot less stupid right now.
But I made an assumption that someone would have a lick of common sense. (Them—Or me? Not sure anymore…) My bad.
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