The Twelve Man / Thirteen Man Problem

If you enjoy Sam Loyd, you may also want to check out my post Sam Loyd’s Trick Mules. – MB

Every few years the “twelve man / thirteen man” puzzle makes its way around the Internet. And every time I see it I am baffled.

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, click here. That’s an animated gif, so keep watching until things move. When the image first appears, count how many men there are. Then, after the top halves swap, count them again. The first time you should count twelve; the second, thirteen.

I’ve long suspected that I could figure out the trick if I really applied myself but, slacker that I am, consistently given up after a minute or so.

Well, I came across the “twelve man / thirteen man” illusion yet again today. But this time there was an accompanying image by Matthew Sturges, one that colors the men and shows both their start and end positions. I took his image, added numbers, and finally think I can see what’s going on here.

There’s two reasons this is so hard to wrap your mind around, I’ve concluded. The first is that the drawings look unrefined, which both disguises the fact that the solution is very subtle, and gives the viewer few key features to use as reference. About the only clearly identifiable body parts are heads, torsos, arms, legs, crotches, and feet. Note that their hands are all hidden behind their backs — crafty, that.

The second reason this illusion tends to defy analysis, I think, is because there is no “smoking gun” solution to it, something you can point to and say “Aha! Here’s where the 13th man comes from.” That’s because the thirteenth man comes from all twelve of the others.

Look at the start configuration and note that there are twelve of each body part: twelve heads, twelve torsos, twelves pairs of legs, etc. Now look at the end configuration and note that there are thirteen of each body part. That makes it seem as if a thirteenth person has somehow materialized.

But now narrow your focus. Instead of looking at the whole pictures, just pick a single body part. Pick a man in the first picture, look to see where your chosen body part is, and then look to see where it ends up in the end configuration. Now repeat this for all twelve of the men. In all cases — and this is the key point, kids — one of the twelve instances of a body part in the first picture is bisected and used twice in the second.

For example, let’s look at faces. Man #1’s face in the first picture is below the divider, so it remains with man #1 in the second picture; man #2’s face (along with the rest of his head) goes to man #9; man #3’s face goes to man #10. So far so good. Now look at man #4. His face is split in half, with the top half going to man #11, and the bottom remaining with man #4. In other words, the single face owned by man #4 in the start configuration is now two faces in the end configuration; in other other words, where there were twelve faces there are now thirteen.

Pick another body part, do it again, and again you’ll see that one of the body parts in the first picture is split and used as two in the second.

Here’s the breakdown:

  • Hair: #1 -> both #1 & #8
  • Face: #4 -> both #4 & #11
  • Arms: #2 -> both #2 & #9
  • Torso: #9 -> both #5 & #9
  • Crotch (i.e., point where legs meet torso): #5 -> both #5 & #12
  • Legs: #12 -> both #7 & #12
  • Feet: #10 -> both #6 & #13

So in the second picture we get a new head of hair, a new face, a new pair of arms, a new torso, a new crotch, a new pair of legs, and a new pair of feet — all of which adds up to an entire new person. But these parts are distributed amongst thirteen different composites. Thus, you can’t point to any one person in the second images and say “he’s the new one.”

[There used to be a few more paragraphs here describing which men in the first picture contributed what to whom in the second, but Jon’s illustration, in the update below, neatly summarizes everything.]

If you’re still not getting it, take a look at this simplified version of the illusion, where I magically turn five lines into six:

The “twelve man / thirteen man problem” operates on exactly the same principle, although it’s cleverly convoluted to make it seem like there’s more going on. Notice, for instance, that, on the average, the men in the second picture are shorter than the men in the first, as is the case with the lines above.

Incidentally, this is a variation on Sam Loyd’s famous “Get Off The Earth” puzzle, which you can read more about here.

Update: Good gravy, I can’t believe I’m got to spill yet more virtual ink on this. But I did say I wanted this to be the definitive page on the subject, so here we go.

Some folks in the comments and claiming that the 12-13 Man Problem is waaaaay more straightforward than I am making it out to be. “Look,” they say, “you have 12 men in the first picture. You split them into 24 halves and recombine 22 of those halves into 11 people. Then — and this is the entire trick — you point to the remaining two halves and claim they are full people. 11 + 2 = 13 men. In the final configuration, the two ‘half men’ are #1 and #13, each of which gives up a half and doesn’t get one back.”

They people making this argument are absolutely right: that’s how the trick works in principle, and I said as much in giving the illustration of lines. But they are ignoring the key element that makes the 12-13 Man Problem different from the line example. If you bisect a line you can truthfully call each of the resultant halves a “line,” but if you cut a person in half you can’t claim that you haven’t really done anything because each of the two halves is a person itself. (Believe me, when I used this line the police were not impressed …)

The 12-13 Man Problem is so baffling because each of the final thirteen men looks like a full person, even the two “half-men.” And it’s not just #1 and #13 that are involved: if you were to take the missing half of #1 and the missing half of #13 and put them together, one of your men in the final configuration would consist of nothing more than a scalp on a pair of feet.

No, all the men are altered. And luckily for me, Jon over at Corporate Superhero has created an image that shows how:

In his words: “Basically, the puzzle works by cutting each person in two, taking a small slice of them (1/12 of their height) and passes it over to the right until after 12 people you end up with a whole extra person. Then the creator mixed up the order of the people so that you couldn’t see what he did.”

Thank you, Jon — your picture is worth several thousand of my words.

Belated 2004 Recap

Biggest Event Of The Year: Up and borning a kid.

Second Biggest Event Of The Year: Finally getting “Who Let The Dogs Out” out of my head. ARGH NOW ITS IN THERE AGAIN FUCK!

Favorite Movies Seen In The Theater: Lost In Translation (Yeah, it’s a 2003 film, but I saw it early in 2004), Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (ditto), The Incredibles, Garden State, Shaun of the Dead.

Most Disappointing Movie Seen In The Theater: Didn’t see any real duds this year, although the headache-inducing shaky-cam style of The Bourne Supremacy prevented me from really enjoying it.

Best TV Shows (Seen On DVD): Freaks & Geeks (so great!) and The Office (so great!).

Movie I got on DVD and didn’t watch for weeks because I was scared that it would be godawful and ruin my fond childhood memories of it, but turned out to be pretty good: Ghostbusters. Dan Ackroyd’s delivery of “I couldn’t help it, he just popped in there” is one of the funniest moments in cinema.

Movie I Watched On DVD That Inspired The Aforementioned Dread By Being Awful And Fond-Memory Ruinous: Tron.

Favorite Fiction Books Read: You know, I can’t say that I read any particularly outstanding fiction books in 2004. Recommendations for 2005 in the comments, please.

Favorite Non-Fiction Book Read: The Elegant Universe, The Last American Man, Stiff.

Book I Read The Least Of: Foucault’s Pendulum (text on back, first paragraph)

Favorite Album: I listened to the Garden State Soundtrack a lot, despite owning almost all the CDs the songs were taken from.

Only Show I Went To: Sondre Lerche.

My Review: “The best show I saw all year!”

Favorite Board Games: Ticket To Ride, Attika, Hansa.

Video Game Tried At A Friend’s House That Made Me Want To Devote The Remainder Of My Life To Playing: Katamari Damacy. Exhibit A as to why I don’t own a video game system.

Life Lesson Learned Playing Panda Pang: If you see a bomb on the ground, do not pick it up.

Thing That I Really Like That I Continued To Really Like In 2004: Beer.

Thing That I Really Hate That I Continued To Really Hate In 2004: Powerpoint.

Worst Ramification Of The Presidential Election: Bush wins second term.

Most Astute (And Depressing) Observation Made After The Presidential Election: “I feel rotten for wasting so much of my spare time reading political blogs. It’s like when I got hooked on the OJ Simpson trial — I could have learned a foreign language or written a book in the block of time I allocated to OJ.” — my dad

Best Ramification Of The Presidential Election, And A Direct Result Of The Above Two Items: I haven’t paid a whit of attention to politics since November 2. I’m so much happier! I’m like a born-again apathetic!

Longtime Goal That I Actually Met in 2004: Started riding my bicycle to work.

Longtime Goals That I Failed Meet In 2004: The rest.

What A Waist

I bought a new pair of jeans, and, after wearing them for about a month (not continuously), I’ve come to realize that they are too big for me. I’ll probably need to gain another 15 pounds for them to fit comfortably. And, yes, this means I’ll have to drink more alcohol, increase my consumption of carbs, and stop excercising altogether, but I don’t really have an alternative. If I don’t, the thirty bucks I spent on these pants will be, like, a total waste.

Three Items That Have Pretty Much Nothing In Common

  1. Seattleites! Here’s a Excel spreadsheet listing Happy Hours of local watering holes. Don’t say I never gave you nuthin’.
  2. New fathers! Whoa, Be Prepared: A Practical Handbook For New Fathers is a great, great book. When I saw it at the library I almost left it behind because it looked too jokey, but it actually turns out to one of the most useful new parent guides I’ve read thus far. New papas: read it; new mamas: pick it up for the spouse. For more info check out this review from Daddy Types.
  3. People who have just taken drugs! This is perhaps the most mesmerizing animated gif of all time.

The Race-ists Club

Some of of my of friends banded together to form The Race-ists Club. Every Sunday two of them run a 200 m. foot race to see who will win, and, afterwards, everyone heads to a local pub to celebrate the outcome. Although members aren’t technically required to be out-of-shape when they join, they are prohibited from training for their race in any way.

This was the exciting photo finish to last Sunday’s match, in which Matt (or, as he’s commonly known in Seattle, Drunk Of The Week) squeaked out a victory over Race-ists Club founder Reuben.

Odds and Ends

  • Over the weekend I saw a woman driving while talking on her cell phone. She cut off another car in traffic, and the man in the second vehicle clearly wanted to honk his horn or make an obscene gesture in anger, but was unable to because he, too, was talking on a cell phone.
  • Yesterday I ate asparagus for dinner. Today, in the men’s restroom at work, I considered turning to the guy at the urinal next to mine and apologizing, but concluded that this would probably be a breach of etiquette.
  • Spam Subjectline: ” Is GOLD ready to EXPLODE?” Man I hope not, or some of the people I ride the bus with are going to need some major dental work afterwards.
  • Sleeprunning

    This was my dream.

    I arrived at the start of a 10K race clad in shorts and running shoes, and was surprised to discover that I was the only apparent participant. Even so, the race officials were very eager to get me started. They urged me to get behind the start line and fired the starter’s pistol the moment I had done so.

    I trotted off all by myself while the spectators cheered me on. I wasn’t familiar with the race’s route, but occasionally saw crude arrows chalked onto the pavement and followed those. These seemed to be keeping me on course, as there were still throngs spectators around. But as I reached the third mile or so, the people stopped cheering and began to get impatient. “Come on!” they started to yell. “Hurry up!”

    Finally I found myself running inside a shopping mall, unable to find any more arrows to guide my way. Just as I became frustrated, I saw a race official and jogged over to him.

    “First of all,” I asked, “How come no one else showed up for the race.”

    “Actually, thousands of people are running it,” He told me. “But instead of running the race all at the same time, everyone is running it sequentially, in alphabetical order. As a ‘Baldwin,’ you were the first.” (Apparently Pamela Anderson was not participating.) “They are waiting for you to finish so the next guy can start.”

    “Oh, great!” I cried. “And I don’t even know where I’m going. I can’t find any more arrows.”

    The official gestured toward an Old Navy bag that was lying on the ground nearby. I went over, picked it up, and looked inside. It contained hundreds of jigsaw pieces.”

    “When assembled,” the official told me, “the puzzle will show your next destination.”

    Psychoanalysis we will leave as an exercise for the reader.

    Dear Me

    Dear Journalists: Please stop describing each and every confluence of events as a perfect storm. I think we’re pretty much done with that. And don’t get tricky by putting ‘perfect storm’ in scare quotes or by calling it a so-called perfect storm, because we all know that’s just secret code for “couldn’t come up with my own analogy.”

    Also! Dear TV Sitcom Commercial Writers: I’m pretty sure that “putting the fun into dysfunctional!” joke has been made before. Sorry.

    Likewise! Dear TV Drama Commercial Writers: Your assertions notwithstanding, there probably are some things that could adequately prepare me for the shocking finale.

    In conclusion! Dear everyone on Earth: Stop scuffing your feet when you walk, fercrissakes. What are you, seven?