Having, as I do, an interest in matters astronomical, I subscribe to the NASA Science Newsletter (you can, too, by clicking here). Among the other extraterrestrial beats covered by their rovingest of reporters is the violent surface of our Sun.
The newsletter’s latest number carries a fantastic video of a swirling magnetic paroxysm, a vortex of nuclear fire nearly the size of the Earth. Read the story, and see the video, here.
Kevin Kim has posted a characteristically thought-provoking essay on violence and human nature. Do have a look.
You may already know about the TED conference, which is held each year in Monterey, California. The acronym stands for Technology, Entertainment, and Design, and the conference is a forum for presentations by, and discussions among, some of the brightest bulbs at the vanguard of technological and cultural evolution. I hadn’t heard of it myself until reading this article last week , by New York Times technology writer David Pogue, whose own weblog , by the way, is a rewarding destination for those of you who like to keep up with the latest nifty gadgetry.
Only a thousand people may attend the TED gathering each year, as it is intentionally confined to a small and intimate venue. (Next year’s event is apparently already sold out, at $6,000 a seat!) But the organizers have made videos of many of the presentations available on the Internet; you can find them here. I’ve only poked around a little, but there seems to be quite a lot of interesting material there; readers are encouraged to go and have a look.
Two things you should never watch being made. Here.
From my old PubSub pal Mike Zaharee — one of the top scientists at our now-shuttered Granite State Research Kitchen up in Nashua, New Hampshire — comes a surprising item. Are you thinking of trading in your gluttonous, swaggering Hummer for a fashionably meek, environmentally-friendly Prius? Not so fast. You might want to read this first.
Jean Baudrillard, that obfuscator extraordinaire of Continental theorymongers, died recently, his passing unmarked in these pages. (Words failed me.) His work lives on, however — which fact is itself aptly incomprehensible — in the International Journal of Baudrillard Studies. It surprises me not at all that the one and only Deogulwulf has commented upon this august publication amongst his observations of the passing scene; in this item he shares with us the musings of an Australian associate-professor of art upon the subtleties of relativistic astrophysics.
From today’s New York Times:
BAGHDAD, March 20 ”” Insurgents detonated a bomb in a car with two children in it after using the children as decoys to get through a military checkpoint in Baghdad, an American general said Tuesday.
Speaking at a news briefing at the Pentagon, Maj. Gen. Michael Barbaro, deputy director for regional operations at the Joint Staff, said American soldiers had stopped the car at the checkpoint but had allowed it to pass after seeing the two children in the back seat.
“Children in the back seat lower suspicion,’ he said, according to a transcript. “We let it move through. They parked the vehicle. The adults run out and detonate it with the children in back.’
General Barbaro offered no further details.
That human beings should be capable of such a thing is almost beyond belief, or at least ought to be. When they got out of the car before blowing it up, why couldn’t they have taken the children with them?
I confidently await the storm of outrage and condemnation that the Muslim world will hurl upon these vicious men for such an atrocity.
One of the leading thinkers and writers on the subjects that interest me most — the human mind, the evolution of life, and the connection between the two — is Harvard’s Steven Pinker. His books The Language Instinct, How the Mind Works, Words and Rules, and The Blank Slate are all outstanding, and should be read by anyone who shares my fascination with these complex and enormously important areas if inquiry. What I didn’t know, though, was that he is also both a marvelous photographer and a habitué of Cape Cod’s farthest extremities. I have just stumbled upon a collection of his photographs of the waters, skies, beaches and wildlife of Provincetown, Truro, and Wellfleet, and they are simply stupendous.
Pinker’s Cape images are gathered into two galleries, here and here, and the main page for all of his photography is here. Please do take a look; you won’t be disappointed. You will also get an idea of why I love this unique place so.
Here’s a nice piece of government work, from the AP (by way of James Taranto):
WASHINGTON — Suspected members of extremist groups have signed up as school-bus drivers in the United States, counterterror officials said yesterday in a cautionary bulletin to police. But an FBI spokesman said, “Parents and children have nothing to fear.”
Thank goodness! Had me worried for a moment.
Our pal Kevin Kim — essayist, professor, artist, and a genuine Renaissance man whose interests range from the comparative study of religion to philosophy of mind to the passing of intestinal gas, has just published a book. It’s called Water From a Skull, and is described online as “a collection of reflective essays and academic papers (1999-2006) on religious diversity, Buddhism, Christianity, mind, and other topics of personal interest.”
Kevin has a piercing and wide-ranging intellect, is a marvellous writer, and has a truly skanky sense of humor. I’m sure the book is well worth reading, and I’m going to get me a copy. You should too; you can pick one up here.
Enough brooding and introspection already. Let’s get happy. This will help:
Readers may be interested to take a look at the latest addition to the waka waka waka sidebar; it’s a relatively new website called Strange Maps. The site is exactly what its name suggests: a weblog devoted to cartographic curiosities. In here you will find such oddities as The Whole World in a Cloverleaf, East Germany Lives On — As a Tiny Carribean Island, The Most Generic Country Ever, the United Shapes of America, and a whole lot more.
Enjoy.
In the previous post in this thread, we were considering the causal linkage between my observation of a falling flowerpot and my stepping out of the way, and how a dualist account of such a chain of events might differ from a materialist one. Although the immaterial Mind of the dualist is considered to be not of the physical world, and therefore outside the purview of the natural sciences, that is not necessarily the case, as we shall see.
We’ll get right back to our look at causal interactions in mind-body dualism, but meanwhile I want to call everyone’s attention to a new link on the waka waka waka sidebar. It’s a website called Conscious Entities, and is maintained by an Englishman by the name of Peter Hankins. Mr. Hankins is, like me, an amateur fascinated by the questions and problems of consciousness, and he has done an impressive job of presenting them. He writes exceptionally well, and his site is inviting, extensive, and well-designed. This appears to be an outstanding resource for those of us who are curious about the philosophy of mind, and I look forward to exploring it in detail. I invite our readers to do the same.
Well, having got the boot for badgering dualists about their view of the world, I might as well carry on. In for a penny, in for a pound, I say. So for the next couple of posts I’ll discuss what all the fuss is about.
As I’ve said, there are some good-sized humps any dualist account has to get over, and the one that comes up most often is the problem of causal interaction. Let’s have a look.
I’m happy to say that waka waka waka‘s Brooklyn nerve center, which for the last couple of days has been as isolated as the hapless Easter Islanders of a thousand years ago, is once again connected to the outside world. Unfortunately, however, even though it is ten p.m. on a Friday night, I am still at my office in Midtown, attending to clamant matters having to do with my primary source of income. As I may be here into the wee hours, it appears that a resumption of the usual bombast, bloviation and braggadocio will have to wait one more day. I do apologize.
Unfortunately, Internet access from my Brooklyn lair is down; this may mean that waka waka waka will be down as well until the problem is fixed.
Thank you, Time Warner Cable.
Readers of these pages will know that I have often participated in the online discussion at The Maverick Philosopher, a weblog maintained by Dr. William Vallicella. Dr. Vallicella is a staunch defender of dualistic interpretations of the mind-body question, a position that puts him at odds with such prominent thinkers as Daniel Dennett, John Searle, the Churchlands, and many others (and of course with pretty much all of the neuroscientists studying the workings of the mind and brain). But despite what you may have gathered from harsh dismissals of dualism from Dennett et al., dualism is very much a defensible and consistent philosophical position. I believe it is most likely to turn out to be wrong — an unnecessary product of our need to fill explanatory gaps, and a relic of a pre-scientific model of the world — but it is indeed a view that can be coherently defended, and I have learned a great deal about how this can be done from Dr. Vallicella and his astute commenters.
Well, as far as survival in the polar regions is concerned I don’t think I’m about to knock Shackleton off his perch anytime soon, but I must say that after the weeks of frigid weather we’ve had, gleaning four dozen oysters from Wellfleet harbor this morning was far from the usual carefree splash in the bay. Indian Neck Beach today looked more like the Weddell Sea than the clement shores of Cape Cod, and I was on the lookout for leopard seals throughout. Fuzzy cell-phone pictures below.
The Jovian moon Io, its small size notwithstanding, is one of the most geologically active objects in the solar system. It is close enough to Jupiter that it is subject to constant tidal stresses, which generate a tremendous amount of heat in the moon’s interior. While most airless moons are scarred and pocked with impact craters, the surface of Io is quite smooth, due to its constantly being paved over with volcanic ejecta. Were Io much closer to Jupiter it would simply be torn apart.
Now the exploratory probe New Horizons, passing by on its way to Pluto, has sent home a remarkable image of an enormous eruption on this tormented moon. You can see it here.
Io is a truly remarkable place, unique in many ways. If you’d like to learn more, Wikipedia offers a good gateway article about this amazing little world.
We are traveling today, and Internet access will be spotty over the weekend, so blogging may be, as they say, light.
Are you planning an elegant social function? An afternoon garden party, peut-être, or perhaps a genteel soirée to raise money for a new wing at the local art museum? Don’t call the caterers before you consult this online oracle.
My old friend Pat Goldsmith, who has traveled the world for decades as a dealer in exotic art, is selling some of his collection. He has some particularly splendid examples of Indonesian batik and other South Asian work, and you can acquire them at very reasonable prices (particularly, I think, if you should mention that you heard about them here). By all means do take a look; his website is here.
Despite all Man’s ennobling qualities, despite all the many ways in which he is set apart from the beasts — his vaunted freedom of will, his keen moral intuition, his literature, his arts, his sciences, his care for the future, his veneration of the past — he still manages to give frequent and mortifying examples of how far there is to go, and of the extent to which he is yet ruled by the animal drives that writhe and snarl beneath his civilizing forebrain.
We are adding two new links to the sidebar. Both are blogs maintained by citizen journalists from Baghdad, with very different perspectives. The first, Iraq the Model, is the work of two brothers, Mohammed and Omar Fadhil, who see in their nation’s strife and suffering the hope of a nascent modern democracy, while the second, Baghdad Burning, is written by a highly articulate and obviously well-educated woman who goes only by the name Riverbend, and who bitterly laments the cruelty and chaos that has resulted from the war, and the fracturing and destabilization of Baghdad society after the fall of the old regime. Both are extraordinary examples of the power of this new medium.
If you haven’t already heard, there is something disturbing going on that might have far-reaching effects on North American agriculture. All over the country, the bees are disappearing.
What was meant to be a relaxing, restorative weekend of healthful exercise, quiet contemplation, and the writing of some meaty posts (about the freedom of the will, US politics, and a fascinating but largely unknown collector of unexplainable facts) instead became a weekend of the severest toil, thanks to a crisis at my workplace and a last-minute mixing session. I therefore find myself without any substantial offering for this evening, and will leave you for the nonce with… well, in fact, with nothing. I had briefly posted in this space, a few minutes ago, a link to some particularly lowbrow tomfoolery, but on reflection it seemed unworthy of the readership we have attracted here, and so I’ve taken it down.
With luck this week will be somewhat less demanding.
Reader Andrew Staroscik has sent along an interesting article about recent developments in the neuroscience of human brains, for those of you who are interested in such things. The gist of it is that human brains are markedly different from the brains of other animals not just in their gross anatomy, but in the microscopic details of the neural tissues themselves. In other words, it isn’t that all mammalian brains are made of the same stuff, with ours just being bigger and more complex, but rather that we have evolved some new varieties of brain cells that aren’t found elsewhere.
You can read the story here.
A provocative passage:
“Ask yourself: are you free? Many are inclined to answer ‘yes’, if they are relatively secure in a material sense and do not have to worry about the morrow, if they depend on no one for their livelihood or in the choice of their conditions of life. But is this freedom? Is it only a question of external conditions?
It is very, very difficult to develop oneself harmoniously. We are not one, but a collection of parts, and the parts bicker, struggle for power, jostle for position. Very often, one gets out in front of the others, sometimes for a very long while, and the last thing that it wants is for there to be an overview, a higher vantage, from which our whole inner world, and the tumult and disorder therein, can be seen.
The intellect, the instincts of the body, the emotions, all have their jobs to do in a properly functioning organization, but we are not so well organized, and there is no-one in charge. In one moment the feelings are on top, in the next it is some idea or other; soon it will be the stomach, a little later the reproductive organs — each with their own wishes, their own aims. And what of our aim? Where are we amid this riot, this anarchy? We are gazing out the window, or sitting comfortably — we must always be comfortable — dozing, recalling the past, or imagining the future; or we are fast asleep, dreaming that we are awake, that we are in command. And meanwhile, the servants, dressed in our clothes, are painting the town red, and writing checks in our name.
While Islamic culture isn’t exactly on the cutting edge of intellectual progress these days, it once was, as anyone with a rudimentary familiarity with history will know. In Islam’s heyday, the caliphate was a beacon of enlightenment, in fields as diverse as mathematics, medicine, and astronomy. I have often marveled at Islamic decorative art, in particular the intricate tesselations, with their complex fivefold symmetries, that grace Muslim architecture from those times, and have noted their similarity to what are known as Penrose tilings, named for the great mathematician and cosmologist who first subjected them to a rigorous examination.
Today’s New York Times carried an article about these remarkable mosaics, and suggested that the high Muslim culture that created them may even have glimpsed the idea of quasicrystals, aperiodic crystals that are built on the same odd, pentagonal geometry.
Learn more here.
You may have heard of the book The Structure of Scientific Revolutions, by the late Thomas Kuhn; it is arguably the most influential book ever written on the history and philosophy of science. In it, Kuhn examines the life cycle of a scientific “paradigm”, and the way that scientific communities pass from periods of “normal” science, during which research stays comfortably within the reigning paradigm, to “crises”, in which results begin to appear for which the current model cannot account, and during which more and more desperate efforts are made to preserve the existing view. An example of such a crisis would be the difficulties pre-relativistic physics found itself confronted with in the aftermath of the Michelson-Morley experiment.
Eventually, some breakthrough is made — a “scientific revolution” — and a new model is found that accommodates the troublesome data. Often this involves an entirely different understanding of the phenomena, and even of the nature of reality itself; Kuhn coined the now-familiar term “paradigm shift” to refer to this sort of reformulation.
While I’m trying to find the time to get back to more serious topics, here’s an amusing bit of froth, in which we find Robert deNiro doing what he does best.
There are lot of sidewalk book-vendors in my neighborhood, and it’s hard for me to take a walk along the avenue without noticing something I just have to take home. Today’s grocery bag also ended up containing a slim volume from 1906, the year our house was built.
These past two weekends mark the celebration of the Chinese New Year; this time around it’s the Year of the Pig. As I’ve mentioned before, kung fu schools traditionally take to the streets to do lion and dragon dances. Ours is no exception, and as I’ve done most years since 1976, I spent the day traipsing around New York’s Chinatown in the freezing cold.
I do apologize for the dearth of worthwhile content around here lately, but it’s been a busy week. Tonight, for example, we spent the evening at a Lewis Black show at City Center. Black, who splutters in dumbfounded amazement at the world’s absurdities, is a funny guy, part of an honored tradition of professional ranters. At times tonight I was reminded of another, even more idiosyncratic observer of the humanity’s hyperkinetic confusion: one Brother Theodore, who referred to his act as “stand-up tragedy”.
We mentioned a little while ago the increasingly vexatious problem of space debris. Astronomers and aerospace engineers worry that we are fast approaching a sort of critical mass, in which the breakup of some some large orbiting derelict will generate enough fragments to begin a chain reaction that could well end up with the lowere reaches of orbital space too cluttered with lethal projectiles to fly safely through any longer. For this reason the recent demolition of a Chinese satellite in a weapons test was greeted by shock and derision from the spacefaring community, and now comes the news that things may have just got a good deal worse.
Learn more here.
Saxophonist Michael Brecker, who died most unjustly a few weeks ago, was remembered tonight in a memorial service at Town Hall, which was filled to capacity by the people who knew and loved him.
I’m afflicted today with what appears to be food poisoning, and have absolutely nothing to offer tonight — especially as I’ve used up any remaining fuel in the cogitative tank commenting on an interesting thread at philosopher Alan Rhoda’s website about the “problem of evil”, and whether our morality is based on any sort of objective foundation. Interested readers may find that post, and my long-winded opinion, here.
We’re at Avatar Studios all weekend, working long hours both days. Back Monday, if not sooner.
From trumpeter John McNeil, who’s been through a lot:
In Lebanon yesterday, supporters of the Western-backed, Sunni-led government marked the second anniversary of the assassination of the former prime minister Rafik Hariri with a large demonstration. According to the story in today’s paper, as they marched along they chanted:
One of the cleverer ways that archaeologists date the artifacts they find is a technique known as dendrochronology, which relies on the patterns of growth rings in the trunks of trees.
I miss Carl Sagan. He was such a gentle and reasonable man, eloquent and passionate, but never strident, never shrill. He took immense joy in the simple fact that we humans live in a breathtakingly beautiful natural world, a universe of bottomless wonder and complexity, and that from this dance of atoms and forces arose beings that could come, in time, to understand it: that we, born of the ashes of suns, are the mirror in which the awakened Cosmos can behold itself.
An article in today’s Times raises an interesting issue. The story concerns a Dr. Marcus Ross, who was recently awarded a Ph.D. in paleontology by the University of Rhode Island. His professors all seem to agree that he did good solid scientific work in the pursuit of his degree, but there is one curious wrinkle: the newly minted Dr. Ross is a young-earth creationist.
I’m mixing all day today, so have no time for the usual logorrheic bombast. Here’s an interesting morsel, though:
If you’re planning a visit to the moon, but aren’t sure what to occupy yourself with once you get there, NASA has put together a handy 181-item to-do list. Read all about it here.
I’ll join Kevin Kim in suggesting that readers go take a look at this post by Bill Keezer — one of our valued readers and commenters — on how wrong things might go if our Islamic enemies acquire nuclear weapons.
Yesterday we took up Jared Diamond’s discussion of Easter Island in his latest book, Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed. The book, as I suppose anyone who hasn’t just been stunned by a blow to the head might gather from the title, looks at societies that have failed, contrasts them with others that have not, and attempts to explain the difference.
My old friend Jess, a California attorney, comments on the sad death of Anna Nicole Smith:
This shows, once again, how higher-level appellate litigation devastates the body.
You may be familiar with the author Jared Diamond, whose book Guns, Germs, and Steel: The Fates of Human Societies netted a Pulitzer Prize. I’ve now been reading his latest effort, Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed.