Dunning-Kruger Effect


So, I’m driving down the Interstate thinking about stupid … when two guys on PBS start talking about … you guessed it. It has a name. The Dunning-Kruger effect.


Bertrand Russell (“One of the painful things about our time is that those who feel certainty are stupid, and those with any imagination and understanding are filled with doubt and indecision”)

More later. Cya.


Stupid Definition

Have to start somewhere …
  1. 1.
    lacking intelligence or common sense.
    “I was stupid enough to think she was perfect”
    synonyms: unintelligent, ignorant, dense, foolish, dull-witted, slow, simpleminded, vacuous, vapid,idiotic, imbecilic, imbecile, obtuse, doltish;

    informalthick, dim, dimwitted, slow-witted,dumb, dopey, dozy, moronic, cretinous, pea-brained, halfwitted, soft in the head, brain-dead, boneheaded, thickheaded, wooden-headed, muttonheaded, daft
    “they’re rather stupid”

Old Things Never Die

This blog / web site started out years ago as an unpublished diary. It went silent for years. Came back as a softball site. And other things. Now EFRC. This will be the last entry under “Diary”.

I destroyed some very old things about a week ago, one year after I retired. They were unlabeled DVDs at the bottom of a stack of unused DVDs. My way of hiding them in case of my death. I figured they’d get pitched without being examined. I should mention I’m not sentimental. I took a year to think about this.

The DVDs contained images of scanned hand written pages, electronic messages to myself, digital images, and scanned photos and scanned slides. Accumulated over more than forty years. Long ago I purchased an expensive Microteck scanner and a Minolta slide scanner to deal with the accumulation of hard copy. Things went from hundreds of diskettes to DVDs with other stops along the way. With the exception of a few slides, all hard copy was destroyed after going to electronic media. The images below and a few slides are what’s left.

I thought that when I retired I might have some use for this data. I always warned people at work that I was keeping records and was going to publish some day. A joke? Not sure.

This all amounted to a sort of diary. Started in my late 20s, but my memory going back to age four was included.

So I waited a year after retirement. And pitched it. Okay, there are a few slides and these images.

There was a small amount of good in it. My hatred of my mother was well documented. But the most interesting part, maybe the only interesting part, came from ages 4 and 5.

I had always remembered my oldest memory was being kicked out of bible school in a church, Terre Haute Bible Center, at age five. “Does everyone believe in Jesus as their savior?” I was the only one of perhaps ten who didn’t raise his hand. “Come back when …”. I never went back. Long story that I won’t tell. I have always been an atheist. I define the word. What became interesting was the friendship between my mother and another woman at the church. They were best friends. And here it gets complicated. That woman was the biological mother of one of my best friends from college until now. She and I never knew that our mothers were friends until very much later in life. Small world. They knew we were friends but never told us about their friendship.

And still more complicated. But I had written down a memory from age four. My parents took me to a circus in Terre Haute at age four. The only thing that registered was the lion tamer. I came home with a small book about the lions and kept it for years. Several years passed and I went to Cincinnati Zoo and I came home with a lion/tiger tamers whip. Image below.

Confusing long story short. My friend from above became a zoo keeper, in charge of the small animal area at The Louisville Zoo. Image below. A friend of mine, Leona Gallion, asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up (I was 25 at the time). I told her “zoo keeper”. Seriously, but she laughed. (We were sitting in Mrs Lloyds restaurant at the time. I ended up living across the street from Mrs Lloyd much later in life. Leona was responsible for my first trip to NYC working for McGraw Hill. Another long story.) And then years later … the Exotic Feline Rescue Center, two books down and another one in the works. My step daughter Barbie played softball for many years. I took pictures through chain link fence all that time. And then EFRC and more pictures through chain link fence. I’m an expert at chain link fence. My friend came to hate zoos … and quit. I also came to hate zoos for the same reasons.

Not everything was destroyed:

Cincinnati Zoo
Stephen at Cincinnati Zoo
Marian at Louisville Zoo
Marian at Louisville Zoo
Marian Louisville Zoo
Marian Louisville Zoo
Marian Louisville Zoo
Marian Louisville Zoo patch
My First Hex Calculator
My First Hex Calculator
IBM 360/95 NYC NASA top secret location
IBM 360/95 NYC NASA top secret location
I wrote thousands lof lines of IBM assembler
I wrote thousands lof lines of IBM assembler