Brock,
I do admit to using your comprehensive post as a template to fashion my humble contribution. It's merely a short synopsis. There is some question in my mind, though, about how rare the awakening to rolling-ball might be when the design of the binoculars favors it. Time and circumstance march on, you know, and will probably tell.
I should clarify that to me a "...a better human engineered product" isn't perfect. It's a design that optimizes visual task performance over a wide range of needs for a target population.
Ed
Ed,
"There is some question in my mind, though, about how rare the awakening to rolling-ball might be when the design of the binoculars favors it.
Not sure what you mean by that. Do you mean that if more sports optics companies made binoculars with low distortion that users
en masse will adopt to it? IOW, like the chickens with the inverted prism googles, it was the only view they were able to see, so they had to adapt.
I wonder if they did all adapt or if some were like "rollingballers" who never adapted, and they died from starvation because they kept pecking at the sky for their food.
I tried the 8x42 and 10x42 HGs, each for a month, and never adapted; however, I did comparisons with other binoculars during that time which did not exhibit "rolling ball".
So I've always wondered if I hadn't used any other bins during the time, just the two HGs, if I would have adapted?
Well, as mooreorless would say, it's a "mute" point anyway, since I wouldn't want to limit myself to using only bins that had "rolling ball" since they are all roofs.
But I thought you had some technique for me to adapt to "rolling ball".
One of the maladies I've incurred over the years was chronic labyrinthitis.
I got up one morning and the room was spinning. I laid back down in bed, but that make it worse. Dizziness is a sign of stroke, so I was concerned even though I was only in my early 40s, but I wasn't "dizzy," as if I were about to pass out, but rather I had vertigo like Jimmy Stewart experienced when he looked down from tall buildings. (Kim Novak as the "femme fatale" was great in that movie).
Then I remembered reading a similar story about Alan Shepard, the astronaut, who got grounded because of an inner ear problem that caused vertigo, which started one day when he woke up from bed.
So I rode it out and saw my doctor the next day, and he set me up with some tests at the hospital. By then, the vertigo had settled down, but when the technician blew warm, moist air into the affected ear, my eyes started darting back and forth like someone with nystagmus and the vertigo returned in full force.
Apparently, the balance mechanism in one of my ears has stopped working. The doctor said I might have had a "silent" ear infection caused by a virus. Could be, I guess, but it seems that when doctors don't know what caused a problem, a virus is a pretty handy excuse.
In Shepard's case, in order to be able to fly in space again, doctor's pierced his his eardrum with a fine instrument and destroyed the balance center in his inner ear so his other ear could take over with the balance.
Anyway, to get to the point for the ADD crowd (if they are still reading), the techie gave me some exercises to do to retrain my brain to take visual cues from my environment rather than from my inner ear.
These consisted of turning my head and stopping at certain points and then focusing on an object.
As long as I have visual cues to orient me to what's up and what's down, I'm okay, although colds, allergies, and eating too much salt can trigger the vertigo.
Because I need light to see visual cues, I left my astro club since I can't go to dark sites anymore since the moment I close my eyes (or it gets totally dark), I start stumbling around like a drunk.
The last time I went to Cherry Springs State Park (a "dark sky" park in northern PA), I got disoriented in the dark and went off the bank of a steep drop on my way to the port-a-potties. That was the end of my nighttime hobby and the beginning of my daytime hobby, birding.
I was able to retrain my brain to ignore the inner ear and take cues from the environment about my spatial orientation. I thought you had some trick like that to overcome "rolling ball".