Time is Going Real, Real Slow

Making good once again on my offer of weightless froth, here, with a hat tip to Jon Mandell, is a preposterous little item, involving a police officer who confiscated some marijuana, baked it into brownies, and shared them with his wife. Hilarity ensues.

Q & A

Q: Should one attempt to write a post at the end of a long and active day, when one has just got home, at 11:15 p.m., from taking one’s elderly mother-in-law to a lavish and bibulous birthday dinner at a delightful Manhattan restaurant?

A: No.

You’re Always On That Computer

One of the advantages of being a well-connected Internet sort is that people are constantly sending me interesting tidbits. From my friend Nick, who also provided yesterday’s Polka Floyd item, is one I hadn’t run across before (don’t know how I missed it, as it is right in amongst all the sorts of things I am always nosing about in).

It’s called the “simulation argument”, and it makes the case that there is a very good chance that we are living inside a computer program. This is not the same as the Matrix, exactly, because that is a trick being played on existing physical brains, whereas the claim here is that we may be nothing more than conscious programs running on a vast computer. It’s a fairly simple argument. We are given three propositions, and the author (Nick Bostrom, of Oxford University) asserts that at least one of them ought to be true. Here they are, as given in the abstract of the paper in which the argument was originally presented:

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Careful With That Kielbasa, Eugene

Well, I promised you all some froth, and here it is. Tonight we have, courtesy of my childhood friend Nick Nicholes, who now lives in a scenic vale in remotest Montana, a polka band that does Pink Floyd covers, and pretty well too. No quadrophonic mixes, though; you’ll just have to use your imagination.

Paying Attention To Attention

Here’s an interesting item. It seems that neuroscientists are getting around to a more detailed study of attention, a topic that, as I’ve previously mentioned, has been known to be central for inner work in meditative traditions for a long, long, time. (It is also a sort of universal human currency, as I argue here.)

The researchers studied subject trained in Vipassana meditation, and found that the capacity for attention is not fixed, but can be increased with practice. This is not news, of course, to students of Eastern disciplines; in my own schooling in such matters, effort directed toward the control of the attention was always the most important part of the work.

Anyway, it’s good to see that Western science is taking up a rigorous examination of these phenomena. Attention is closely linked to consciousness, and an empirical examination of how the brain organizes itself to direct our attention is likely to be a useful angle on the deeper problem of what consciousness is, and how the brain creates it.

Descartes Before The Horse

This entry is part 6 of 8 in the series Dualism vs. Materialism

I’ve finally had a chance to get back to considering Titus Rivas’s paper, in which he and Hein van Dongen argue that the mind-brain model known as epiphenomenalism — which says that subjective mental phenomena are indeed ontologically real, that they are “irreducible” to physical processes, and that they exert no causal influence on the physical world — is false. In a previous post I agreed that their principal objection, which has to do with how the brain might ever come to express a belief in subjective mental phenomena in the first place if epiphenomenalism were true, is a good one. But if we are to discard epiphenomenalism, what alternatives are we left with? Rivas and van Dongen see only two alternatives: eliminative materialism and interactionist dualism — but I think they narrow the field unnecessarily. I’d like to go over the paper in some detail, and see where there might be implicit assumptions that could be leading us astray — a job that will require several posts (and which, given my lack of free time at the moment, may unfortunately be a slow go). Readers can find the original here.

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Brain to the Grindstone

We are back home, and this week, with a slightly freer evening schedule, might offer some quiet time for serious study and comment, I hope. In addition to other pending items, I have just read, finally, The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins, and ought to say a thing or two about it here.

I see that the estimable Deogolwulf is in much the same pinch that I am: his employer cheekily presumes to insist that in exchange for his daily crust, D. is expected to devote considerable time and mental resources to various duties and tasks. Such an expenditure is dear indeed, for those of us who are of a certain age; I’ve observed with depressing regularity that the result, at day’s end, is a marked depletion of one’s cognitive puissance, exhortatory fire, and forensic stamina; or, as D. puts it in this recent post:

Tiredness and a state of tedium have ensued, and hence reading, writing, posting, and even that small degree of thinking in which I occasionally dabble, have been ”” and will remain ”” curtailed.

This is the problem exactly, and it is not going away anytime soon. But this weekend was a good little rest, and I do think I might get at some of waka waka waka‘s backlog this week. And if not, I promise, at the very least, a continued supply of weightless froth and forgettable rubbish, all provided entirely free of charge.

Beats Working

Today was, like yesterday, a day to set aside introspection, brooding and contemplation; a day to live life rather than examine it.

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Playing Hooky

We are back in Wellfleet today (having driven up from Gotham late last night), and it would be hard to imagine more clement surroundings. It is still too early in the season for there to be many people here on the outer Cape, and for those who had the good sense to be here, today was about as good as it gets: warm May sunshine, the air fresh and clear, the trees and flowers blooming, and the sky and water complementing one another in gorgeous shades of limpid blue. I had planned to catch up on some writing, but it was just too lovely outside; we spent the day moseying from pond to beach to wooded lane, and the effect was restorative indeed. So rather than that critical examination of Titus Rivas’s paper that I have been too long in preparing, or some thoughts about Kevin Kim’s Water From A Skull, or Richard Dawkins’s The God Delusion — both of which I have been reading, and plan to comment on in these pages — all I have to share with you this evening is a fuzzy cell-phone snapshot of Long Pond, taken at about two this afternoon as Nina and I enjoyed a picnic lunch beside its crystal-clear waters. It will have to do.

Kiss of the Spider Woman

We’re traveling again tonight, so for now I’ll just offer readers an uplifting news item, in which we are told that South American doctors can immediately spot male patients who have been bitten by the Brazilian wandering spider. Apparently, their symptom precedes them.

Learn more here.

P.S. We wish to reassure you that this post’s proximity to the duck story a couple of days ago is mere coincidence, and is in no way indicative of any refocusing of waka waka waka‘s editorial priorities.

Keeping the Faith

With a tip of the waka waka waka tam o’shanter to our old friend Jess Kaplan, we have further evidence of the beneficial effect of religion upon the world.

Today the spotlight is on one Sheik Ahmad Bahr, acting Speaker of the Palestinian Legislative Council, who in a sermon on Friday offered an inspiring example of faith-based tolerance and love. Here’s an excerpt:

‘You will be victorious’ on the face of this planet. You are the masters of the world on the face of this planet. Yes, [the Koran says that] ‘you will be victorious,’ but only ‘if you are believers.’ Allah willing, ‘you will be victorious,’ while America and Israel will be annihilated. I guarantee you that the power of belief and faith is greater than the power of America and Israel. They are cowards who are eager for life, while we are eager for death for the sake of Allah…

…Oh Allah, vanquish the Jews and their supporters. Oh Allah, count their numbers, and kill them all, down to the very last one.”

Nothing to be concerned about here; I don’t know what that horrid Richard Dawkins, and his equally vicious pals Sam Harris, Daniel Dennett, and Christopher Hitchens, could possibly be talking about. Aren’t they awful? So full of themselves. And they’re just so darn pushy

Is That A Corskscrew In Your Pocket,
Or Are You Just Glad To See Me?

We will return to weightier matters as soon as time permits, but meanwhile:

You may think you know plenty about duck phalluses, but you have nothing on one Dr. Patricia Brennan, who has made the study of the anatine willy her life’s work. Most male birds, in fact, are entirely ajohnsonal, but ducks buck this trend with a most unusual and creative arrangement: not only is theirs a long, spiraling affair, but they lose it in the fall and grow a new one in the spring. The female has a correspondingly remarkable structure, of opposite phase, and the whole business seems to be the result of an interesting evolutionary struggle. Learn more here.

A Splendid Occasion

We’re back in Gotham, and will be resuming normal operations shortly. We were away on a whirlwind trip to the Midwest for the happiest of reasons: the graduation, with honors, of our daughter ChloÁ« from the University of Michigan.

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Strange Bedfellows

With a tip of the hat to Dennis Mangan, here are some striking public-service posters from France, warning of the dangers of AIDS. Shocking, perhaps, to some, so caveat observator.

As mentioned below, waka waka waka will be off the air until the weekend is over. We’ll be on the road, and I won’t have a computer along, which is, frankly, quite a pleasant prospect.

Never a Dull Moment

It’s been a very busy week indeed, and there has been scant time for writing, or for that matter, even thinking, it seems. I’ve had not a moment to join (for which I apologize) Titus Rivas and Bob Koepp in the excellent discussion that followed this post, and I’ve also had no time to prepare the thoughtful response that I would like to make to some of the arguments that Titus has put forward in this article. Little snippets and lightweight froth have been all I’ve managed, and it won’t be until next week that things quiet down a bit, as we are traveling this weekend, and I expect to be fully occupied with auspicious events in the real world until Monday evening at the earliest. We’ll get back down to business around here after that.

Paparazzi

There’s lots of interesting news these days from really faraway places; if you’re interested in such things, you should subscribe to two of the newsletters I get: one published by NASA, and the other from Spaceweather.com.

There are three stories I’ll mention tonight.

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The Empty Computer

The noted computer scientist David Gelernter has been working on what he believes will replace the World Wide Web. He calls it the Worldbeam. Learn more here.

Epiphenomenalism: Cause for Concern

This entry is part 5 of 8 in the series Dualism vs. Materialism

In remarking on a recent post, commenter Titus Rivas offered a link to a paper he and Hein van Dongen wrote in 2001, in which they launch an assault on the mind-body model known as epiphenomenalism. Epiphenomenalism is the view that the subjective, conscious mind is a causally impotent byproduct of the physical activity of the brain — that it only witnesses our cognitive processes, without having the ability to influence them in any way.

I’ll admit that I have found epiphenomenalism attractive myself; it squares nicely with, to pick one example, the experimental results of Benjamin Libet, which seem to show that we act on our decisions before we are conscious of them. But it has its difficulties, too, and I think Rivas and van Dongen have mounted a successful refutation, which I will summarize here, of this philosophical position. It’s also worth mentioning that they stand in agreement on the insupportability of epiphenomenalism with philosopher Daniel Dennett ((see Consciousness Explained, 1991, pp 398-405)), and when you have two committed dualists in firm agreement with Dennett that a particular mind-brain model doesn’t work, you have good reason to be skeptical of it.

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Kevin Kim on Cho

Readers are encouraged to have a look at this thoughtful piece by Kevin Kim, in which he examines freedom and responsibility in the wake of the Virginia massacre.

Notes From The Edge

An item in today’s Times reports a new and important result from a major European research facility. After years of painstaking investigation, the Vatican has announced that Limbo, an area where the souls of unbaptized babies and of the multitudes who lived before the time of Christ were previously understood to dwell — not in communion with God, but enjoying “eternal happiness” nevertheless — has been found not to exist. This significant discovery has presumably been announced only after extensive peer review.

Further research may be necessary to determine the status of the individuals thereby displaced; as of now, the provisional theory consists of a “prayerful hope that they reach Heaven”. Heaven itself, of course, is still presumed to exist, barring experimental disconfirmation, occupying as it does a central position in what might be termed the “Standard Model”.

The Future Ain’t What It Used To Be

Peas as Large as Beets! Hot and Cold Air from Spigots!

…I haven’t the time this evening to disgorge any of the usual tendentious bloviation, so I thought I’d share with you a breezy little item I stumbled upon this morning, when I should have been working.

Man Will See Around the World! No Foods Will Be Exposed!!

These are just a few of the predictions made in 1900 by the domestic sybils of the Ladies’ Home Journal about what the world of 2000 would be like.

Store Purchases by Tube! Vegetables Grown by Electricity!!!

They actually did a fair job of it; you can judge for yourself here.

Miscarriage of Justice?

There is quite a ruction, as we might expect, over the Supreme Court’s ruling upholding a Federal law barring “partial birth” abortions, and even the justices of the Supreme Court seem quite angrily divided. This is law at its most difficult, in which separating the rights and interests of the parties involved — in fact, even defining how many interested parties there are — depends not on simple, practical considerations, but upon metaphysical intuitions for which there is no demonstrably correct answer, and about which people’s beliefs vary diametrically.

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Lake of Fire

In the wake of the horror at Virginia Tech, folks around the world, and here at home, are expressing a predictable variety of responses. The Left is calling for stricter gun control, the Right for stricter immigration, the Europeans are criticizing our violent culture, and all sorts of people are focusing on the Asian-ness, or more specifically the Korean-ness, of the shooter. (For the Korean viewpoint, I recommend that readers pay Kevin Kim a visit.) President Bush, with breathtaking clumsiness and insensitivity, prefaced his first remarks to the nation with an oafish assertion about his position on gun ownership. News anchors are cautioning us against racist outbursts; there will undoubtedly be some. (The Wall Street Journal today carried a level-headed editorial that readers may find of interest.)

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Law of Diminishing Returns

A few days ago the New York Times offered a revealing glimpse of the august body of solons by whose sage and impartial judgment New Jersey law is made.

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The Elements Rage

We’re back in Gotham, delayed for a day by the immense storm that has battered the Eastern Seaboard. We sat out the tempest in Wellfleet, Massachussetts, which is situated on a narrow spit of land twenty-five miles out to sea, and which took quite a pounding, as you might imagine.

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Call of the Wild

Back in early March I called readers’ attention to Colony Collapse Disorder, which is the name given to an alarming development: bees abandoning their hives, never to be found. This ominous phenomenon, which presents a major threat to our food supply, is already a serious problem — here on the East Coast, it is estimated that 70% of commercial bee colonies are already depopulated. So far there has been no explanation, but now my friend Jess Kaplan has sent me a news item announcing that a European researcher, one Joachim Kuhn of Landau University, has identified a possible culprit: cellular phones. The idea is that the electromagnetic signals given off by mobile phones are interfering with the bees’ navigational systems, and that the bees, unable to find their way home, simply wander off into the wild, there to die alone.

It will be interesting to see how the Colony Collapse Working Group responds to this suggestion.

This is an extremely serious problem; Albert Einstein (who was, admittedly, not a trained agronomist) is quoted in the story as having said that if the bees disappeared, “man would have only four years of life left”. Well, they are indeed disappearing, and fast.

Read the article here.

My Lucky Day

Today is Friday the 13th, an occasion that many folks regard with a wary eye.

Not me, though: as it happens, I was born on a Friday the 13th, 51 years ago today. So whenever they pop up I always think of them as auspicious. Of course, as a man of science, I realize that’s just superstitious nonsense, but there it is anyway. It happens to the best of us.

There’s a story about the great Danish physicist Niels Bohr: apparently he was greeting some visitors at his country house, and one of them was surprised to see a horseshoe hanging over the doorway. When asked what it was doing there, Bohr said that he had heard it brings good luck.

“But professor! Surely you don’t believe in such things!”

“Of course not,” said Bohr. “But they say it works even if you don’t believe in it!”

We’ll be on the road today, and Internet access will be spotty over the weekend, so content may be thin over the next couple of days.

Imus

Imus, Imus, Imus, Imus, Imus, Imus, Imus, Imus, Imus. Imus Imus Imus. Imus Imus Imus, Imus, Imus Imus Imus Imus Imus!

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Nitworking

If you’ve ever set up a wireless home network using Windows machines, you know what a vexatious task it can be. David Pogue, tech reporter for the New York Times, shares his personal adventure here. It appears there is room for improvement.

And So It Goes

My friend Duncan Werner has just alerted me to the sad news that Kurt Vonnegut has died. Duncan’s note contained the following passage from Cat’s Cradle, which seems as apt as anything I might say:

If I were a younger man, I would write a history of human stupidity; and I would climb to the top of Mount McCabe and lie down on my back with my history for a pillow; and I would take from the ground some of the blue-white poison that makes statues of men; and I would make a statue of myself, lying on my back, grinning horribly, and thumbing my nose at You Know Who.

Shi’a Happens

Today’s Wall Street Journal features an informative piece by Mideast scholar Fouad Ajami on the changing balance of power in Iraq. An excerpt:

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tceffE dnA esuaC

If you follow such things, you might be interested to read about an effort by a University of Washington researcher to demonstrate what is known as “quantum retrocausality” – in other words, backwards causation.

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Tempest in a Teapot

There is a front-page story in today’s New York Times about a radical and highly controversial proposal that, if adopted, will almost certainly shake our civilization to its very foundations: voluntary guidelines for well-mannered blogging.

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It’s Not Just Physical

This entry is part 4 of 8 in the series Dualism vs. Materialism

In the last three posts in this series on mind-body interaction, we looked at some of the more serious objections to what is known as “interactionist ‘substance’ dualism”. After laying out a litany of difficulties with this model, I ended the previous entry by asking why anyone would defend such a view.

There are several reasons. Let’s look some of them over.

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Wikifeedya

From my good friend Duncan Werner, one of the cleverest people I’ve ever met (I’m sure he’d rather I hadn’t said that, but there it is), comes something brand new that I think will be a Big Deal indeed before long — and as far as I know, you waka waka waka readers are the very first people in the whole wide world to hear about it. It’s a simple enough idea; one of those that make you ask yourself “why didn’t I think of that?”

What is it? Well, think of Wikipedia. Now think of a good place to eat. Now look here.

It’s a Hell of a Town

In recent years, though I still record an album or two a year, I’ve spent most of my working hours as a software engineer. Most of my code is written in the “object-oriented” language C++, and is designed to run on the Windows operating system.

I took up this arcane profession just at the beginning of the new millennium, in response to the precipitous decline of the recording industry in the late 1990’s. Given that software engineering is well suited to the solitary brooder, I thought it was something I’d be good at — I’d always had a flair for logic and math, and had spent my working life to date in a highly technical field — but getting up to a professional level in advanced C++ programming was no small challenge for a doddering geezer of 45. At my first job in my new career, surrounded by dauntingly sharp-witted experts half my age, and still adjusting to my change in status from globetrotting recording-studio Big Shot to middle-aged nobody, I felt as if I were pulling onto the Autobahn in a fully-loaded 1967 VW microbus.

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Red Hot Planet

Hard upon the government’s global-warming setback at the hands of the Supreme Court, we have new evidence that the Bush administration’s environmental perfidy knows no Earthly bounds.

Learn more here.

Coke and a Smile

I can tell you from dolorous personal experience how difficult it can be, once you have confected a snappy little essay, blog post, or other other coruscating gem of tightly condensed prose, to come up with an apt and witty title; often it’s the hardest part of the job. So I have long admired the editors of the city’s tabloid newspapers, who are perhaps the greatest masters of this recondite art. The New York Post (one of the nation’s oldest papers, by the way, having been founded by Alexander Hamilton in 1801) leads the pack; examples include announcing the sportscaster Marv Albert’s firing for being a cross-dresser with the headline Marv Gets Pink Slip, and long-ago classics like Headless Body In Topless Bar. I remember that when the barely human Mike Tyson snacked on a piece of Evander Holyfield’s ear during a title fight the Post brought the matter to our attention with Chump Chomps Champ.

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Problem Solved

According to this news item from the Russian news agency Novosti, the Belgian region of Wallonia has found a potent weapon against human-induced climate change: a tax on barbecueing. As I’m sure our readers are well aware, a session at the grill can produce up to 50 grams of carbon dioxide. But rest easy: the glaciers will soon be advancing once again, now that carnivorous Walloons will have to fork over 20 Euros to the government before they can heat their meat.

How will the new policy be enforced, you ask? By helicopters wielding thermal sensors.

As James Taranto (to whom we tip our hat for the story) points out: “Good thing helicopters don’t emit any CO2!”

Going, Going…

I’ve mentioned this before, but my friend Patrick Goldsmith, who spent years collecting handmade art in Southeast asia, is selling his collection in order that he may move to China. He has a wonderful assortment of beautiful objects, and as time is short, he is willing to part with them at fire-sale prices. If you have any interest in this sort of thing, this is a great opportunity to get your hands on some lovely pieces.

You can view the collection, and contact Pat, here.

Slipping Away

My friend Jess Kaplan calls our attention to an extremely disturbing development: schools in the UK are now avoiding the subject of the Holocaust in their history curricula in order to avoid offending Muslim students, whose social and religious programming often includes Holocaust denial.

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Dead Man Walking

I’ve just run across an unsettling story on the BBC’s website: while we’ve been bickering about philosophical zombies, it appears that over in Cambodia they have to deal with the real thing. Have a look here.

A Culture of Moderation

Beneath the spreading pall of dreadful and worsening news blowing daily from the tormented Middle East, there is a small spark of light — a newly founded party of peace and reason in Palestine that calls itself Wasatia. Its founder, Professor Mohammed Dajani, of Al-Quds University in East Jerusalem, describes the organization’s mission:

“We want to foster a culture of moderation so that our children do not grow up just with the literature of hate and violence,” he said. “We want our children to grow up in a culture where people can co-exist in peace and harmony.”

Another of the founders, one Bashar Azzeh, is a doctoral student in conflict system management. He tells us:

“The image of Islam in the United States is that it is extremist, but we have found that hardliners are not the majority among Palestinians. I have been to the villages and talked to people. There is a feeling that people have tried violence, they have tried everything, and this is what we need now. People want a moderate political culture and an end to violence and ignorance. They want a reflection of what we are.”

How heartening to see even the smallest candle lighted against such suffocating darkness. Learn more here.

Beside Myself

I haven’t ranted about the decline of the English language in quite a while, but I do find myself vexed almost to the point of irritability by a particularly gruesome verbal tic that seems more and more in fashion. I refer, of course, to the increasingly common use of the word “myself” as a nonreflexive pronoun. You hear it all the time lately, in sentences like:

    “The director has asked Zoltan and myself to oversee the completion of the TPS reports.”

    “Readers may direct comments either to Wally Stunkard or myself.”

This is an abomination. You don’t give something to “myself”, I do. You give something to me. The purpose of a reflexive pronoun is to serve as the object on occasions when the subject and object are the same, as in:

     “After I had dealt with Carol and her lover, I turned the blowtorch on myself.”

    “I decided to treat myself to an evening of gangsta rap and a large bowl of offal.”

I realize that there is a great deal of suffering in the world, and that perhaps we have more pressing matters to grieve us. But this sort of thing really drives myself up the wall.

No Parking Zone

As regular readers will know, I live in Park Slope, Brooklyn, a pleasant, attractive neighborhood of tree-lined streets and century-old townhouses that adjoins lovely Prospect Park. The area has had its ups and downs; when Nina and I moved here in 1982 the neighborhood was just emerging from many years of decline. During the Sixties and Seventies this was a pretty tough district — an Irish and Italian neighborhood with a lot of gangs and petty crime; during that era the handsome old buildings were neglected and often even abandoned. Since then, however, Park Slope has ridden the city’s rising tide of prosperity, and nowadays it’s a very affluent area, with upscale shops and restaurants, and the streets nowadays are full of attractive young couples pushing children in strollers. This is all very nice; certainly our own humble abode has appreciated gratifyingly since we took it over many years ago. But there is a dark side to all this American Dream stuff: you can’t find anyplace to park.

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Curiouser and Curiouser

The Cassini probe of Saturn has sent back a striking photograph of the planet’s northern polar region, taken in the infrared portion of the spectrum. It reveals a startling feature: an enormous hexagonal standing wave girdling the pole. You’ve never seen Saturn like this; you can see the image here.

One Year Gone

I must note with sorrow the anniversary of the death of my mother, Alison Calder Pollack, who left this vale of toil and sin one year ago today. All who knew her miss her most painfully; she was a truly extraordinary woman. You can read my remembrance of her, written shortly after her death, here.

To my father, Dr. William Pollack: know that we are all thinking of you today, Dad.

Marching As To War

There might be interesting times ahead for homosexual Jewish biology professors in South Carolina. Have a look here. (Hat tip to BV.)

Material Objections

This entry is part 3 of 8 in the series Dualism vs. Materialism

In the two previous posts (here, and here) in our ongoing examination of mind-body dualism, we looked at the “interaction problem” — the question of how an entirely non-physical Mind might push the necessary neural buttons and levers to get the body to do anything.

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Atheists 1, Foxholes 0

Readers of these pages will certainly be familiar with Daniel Dennett, the prominent Tufts University philosopher who has done important work over the last several decades on the subjects of free will, evolutionary theory, and, most notably, the philosophy of mind. Dennett has also been a major player lately in the increasingly voluble science-vs. religion debate; his book Breaking the Spell is must reading for those who have an interest — from either perspective — in this vital dialogue.

Well, our Dan has been through quite a lot in the past few months; in October he suffered an aortic dissection, and nearly died.

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