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Monday, December 21, 2015
The 18th day of the 12th month, the 6th year of the blog

I slept through it. When I woke up I couldn't figure out how to log in to the blog. Finally by logging into a number of the female's offshore accounts (her attempt to make the Presbyterian Uber Reformed Evangelicals a global body) I was able to recover my own information. Here is a public exposé (I speak French! -- as the sole elder of the global body I have to) of the female's inability to let her right hand know what her left hand is doing -- because she can't figure out which is which.  (I found it rifling through her accounts.  It seemed to deserve public censure.)

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[the words of the female]: I was disturbed recently to find again that I could not speak with any confidence of the right hand or of the left. I was trying to give simple directions about where something was on a stationery object, and I got confused about whether my right was also the object's right, or the right of the person to whom I was speaking, or even my own right. Maybe it was really my left. I had to make an 'L' with my fingers to make sure. Then I had to type an 'L'. Then I had to look an 'L' up on the internet. Then I looked up on the internet why some people have trouble telling right from left.

Ahem. (from: http://bodyodd.nbcnews.com/_news/2012/04/24/11359120-why-some-cant-tell-left-from-right?lite)

. . . in 1978, researchers polled 364 university faculty, none of whom had any known neurological problems, and all of whom would seem to be smarter than the Three Stooges. It turned out that left-right confusion was common, especially among the women. The question was, why?
It’s now 34 years later and, said Eric Chudler, director of the Center for Sensorimotor Neural Engineering at the University of Washington, whose work depends on knowing left from right, “that’s a difficult question. I don’t know if any answer exists.”
According to M.K. Holder, executive director of the Handedness Research Institute, and an adjunct assistant professor of psychological and brain sciences at Indiana University, the link between brain “lateralization” -- the way specific functions appear to reside in left or right sides of our brains -- and handedness (or even what we mean when we say “handedness”) is still unclear.
But there does appear to be a link between degree of lateralization and confusion.
For example, left-right confusion may be related to spatial reasoning. If so, it might help explain why it’s more common in women than men; as a group, women tend to underperform on a critical test of spatial reasoning, called mental rotation, that requires subjects to mentally rotate images to tell if they’re identical or mirror images of each other. . . ​

At this point I nearly screamed and exited the web page. I can only think that this is one of those things men do like rotating sentence structures ('Happy it is'; 'Disturbed am I'; 'Trouble it will be') because it makes them feel like a Jedi master. They walk through the living room rotating the furniture in their mind. Why should a woman, a sane, well balanced woman, who doesn't go around zapping animals with a colored light beam, ever do such a thing?

I can only think of one circumstance in which it might be useful.

It occurred to me to wonder if there is any correlation between 'confused handedness', and gliding in the lane when attempting to check a blind spot, while driving. I can't help wondering if there is a correlation between these issues for personal reasons.

I have often wondered if our highways would not be safer if this class of drivers were retrained not to attempt to verify the presence of other cars before changing lanes. Something like a quick statistical analysis based on past errors, or even 'eenie meenie miney mo' might prove safer. But it occurred to me that if this is indeed linked to 'handedness confusedness', there would be an even simpler solution. Therapeutic mental rotation of objects. One could simply train these drivers to mentally rotate all the traffic in their minds, until the other cars are coming straight at them. They could then discern whether the cars were identical or only mirror images . . .

A few short therapeutic sessions would do the trick. These drivers would start zapping all the cars with colored light beams. Our roadways would be protected by Jedi masters. Great it would be.
posted by Zack @ 12/21/2015 02:40:00 PM   2 comments

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