Saturday, August 31, 2024

Color My World

Sometimes nostalgia isn't all that attractive.  Sometimes it's a little seedy.

The lights are down. The people who brought alcohol or dope are wasted, the people who didn't are wondering why this event was called a "party." The 8 girls on the committee, plus their two boyfriends (well, one is just a friend who is always around to help) are starting to clean up the decorations, ashtrays, and empty cups. Couples hold each other on the dance floor, with no longer any pretense of dancing.

You thought, you young 'uns, that "Stairway to Heaven" was always the last song for the last 50 years, because it's from the 70's and has been the last song your entire lives. But it wasn't. This was the last song. It sucked then, too.


 

What Is Wrong With The World?

The Times asked GK Chesterton that over a century ago.  I reported his answer in 2009, acted on it for a month or so, and got some very nice comments.

Thursday, August 29, 2024

King O' The Cats

An English tale, though there are Irish and Scottish versions as well. My wife used to tell this one at school and at library story hour.  She told another one about "hundreds of cats, thousands of cats, millions and billions and trillions of cats" while throwing stuffed cats from a bag about the room, based on the book by Wanda Gag.  Third-graders absolutely loved that.  But this one is a bit more alarming and that frisson of fear - many of the children had cats of their own at home after all - was memorable, and they would ask for it again. Tracy has the knack for the right balance of fear and humor with these.

ONE winter's evening the sexton's wife was sitting by the fireside with her big black cat, Old Tom, on the other side, both half asleep and waiting for the master to come home. They waited and they waited, but still he didn't come, till at last he came rushing in, calling out, 'Who's Tommy Tildrum?' in such a wild way that both his wife and his cat stared at him to know what was the matter.

'Why, what's the matter?' said his wife, 'and why do you want to know who Tommy Tildrum is?'

'Oh, I've had such an adventure. I was digging away at old Mr Fordyce's grave when I suppose I must have dropped asleep, and only woke up by hearing a cat's Miaou.'

'Miaou!' said Old Tom in answer.

'Yes, just like that! So I looked over the edge of the grave, and what do you think I saw?'

'Now, how can I tell?' said the sexton's wife.

'Why, nine black cats all like our friend Tom here, all with a white spot on their chestesses. And what do you think they were carrying? Why, a small coffin covered with a black velvet pall, and on the pall was a small coronet all of gold, and at every third step they took they cried all together, Miaou -- '

'Miaou!' said Old Tom again.

'Yes, just like that!' said the sexton; 'and as they came nearer and nearer to me I could see them more distinctly; because their eyes shone out with a sort of green light. Well, they all came towards me, eight of them carrying the coffin, and the biggest cat of all walking in front for all the world like -- but look at our Tom, how he's looking at me. You'd think he knew all I was saying.'

'Go on, go on,' said his wife; 'never mind Old Tom.'

'Well, as I was a-saying, they came towards me slowly and solemnly, and at every third step crying all together, Miaou --'

'Miaou!' said Old Tom again.

'Yes, just like that, till they came and stood right opposite Mr Fordyce's grave, where I was, when they all stood still and looked straight at me. I did feel queer, that I did! But look at Old Tom; he's looking at me just like they did.'

'Go on, go on,' said his wife; 'never mind Old Tom.'

'Where was I? Oh, they stood still looking at me, when the one that wasn't carrying the coffin came forward and, staring straight at me, said to me -- yes, I tell 'ee, said to me, with a squeaky voice, "Tell Tom Tildrum that Tim Toldrum's dead," and that's why I asked you if you knew who Tom Tildrum was, for how can I tell Tom Tildrum Tim Toldrum's dead if I don't know who Tom Tildrum is?'

'Look at Old Tom, look at Old Tom!' screamed his wife.

And well he might look, for Tom was swelling and Tom was staring, and at last Tom shrieked out, 'What -- old Tom dead! then I'm the King o' the Cats!' and rushed up the chimney and was nevermore seen.


Wednesday, August 28, 2024

The Stars And Stripes Forever

 

The piccolo part comes in at about the three minute mark.

In Praise of Occasional or Moderate Drunkenness

 What School Didn't Teach Us: You Need To Lose Control, by Kat Rosenfeld.  Not the usual posting here, but I see the sense of it.

There’s a scene I love, toward the end of The Lord of the Rings trilogy, after the adventure is over and ordinary life has begun anew: Our heroes, Frodo and Sam and Pippin and Merry, are drinking at the local pub, when Sam spots a girl across the room who he’s admired from afar all his life. Something flickers across his face, equal parts desire and determination; this is his moment, his destiny. 

But before Sam makes his move, he does one more thing: He throws back his pint.

I was surprised that she did not reference the book Drunk: How We Sipped, Danced, and Stumbled Our Way to Civilization.

I worked with alcoholics and addicts for over forty years, and saw how substances complicate mental illness. 

She's still right.

Tuesday, August 27, 2024

Working For A Non-Profit

Originally published October 2008.  The last comment is poignant.

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It's not that for-profit enterprises are immune from this sort of nonsense, but get a load of this laudatory newspaper article:

(Deleted's) job entails engaging in community partnerships with leaders of other organizations to determine what might be emerging trends or issues in the community. They try to work together through this process to find solutions to the problems they see.
I imagine a lot of donuts are involved in doing this.

Kalyi Jag

It's a Roma traditional group from the Northeast of Hungary, up near the Romanian, Slovakian, and Ukrainian borders. 



Psychedelics

Ann Althouse carried the NYT story on the constant mucking up of the data by the researchers in trials of psychedelics. Too many of them can't keep their hands off the stuff for personal use and become advocates instead of objective researchers.

My first thought was "If this is that important to you, and you think this will be a great boon to all humanity, then why can't you put in the effort to do the studies right? Get people who are completely clean, completely objective, and put them out there to do the objective work.  Not the people who say that therapists should be strongly encouraged to have their own psychedelic experiences because it will help them understand their patients better.

Stoners were probably better at writing and playing stoner music when stoned.  The Grateful Dead, for example.  And maybe jazz musicians as well.  Trippers better at writing trippy music, drunks better at writing the various types of alcohol-fueled music. Maybe.  I'll accept the premise.  But I knew plenty of guys who insisted they were better guitarists stoned, but were demonstrably worse, they just had the subjective impression they were better. So you feel like you understand your patients better...does that mean anything? How did the patients rate that?  What were the results?

All very obvious.

But I put the question out to one of my email threads, and long-time friend of the blog Tim McMahan-King (King-McMahan?  I never remember) pointed out that the problem with MDMA might be that it works.  It does what it says it will, relaxing people's defenses so that they trust their therapist more quickly, suppressing the reticence and fears that nature has selected for for millions of years.  What could possibly go wrong there?  And there have been abuses, of  (his words)  

...a woman who had PTSD from sexual assault. She participated in a trial in Canada, was "healed" and then went on to spend the next several years speaking at conferences and to the press about how amazing MDMA and psychedelics are. During this time, she moved in with the therapist who had conducted her sessions and lived in a polyamorous relationship with him and his wife. It was only years after she suddenly realized how unhealthy everything was and that the therapist was taking advantage of her and had been manipulating her from their very first session. So, everyone 'trusted' each other and didn't see the danger and so it went unreported for years and she had been listed as a 'success' story.

It's this story.

I have mostly not opined about psychedelics much myself, but linked to people who know more about the subject and seem smarter than me. Aeon, ACX, and Tim previously. That latest (lattest?) is also interested in what we now call abusables being used by earlier cultures, including in the Bible. Not my topic, but some of you might be interested.


Monday, August 26, 2024

The Best Answer

There is a character in Piers Anthony's "Xanth*" series, Grundy the Golem. He was assembled out of inanimate materials but displayed a fair bit of personality. One of the repeating bits in the series was the Good Magician Humphrey, who would answer any question in exchange for a year of service. Grundy came to him and asked "Do I have a soul?" and started his year of service.

Humphrey did better than a yes or no answer.  In the end, he told Grundy "Only creatures with souls care about the answer." That sticks to the heart.

My second son was worried, as religious and serious children are, whether he was saved or not.  That is the evangelical version of a similar question about going to heaven (or not going to hell), or being among The Elect or The Chosen in other groups. This was about sixth grade, as I recall. All the nice Baptist(ish) teachers quoted various Bible verses to him to reassure him, not getting the basic point that it was other verses in the Bible that were making him nervous. 

Someone - my wife perhaps - paraphrased Augustine to him.  He knew enough to know that that was a Big Name.  WRT to salvation "If you want to be, you probably are."  This was the key that turned the lock.  It was a Good Magician Humphrey sort of answer, reassuring him at a deeper level both intellectually and emotionally.

I wish I could do that.  There are people who know how to give the perfect present, or pay the most satisfying compliment, and I envy them.

*Good characters, too many puns and obvious jokes, interesting plot ideas, only partly recommended.  I stopped at Book VI, I think there were a dozen.

Sunday, August 25, 2024

Cognitive Lingusistics Through Misheard Lyrics

Originally posted 2008.  Updates printed in bold.

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One of the debates in linguistics is whether there is a grammar embedded in us genetically. One side claims that the marvelously versatile and plastic human brain learns words and speech because that is what the infant is presented with. The brain would adjust itself to some other form of communication equally well - there is little or no brain structure which must be used for language. It happens to be used for language because that is the raw material presented to baby.

The other side, following Chomsky, holds that there are brain structures which are pre-installed for language. The terms Deep Structure, Universal Grammar and Transformational Grammar are used in this context, if you want to go look up the subject more thoroughly. I will note in passing that Deep Structure enjoyed a faddish fame in the 70's (and maybe later, though I wasn't paying attention then), supposedly referring to mythic profundities that underlay music, art, and theater. All the Jungians were very into this, and the Joseph Campbell people fall into this swamp from time to time as well. Deep Structure is actually only a rather banal technical term in linguistics. Steven Pinker calls it a "useful gadget."

The evidence for the Chomskyite view has accumulated over the years, and the current dominant belief is that specific language structures are in the genes. However, the fact that AI seems to be developing grammar based solely on inputs is mucking that up these days. Reply hazy, ask again later, I say.  Linguists are fond of ingenious experiment design to tease out ambiguous evidence, but you can do one experiment in your own head. Contrary to the postmodern view that our expectations hugely affect what we hear, we actually do a lot of hearing, in the sense of the brain dividing long chains of sound up into words, before our expectations get their grubby little hands on meaning. It is true that our expectations have some effect on interpretation, especially at the margins, but these are so far downstream as to be of minor importance.

Human speech has few clear breaks between words. Fluent speakers, especially in informal conversation, run everything together. If you have briefly studied a language and expect to be able to understand it spoken, you find that you cannot pick out a single word of a sentence - you can't even tell where one word leaves off and another begins. Only after much hearing does your brain begin to predigest the sounds into words for you. Then, armed with a clear few words of each sentence, you can begin to interpret based on gesture and context.

This is why receptive understanding of a language one learned when young lasts much longer than speaking that language. Logically, it should be the other way around: we should be able to take a hundred remembered verbs, a hundred adjectives, and a few hundred nouns and make do even decades later. The thousands of words that other speakers might throw at us should be a much harder list to hold in long term memory. But it is not so. Once trained to a language, the brain breaks up the stream of sound into the correct discrete words, even when it has forgotten what those words mean. (Interestingly, this sometimes takes a period of adjustment, as if the mind is searching for the correct language archives, but once found, switches over quickly.)

Misheard lyrics are your at-home evidence. Because singing is unlike speech in cadence, the brain has trouble finding the breaks. It settles for breaking the stream into any words that are close, then sends it on to another part of the brain to figure out the provisional meaning. That pre-meaning-finding part may find a plausible construction, or may have the memory play it back to the decoder brain for a new division. "Scuse me, while I kiss this guy" splits the s from sky and attaches it to the, making it this.  The decoder brain thinks this is fine, because it has found real words to pass on to the pre-meaning-finder. The meaning-finder says "weird, but coherent," and accepts it. Unless we direct even higher parts of the brain to focus attention on the meaning to see if it really makes sense, the provisional meaning lives on in our memory indefinitely.

Note that we do a lot of decoding and storing automatically, completely independent of the meaning of the words. Our expectations of meaning, all our culture and biases have played no part.

Garage bands and psychedelic wannabees did not attempt to sing "Incense and Peppermints" in the 1960's. Why? Because no one could tell what some of the words were. Try it. No peeking. I intentionally did not put up one of the videos that shows the lead singer, as that would provide additional clues that were not present on the radio.


(Ed King, who became the bassist for Lynyrd Skynyrd and wrote "Sweet Home Alabama" is on the far left.)

Even I never got what some of those lines were, and I was a little fanatic about such things. I won't admit to you what I heard then.

When Austin Powers used the song in a movie, he got the words wrong. I have put the incorrect lyrics in italics, with the correct ones in bold. (How do I know which is correct? If you were there in the 60's, you know that "occasions, persuasions" is infinitely more likely than "oh cajun spice, sweats and" You just know. And it's a great example of the brain just making stuff up, sending it along to the memory, and hoping no one will notice that it makes no sense.

Good sense, innocence, cripplin' and kind. mankind
Dead kings, many things I can't define.
Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind.
Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind
Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme. time

Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.

Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns.
Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around.
Look at your sound yourself, look at yourself,
Yeah, yeah.
Look at yourself, look at yourself,
Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah.

Tune-a by the To divide this cockeyed world in two.
Throw your pride to one side, It's the least you can do.
Beatniks and politics, nothing is new.
A yardstick for lunatics, want one of you one point of view.

Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.

Saturday, August 24, 2024

First Use of Helmets

The Ringer Fantasy Football Show was asking today which band was the first to wear helmets.  Daft Punk was nominated.

But there's one way earlier, and of course, I remembered it, though only approximately.  It took me a while to locate it exactly.


The Spotnicks: Rocket Man.  I had not realised they were from Sweden, and I would never have guessed that they released 43 albums.

Nice People

I consider Niceness one of the most dangerous substitutes for the gospel in our age. Every era has its own difficulties, its own heresies, its own temptations. Garrison Keillor captured it well. When he spoke about the Dark Lutherans, he couldn't help but drag the Happy Lutherans as well. We used to be Lutherans, and Happy Lutherans are where the stereotype of "Minnesota Nice" comes from.  Not that the German Catholics or the various Brethren didn't pick it up quickly, but the white-hot center of Niceness is Scandinavian.

We are seeing it on display more than ever recently, this Potemkin Christianity, but I won't try and explain to you why it is an imitation. You likely already sense it, and rereading Mere Christianity, I saw that Lewis had done so far better than I ever could.

Mere Christianity by CS Lewis is available as a PDF in a few places.  It depends on what appearance you like. I want you to focus for a bit on one of the last chapters, "Nice People or New Men." Chapter 10 in Book III, "Beyond Personality."

NTS Library p 98

Google docs p 226

Internet Archive  p115

Friday, August 23, 2024

Boy Team/ Girl Team

Originally posted in September 2008, when I had about had it with the election.  I don't think I saw this as strongly over the last dozen years of my career, but I still thought it essentially true.  It may be part of some larger truth of teams dominated by one group with a sprinkling of another, but i never thought that through.  Have at it.

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I have got to think about something other than politics...

Global statement: It is better to have one sex predominate rather than have near-balance. But it is not good to have one sex exclusively for your cooperative group either.

My job is structured around a team approach. A dozen patients, all in crisis, and we meet for 90 minutes each day to review each of them daily. That's seven minutes each plus interruptions and one-liners, which isn't much if it's your crisis we're dealing with. But those 90 minutes set the course of the rest of my day. Concision and camaraderie are of enormous importance.

There are 5-8 players every day, plus student observers about half the time. Most are regular daily players, but because nursing and rehab works weekends, we have mix-and-match coverage people fairly regularly. I have done this for a long time, and have been on teams that are all or nearly all male, and teams that are nearly all female. When one sex predominates for any length of time I will kiddingly point it out. Boy Team. Girl Team.

The ideal is to have two of one sex and the rest of the other sex. Neither gender does well when it gets the whole culture to itself, and having one female among males or one male among females is usually not enough to change the prevailing culture. Even for a dominant personality like mine, outnumbered is outnumbered, and being on Intense Girl Team for too long gets wearing.

But an equal balance turns out to be worst of both worlds, and no fun at all.

Escape Room

We did an escape room tonight as a family, eight of us. We finished well under the time allotted, but at about twice as much time as the record, which shamed us at first.  We learned that the record holders for each room were those who had done "triple digits" of escape rooms before, so we felt less bad after that.

I was perhaps the least helpful there, though I did have my moments of doing puzzles that could have been designed for me, as did a few others who were not as central as we expected but still had moments.  The two strengths were my two oldest sons, who got on the same wavelength somehow and carried us through, and the two granddaughters, 16 and 13, who gradually got on the same wavelength as well and helped us finish strongly. I have only done three of these, but I think that is key.  You need different strengths, but dyadic strength, pairs who suddenly work together at high levels, look like the road home.

There may be something about team building in that. Groups are fine, but pairs in concert, even if temporary, have a magical power.  Though maybe that can move up to triples in a good situation?  Tell me. 

Which reminds me of a post about teams...

The Ash Grove

This is one where I grew increasingly frustrated listening to different versions.  I just wanted to hear two voices in harmony singing the song simply, as close to the version I learned at church camp in 1966 and sang with my folkie friends 1970-74.

Our first son went into the hospital at two weeks old in 1979 with Failure To Thrive, and he was hooked up to much equipment and we we only allowed to touch him gingerly. We poured water over his foot to baptise him, as that was what we were allowed to touch. And we sang with our hearts in our throats, softly and deep into the night, the nurses weeping to hear us will him back to life. They would come by and listen, one would join in for a verse when she could, on this song and a few others.  Seven years later, a nurse at the hospital I worked at mentioned why she couldn't work pedi and switched to psych instead, telling this story. That was us, I told her. He's fine now and has a younger brother.

Just sing the song.  There are so many show-off versions of this one. Just sing the song.

Leftover 2008 Mental Health Posts

These two fit vaguely into the category of mental health as I clean up the last of 2008. A few more to go before I start reprising 2009.

I used to often point out that the ability to laugh at oneself is a marker of good balanced personality.  Then someone was insulting in the comments because of a comment I had made over at Language Log and I was a little snippy in return.  Fair, but snippy.  I should have laughed at myself instead.

I was surprised when a psychology PhD student who was interning at our hospital openly put forward 9/11 Truther ideas. I gave my usual insight - not to him, but on the blog - that the paranoia precedes the evidence in a conspiracy theory rather than resulting from it.

Thursday, August 22, 2024

Out Of Pocket

For the second time I have read someone using the phrase "out of pocket" to mean away, not available, out of reach. It rings oddly. And yes, both would be people younger than I am and reasonably intelligent, so this may be a new use of the term rather than a mistake.

Wednesday, August 21, 2024

Venn Diagram Conversations

Four of us in the car, not always hearing each other clearly, leaping to conclusions only semi-correct, referring back to previous statements made one minute or ten minutes ago, we did briefly get it sorted out who had meant what, establishing that no one had asked what time it was, but the town we were in was Hopkinton, which should perhaps be included as a town in Central NH (two of us had initially agreed that only Concord should bear that label) along with the other Concord suburbs.

And then we were off again.  This is conversation for Wymans, a Venn diagram of individual conversations which are not identical but do intersect. Four worlds. I am trying to work out whether there is any territory shared by all four circles when the number of participants gets that high. My initial opinion is yes, but it is not large.

Snow Treasure

Snow Treasure can still be found, decades after it was written. It has had multiple covers over its many editions. It was a Scholastic Book Club monthly selection the third month I was in fourth grade. (The first two were The Road to Agra, which the dog chewed, and Mrs Coverlet's Magicians, which I reread many times.

I loved the story, and was disappointed to later find out it was fiction.  I swear it was not presented that way when I was a child. Though it may have been based on a true story, which I suppose makes me feel a bit better. I sent a copy to my son in Norway, and his fiancee also read it. She had never heard the story before, but thought it possible.

Coincidences Favor the Prepared Mind

We were at a bookstore we visit only every couple of years, Old Number Six Book Depot in Henniker, NH. It is one of those well-organised but overcrowded establishments with a proprietor that looks like a Hogwarts shopkeeper. We visit used bookstores mostly when Ben and Jen come up from Texas. Another couple came in while we were there, and as the woman was in the children's section (we were armed with two children's librarians ourselves), we chatted with her. 

Tracy: Where are you from?

Woman: Brookline.

AVI: Oh, I just met someone from Brookline on a zoom call week before last, who runs the Inklings presentation group on Fridays.  Roy Waller.

Woman: That's my husband.

AVI: Over there?

So I went over to talk to Roy Waller, chuckling to my son who has watched these coincidences occur all his life and is resigned to them by now. I started to explain to Roy, who broke in and said "One degree of separation."  "That's right," I said.  That's my goal."

Ben also chimed in to recount the time I spent an entire cab ride trying to connect with a cabbie in Budapest, and I reminded him of the limo driver from the Dominican Republic. I live my life this way, and it's very satisfying.

Bureau of Labor Statistics

The Bureau of Labor Statistics corrects the record. Again.

Thanks to Ann Althouse for bringing this up.

Each year, the Current Employment Statistics (CES) survey employment estimates are benchmarked to comprehensive counts of employment for the month of March. These counts are derived from state unemployment insurance (UI) tax records that nearly all employers are required to file. For National CES employment series, the annual benchmark revisions over the last 10 years have averaged plus or minus one-tenth of one percent of total nonfarm employment. The preliminary estimate of the benchmark revision indicates an adjustment to March 2024 total nonfarm employment of -818,000.

The NYT does the math and tells us that employers added 174K/month rather than the 242K/month originally reporter. 

That's um, a big difference.  Is BLS shading the intitial numbers to please the bureaucrats above them, up to and including the president? This seems to happen a lot, that the White House can announce big improvements, while the walkback is buried a few pages deeper into the paper (as we used to say.) I doubt there is a conspiracy in the usual sense of agencies being told what numbers to put out there, reality be damned, but I would certainly believe that this is a case of not have to tell cats to catch mice.


Monday, August 19, 2024

The Fable of State Self-Control (Willpower)

 The Fable of State Self-Control, [Inzlicht (UToronto) and Roberts (Urbana-Champaign)], state in personality psychology referring to a temporary period of effort as opposed to a trait, which is part of your ongoing personality. Yes, there are arguments about which is in play in any given activity, but that's the general idea.

The authors challenge the idea that creating temporary states encouraging people to show more self-denial, more discipline, more willpower, transfers to other activities and becomes part of your general character.  It is the old discussion of whether sports (or Latin, or playing scales) improves character or only reveals it.  We want the former to be true, but is there actual evidence for it?  Perhaps some, but not a great deal.  Most of the experiemental evidence is quite flawed and the anecdotal evidence suffers from the same biases that anecdotes always do: we choose which anecdotes to remember and highlight and we interpret them through self-serving prisms right from the start.

Self-control is a cherished value. People who have lots of it are celebrated and seen as morally righteous [1,2]. In Aesop's fable of The Ant and the Grasshopper, we celebrate the industrious ant not the gleeful grasshopper. After all, while the grasshopper plays and sings throughout summer the ant foregoes pleasure to find and store food for the winter. The lesson here is that we should strive to be like the ant, not like the grasshopper. Although the modern science of personality largely vindicates this fable, here we wonder if our admiration of trait self-control confused us into celebrating state self-control, which is mostly ineffective in bringing about sustained change...Just like the ant, people who are premeditated, patient, and controlled live objectively better lives than their grasshopper-like peers...

Despite its intuitive appeal, there are three problems with extolling state self-control because of our love for trait self-control. First, people high in trait self-control do not engage more state self-control...

I wrote we want the former to be true, but I may have spoken too soon.  Sometimes it serves us more to believe the opposite, that we never could have become much better than we did. Jeremiah 17:9 The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure.

(Thanks to The Studies Show for the link to the study. 

Eliminate The Screwworm

I can usually figure out how what shows up  in my YouTube feed got there, related to something else I recently watched, popular with others by sheer numbers, or likely to catch on because it hits a hot-button topic.  But sometimes what shows up serendipitously puzzles me, even as I am fascinated.

So I clicked it and in the two minutes, this guy from MIT entirely convinced me.  Kill them all.



Friday, August 16, 2024

Sky-Father Vs Earth Mother

Catching the warmth in the woman's voice saying "Mother Earth," I wonder how much of environmentalism is a preference for having a goddess instead of a god?

ABBA Update From 2008


I knew you were waiting for it.  

Now you can't unsee it. I would have thought it was impossible to make those women unattractive...

You will be pleased to note that ABBA stars Bjorn Ulvaeus and Benny Andersson have settled their copyright dispute. But even better, there is going to be an ABBA museum (named ABBA The Museum) opening in 2009! 

It opened

Maybe I should try to find my worst post instead my best one or a new one for Post 10,000. I don't know if I can bear the search, though.  I read the letters I wrote to my wife in the summer of 1974 when we we courting (did I mention this?) and was so uncomfortable with what a jerk I was that I couldn't finish a one of them. She overlooked a lot.

Thursday, August 15, 2024

It's a Good Life

The Twilight Zone episode was based on an earlier short story of the same name that made it into the Science Fiction Hall of Fame. Both are pretty unnerving.



Temptation

Originally posted in April 2008

Most references to temptation, even among Christians, are to one-off events. I doubt these are our great spiritual dangers. It is the less-visible temptations that stretch over years which unravel us. CS Lewis writes directly about the great, consuming temptations in both his fiction and non-fiction. Not only The Screwtape Letters, The Great Divorce, and “The Inner Ring,” but the Narnia and Perelandra series are largely taken up with the questions of temptation. There are temptations to do evil in a good cause, temptations of cowardice, temptations of apostasy and compromise. The brilliance of Narnia is not in its fantastic elements, but in the seriousness of moral questions presented even to children. Young people are not treated as moral simpletons, capable only of steal cookie/not steal cookie obedience, but as full moral agents in hard places.

Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings seems to be entirely about temptations, once one thinks to look for them. Boromir is tempted by glory; Saruman by knowledge and power, Denethor by knowledge and despair; the temptation to be left alone in false peace settles in various forms on hobbits, Tom Bombadil, ents, and elves; the beauty of making tempts both elves and dwarves. The danger of competing goods, and of virtues unchecked drive the story forward: Gandalf is tempted by pity, Sam by humility, Frodo by gentleness. While these temptations may come to a sharp, revealing point in the story they are all constant temptations to the characters. Everyone is beset by peculiar weaknesses and virtues that intertwine. Gollum and Galadriel, Beregond and Butterbur are all assailed by moral choices of real consequence. Courage is not a virtue so much as the measure of all other virtues. There’s a book for someone to write about temptation as described by the Inklings. One can meditate on the peculiar temptations of a single group or character at a time.

This all came up because of a description of a scholar a friend sent. The man in question grew up as a fundamentalist Christian, attended a Christian college and prestigious theological school, and had made a name for himself in New Testament studies. He had pioneered a method of considering early texts and interpreting ambiguities which changed the field. Over time he lost his faith, and puts his energy into undermining it now. I was reminded of Gandalf’s comment about Saruman, and it not being wise to study the arts of the enemy too deeply, and of Frodo’s inability to resume normal life in the Shire because of the wounding and trauma he had experienced. But most of all, I thought of Denethor and his Palantir, discovering things important and real that lesser men could not see. His great knowledge led him ultimately to great despair, not because what he had seen was untrue, but because it was selected truth, with Sauron doing the selecting. I feel much sorrow for the scholar.

Fundamentalism can be a brittle faith, shattering rather than absorbing blows. I think real faith always has a few dents in it – not just religious faith, but belief in a theory, trust in a person, or confidence in predictability. Reality is rather messy, unjust, and unpredictable. Even Jesus was surprised that someone had touched him for healing, that the disciples could not keep watch, and that the Father had abandoned him.

Update:  In response to questions about the theologian my scholar friend described, I wrote about Bart Ehrman in 2019, who is who I think I was describing in 2008. 

Ethology

A psychologist friend who had originally started in ethology assured me that the first rule of research in that field was to never use cats. "Cats will screw up your data."

Evolutionary Role of ADHD

The Evolutionary Role of ADHD in Prehistoric Humans: A Trait Adapted to Foraging, Now Misaligned with Modern Life, by Kambiz Kamrani (also here.)

For most of human history, Homo sapiens lived as hunter-gatherers. Fossil evidence indicates that our species has existed in this mode of life for at least 288,000 years, which accounts for approximately 95% of our evolutionary history. During this time, the ability to rapidly shift focus, seek new stimuli, and make quick decisions could have been highly advantageous.

Evolutionary mismatch ideas are fun, and even if they are sometimes overdone and turn into just-so stories, they have a lot of value.  We look at frustrating traits, in ourselves and others, in a kinder light. There is a fair bit of speculation here, but not unwarranted.  It does make a certain amount of superficial sense, and may turn out to be largely true. Kamrani puts a little time into describing what might be done for modern adaptations, which is also valuable. 

Tangent: I am coming up on Post 10,000 but still don't know what I am going to do.

 

 

Wednesday, August 14, 2024

Coming Up on a Milestone

 Tracy and I celebrated our 48th anniversary today.

Dragostea Din Tei - Again

It was only briefly big in the US in the early 2000's, known as "The Numa Numa Song" colloquially here. 

But somehow it hangs on as a standard in Europe in country after country, for 20 years now.


 

I have put up references to the song a half-dozen times over the years, the best of which is here, with translation.

Prayer

I think the ACTS format for prayer, Adoration, Confession, Thanksgiving, and Supplication, can be distilled even further. There are only two prayers: Please, and Thank You.

Working With Sex Offenders

I nearly always had a sex offender of some sort on my caseload, but there was a time when I made something of a specialty of it. I wrote some of what I knew years ago, and bring it forward now. I was interested in what really worked for treatment, and what the real rates of recidivism were.  The last link will explain some of that.

In any of the posts, I have put 2024 updates in italics.  However, I have made no effort to update my clinical understanding since my retirement in 2020.

Vampiric Child Molestation - A Seed Is Not a Flower

Jumping to Conclusions - Alfred C Kinsey  

The Myth of Childhood Sexuality

Rehabilitation of Sex Offenders,

Broken Pipe Memorial

Originally published August 12, 2008.  Read the comments, as the oldest of the children, whose age and sex I had gotten wrong, explained the memorial.

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At the shore near the campground, two hunks of ceramic pipe were stuck into the ground, inscribed with black marker. One read July 27, 2008. The other was a typical marker children put out, words, numbers and little pictures imperfectly drawn. One of my children had rowed with his friends years ago to mark "Friendship Island" in a similar way and were pleased to follow up the next summer.

This particular marker looked more like a headstone, as when oversensitive children bury a turtle in a shoebox and dutifully note the date of its demise. More sadly, they commemorate a dead pet, not buried in that location, but remembered fondly.

The makeshift headstone must have tilted over in the torrential rain, and it was at an angle easier to read the next morning; a butterfly, a branch of some sort, and what might be a tree across the top. Then the large block capitals: MOMMY.

Lara S. Foster, July 25, 1975 - December 27, 2007, with four girl's names in a left column beneath it. It had originally read July 27, 1975 - December 27 07, but the first "7" had been crossed out and a "5" placed above it, and the "20" was squeezed in above the "07," the inscriber apparently going back over to improve her work.

A right column read
Hope
To
See
You
Soon!

32 years old. Four daughters. The oldest, perhaps nine or so, had put in the names of her sisters, the last of which is likely quite young. At church camp the summer after her mother's death, a girl had wanted to create a memorial, and likely brought her sisters to see it. The next-most-likely scenario is that the daughter is with her grandparents at camp, and listed her sisters even though they were not present.

I don't have any problems in life. Really. Some people have real problems.

Ferret-Legging

We had read about ferret-legging when searching out things to do on our first trip to the UK in 1997. Let me correct that impression: we weren't going to do it ourselves, we wanted to watch someone else do it. Yorkshire was the home base of this "sport," which involves stuffing two ferrets into your pants and seeing how long you can endure their biting, fighting, and scrambling around. Competitions tended to last 20 or 30 seconds - I don't find that surprising - and were held in semi-secret, as the sport is illegal.

Participants are not allowed to wear underwear, by the way.

I'm all for not unduly distressing animals for human sport, but it's hard to see how the primary worry in this is how hard it is on the ferrets. Especially as ferrets are evil.

70-year-old Reg Mellor thought the world record of forty seconds was shamefully wimpy, and shortly after taking up the sport set a new record of over four hours.
"The ferrets must have a full mouth o' teeth," Reg Mellor said as he fiddled with his belt. "No filing of the teeth; no clipping. No dope for you or the ferrets. You must be sober, and the ferrets must be hungry-though any ferret'll eat yer eyes out even if he isn't hungry."
An excerpt of Donald Katz's story about the king of the ferret-leggers is here. Reg is certainly a colorful guy.

Monday, August 12, 2024

Death Is Not The Worst Of Evils

Reprinted from 2008.

Visitors and immigrants from other states snigger at the New Hampshire motto, Live Free or Die. I perceive their thought: Die is just so overdramatic, with more than a whiff of hunters and killing and all those icky gun people. These rubes think they live free even though they're just dumbass rural people with all their resistance to anything new. I mean, how free is that?

The full quote (pronounced quietly, thank you) is Live free or die. Death is not the worst of evils. Gen. John Stark wrote that when he was 81, the considered opinion of a citizen soldier who retired back to his farm after the Revolution.

It's a great motto.

Election Fear

Texan99 and Ann Althouse have both been on this, quoting of mainstream journalists that Trump is now afraid and confused because of Biden being replaced by Harris and Walz. Really?

Do they think this is actually true? What would be their, you know, evidence?

Or are they hoping to convince people that it is true, regardless?

Or are they just throwing whatever they can against the wall, hoping something sticks?

I suppose none of these excludes the others. 

These accusations have been around a long time.  I recall being told that conservatives were afraid of strong women while noticing they were worshiping at the feet of Margaret Thatcher.

Conferences

There are two CS Lewis/Inklings conferences in Western Mass this fall.  I will be going to the October one in Northfield at least. It's cheaper and only one night in a hotel. Sorina Higgins will be speaking at the one at UMass Amherst in November, which is a draw, but I am undecided about that one. I admit I am itching to have a longer drive for a conference, down to Mid-Atlantic or Appalachian states, but haven't found one that enchants yet.

AI Students: A Real-Life Study

A British Study measuring how detectable and how good AI-Generated examinations answers are: A "Turing Test" Case Study.

We report a rigorous, blind study in which we injected 100% AI written submissions into the examinations system in five undergraduate modules, across all years of study, for a BSc degree in Psychology at a reputable UK university. We found that 94% of our AI submissions were undetected. The grades awarded to our AI submissions were on average half a grade boundary higher than that achieved by real students. Across modules there was an 83.4% chance that the AI submissions on a module would outperform a random selection of the same number of real student submissions.

So they are generally undetectable and better than real pyschology students. Great.

I think AI would do less well in, say, math, but i could be flat wrong on that.  It might be better at math and even less detectable.  One of the problems with ChatGPT is that it will just make up plausible-sounding sources and information.  But if you tell it at the outset that you will lose your job if everything in this report is not true and verifiable, so it has to back everything up carefully, you get a less pleasing-sounding but much more solid report, according to Razib.*  It's an interesting world we are entering.

*Or was it Steve Hsu?  I'll have to look at the transcripts. Darn.  See, I'm already finishing behind AI on these things.

Sunday, August 11, 2024

Personal History From 2008

There is the Wyman Christmas Letter from 2007, which includes the expired passport story.

And the story about the nest being almost, finally empty after three tries. Not so fast, AVI. Less than a year later, Kyle came to live with us until about 2016, and Sons #3 and #4 needed another launch before full flight. Those are the ones that live on the Arctic Circle now.

Can't Get Enough of You Baby

The keyboard part sounds an awful lot like "96 Tears," dunnit?


I have mentioned for that ? went out on his own for awhile, but they all learned that doing that one song was their calling card?

Overheard On My Walk

Two old guys, talking animatedly about what buildings had been on a particular intersection in the 1960's, and how they or their fathers had known the owners. It just seemed like a conversation that is had every day all over the world.

Saturday, August 10, 2024

Politics in 2008, AVI Edition

It was the Age of Obamias, and too much of that dominated my posts in 2008.  Everything that is not eternal is immediately out-of-date, to paraphrase CS Lewis.  Still, some of these links are still valuable for their similarity to other eras and thus capturing larger truths, but mostly they are interesting in terms of what we thought then.  Or at least, what I thought.

I encourage not only the links, but very often, the comments, which include some of you who are still here.  David Foster has followed AVI for a long while, which surprised me. I don't know where he found me.

The Truth Seeps Out.  Just after Election Day 2008, the major news sources start publishing some negative things about Obama that they had somehow overlooked until then.  So that they could say they were honest hard-hitting journalists. 

Holyoke: The Belle Skinner Legacy a review of a fevered book about how wonderful this liberal woman had been, launching with how bad George Bush was a century later. Sure. That works.

Wellness Goes Green. Two goddesses of the age get together

Earth Day Predictions Gone Awry was already a staple then. 

Narcissism in Foreign Policy  Chelsea Clinton explains things for us.

Dirty Politics - Journalists were outraged that Republicans were planning on using Obama's record against him.  The nerve.

Les Misbarack 


At this point, comment here on any of these links, because only I will ever see them otherwise.

 


Night on Bald Mountain

We are most familiar with it from "Fantasia" the legendary Disney film of 1941. But it was known almost entirely as a piece of orchestral music before that. Scary in itself, and you can see why a stable of disturbed cartoonists could go wild with it.



Reminder From 2008

 It was ironic then.  More so now.


Update:  I should specify that the speech is not from 2008, but more than a decade earlier.  It was placed on YouTube in 2008

Confidence in Heaven Vs. Grief

Paul Bloom gives the explanation to the atheist challenge that believers must not really believe in heaven if they grieve the death of a loved one, or their own death. 

When faced with the death of somebody I love, there are other systems in the head that lead to terrible grief. We’re not unitary beings. It’s possible, upon learning my son has a terminal disease, for part of me to think, “Oh, he’ll be reunited with God in heaven and be in paradise,” and feel good about it, and feel horrible grief. Yes, they conflict with one another, but that doesn’t negate the existence of either one.

St. Paul says much the same when talking about his own death, that it is better to be with Christ, but there is still grief for those who will not be with him for a time. We are not unitary beings, yes.

The whole Conversations with Tyler podcast with Paul Bloom was excellent: The Psychology of Children, and the Morality of Empathy and Disgust. There were actually many more topics as there often are.  Bloom talks a great deal about what we know that has changed, and how his own ideas are changing because of the behavior of LLM's, including Theory of Mind - and Chomskyism, which he has heretofore subscribed to but is now questioning.

Kamala, Venn Diagrams, and Salon

There is a Salon article about how Kamala Harris likes the powerful logic/mathematical tool, Venn Diagrams. A Tweet from Kamala HQ suggests she only partly understands them.  There is now an increased need for permissions to use images, I am learning, and I cannot show you her Venn Diagram here. It is at both links.

 

Tuesday, August 06, 2024

Courage in a Different Light

 The Cognitive Architecture of Courage, Glenn Geher.

I wonder if courage is quite the same word here as what we usually think of, but I think the idea is defensible, and thus worth reading. 

Importantly, this piece is actually not about what Joe should do. Rather, the point here is to get the reader to think that courageous decision-making (such as the kind of processing that Joe is going through in the example) is a highly cognitive endeavor. In this way, courage deviates from boldness in important ways.

The idea is to first count the cost (as Jesus said) before deciding.  That is certainly wiser than mere boldness. There's still something I'm not completely sold on in calling it courage.  Perhaps it doesn't matter.  The idea is good.

Monday, August 05, 2024

Clutch Cargo

 That Synchro-Vox technology with the mouths just got creepier every time you looked at it.

In typical what-is-up-with-the-cartoon-animal fashion, Paddlefoot cannot talk, but somehow he can read (probably not using phonics) and communicate to Spinner what he likes.

Wild Versus Domesticated

An interesting study about what genes are expressed more in wild boar v. pigs an red jungle-fowl v. chickens, for those who like that sort of thing. Short version: better viral protection and weaker bones for the domesticates, better stress response and energy metabolism for the wild 'uns.

There's Venn Diagrams, too.

Accurate Joke

So Jack was called to testify in court in a hearing that involved his friend Frank.  It was an insurance dispute, not a homicide or large civil damages suit, but Jack was distraught.

"So Mr. Sawyer, do you know the gentleman sitting at the table over there?"

"Yes. of course I do.  He's my best friend.  I've known him since he was a boy."

"Then can you tell me his name, Mr. Sawyer?"

"I can't, I'm too nervous.  I'm a nervous wreck, Your Honor, I can barely think."

The lawyer grinned at this surprising gift of a less-than-credible witness. "But surely, Mr. Sawyer, if he's your best friend, you must know his name?"

"Of course I know his name, it's just that I'm too nervous...Frank! For the love of God, tell the man your name!"

Sometimes memory does work that way.

Cognitive Ability and Mental Illness

Cognitive Abilities and Educational Attainment as Antecedents of Mental Disorders:

Interesting study. They are trying to tease out the part that cognitive abilities are related to mental illnesses from Educational Attainment. Cognitive abilities and educational attainment are related, but not a match. Educational attainment is rather a messy metric as it combines determination, intelligence, cultural expectations, luck, and opportunity. However, it has become a favorite because there is so much data. Think of how many times you are filling out a form at a doctor's office or for a survey and it asks for "Highest grade completed."  Sometimes it's just a single, simple number, other times it divides things into technical versus academic versus certificate, but there's just a lot of places where someone has that data on you.  Great for studies, even if it's not a clean look.

So.  Educational attainment is negatively associated with mental illnesses, which is not surprising.  For education, you have to show up and do something, not just have an ability, so there are a lot of ways that can go wrong: interruptions in attendance, lack of focus, conflicts with others.

The short version is that cognitive abilities all on their own seem to be correlated with mental illnesses, with the exception of bipolar disorder, and the effect is stronger for males than for females. It is a Norwegian study, measuring the cognitive abilities when they enter their mandatory year in the military at age 18 and their primary mental health diagnoses twenty years later, when such things have had an opportunity to develop, as psychotic disorders especially tend to manifest later.

Links From 2008

Oh that's right.  I was systematically going through my early posts.  I wonder when that stopped.  May.  I never started up again after getting back from Ireland. Well, let me pick up the thread again.

Perspective (on Special Ed) It's not always better in Europe.  Is it better now, either here or there?  I don't know.

Understanding Jewish Thought (on wealth, but it generalises) I have come back to this many times

How Smart You Are. Where words can come from and where they can go.

Wussiest Criminals Award The internal link no longer works, but you'll get the idea.

Pete Newell He was known only to serious fans then, and to almost no one now, but he changed basketball.