Harlow is in his Hangar, Contemplating, Pondering and Ruminating

Harlow is in his Hangar, Contemplating, Pondering and Ruminating
Blimp Hangar (c. late 1930's)

2016/04/27

Three Easy Pieces, Two Swans A-Swimming, and a Badly Broken Hal-le-lu-jah

Explanatory Preface

I reverted to my old habit of sending elaborate letters to my correspondents, instead of posting to my blog like I had resolved to do some time ago. So in some places, it will read like a letter, which it was.

This letter concerns my [music] listening, reading and thinking, as opposed to being a status report on my physical and mental health. That fact may bear on your decision whether or not to continue. No offense taken if you do not. Let me know, and I will write you off, er,
I mean, cancel your subscription. Considering my Disordered OC, you should not be surprised that I felt it necessary to look up "offense" to be absolutely sure of the spelling. My volatile memory now holds that "offence" is the British equivalent. Also, I found one of the definitions to be "something that outrages moral sensibilities", the specter (spectre) of which may also influence your decision to proceed.

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate
Dante's Inferno. Hint: Gates of Hell... Metaphorical reference
to the juncture between this paragraph and the following.
OK, the phrase is Italian for "Abandon all hope, ye who enter".

Introduction

A number of days ago, I began this letter, which I am now trying to salvage. Based on the preliminary estimate of scope, I had to subdivide the content into installments. This is the first. It has been a great while since I discussed music, as opposed to more recent discourse on mathematics, science, philosophy, and culture. I have herein provided links for reference, but instead of forcing the reader to negotiate these obstacles at the outset, I have moved them to the end. In the past, my Introductions could more appropriately have been called Apologia, but I have since decided that life is too short to defend things before I have written them. This paragraph was condensed by Reader's Digest from the full page in my head.

Hallelujah

When I first heard the song "Hallelujah", I thought OK, it's not too objectionable, nice music. With that many repetitions of the word Hallelujah, I figured it must a popular praise song of the Contemporary Christian Music Community (hereinafter CCMC). I didn't even bother to listen to the non-Hallelujah text, sure to be content familiar to me, but not really my cup of wine. However, I kept hearing it, and I do not seek out such songs. I read somewhere that someone had changed the lyrics, which seemed odd to me. Finally, I discovered "Hallelujah" had been written by Leonard Cohen in 1984, to which I reacted Leonard Cohen?? 1984?? Still, I did not investigate fully until recently. Found the original lyrics, listened twice. Decided it was actually a great song, quintessential Leonard Cohen. But why on earth does the CCMC think of it as a praise song? No wonder the Osmonds (per my research) changed the lyrics to lend more sacred content, or else the CCMC doesn't pay attention to the non-Hallelujah words either. Anyway, my cognizance is now more complete, sort of.

Since I wrote the previous paragraph, I've had some time to mull it over. I may have been a bit too agnostically harsh. Interestingly, I just told someone, regarding a different song, "There is a fine line between a love song and a praise song." Having now listened to several different performances of "Hallelujah", with the benefit of my new investigational 20-20 hindsight, I hear a love song, albeit gritty and coarse, sad and joyous, sacred and profane. The song is largely about "broken" Hallelujahs (see commentary reference link below), but also about rapturous Hallelujahs, arguably both physical and spiritual. It portrays the deep pain that permeates the interstices of existence, the dear cost of love, and of life itself. For me, this is a sad song. The reiteration of the title Hallelujah at such a measured pace, enables the skilled singer to evoke different shades of meaning for each successive repetition. I think it is an intense and powerful song. It speaks to me, no, it beckons me, to examine my life through its lens, astigmatic as it may be. It conjures within me, emotions too intimate to express. I expect it does that for each listener, and therein lies individual interpretation. I get love, both romantic and carnal. Others may get love, both divine and spiritual. In both cases, affirmation.

Incidentally, for me, the aspect that makes this song so powerful, the repeated Hallelujah, makes for infrequent listening. I don't have (want?) that much Hallelujah in my life, broken or otherwise. Or maybe I just don't want to be coerced into repeated self-examination.

Why, you may ask, as did the little paranoid voice in my head, do I think the song is so sexual? Well, first off, the veil of implication is very thin. I've heard less direct references in porno dialog. And then there's the vacuum left by my fading theism, into which other thoughts are too easily sucked. Waxing momentarily serious, I will admit that I have been sensitized to detect such double entendres, but not in the way you might think. Hold that thought, even if it's wrong.

The First Swan

No, not in the Garden of Eden, in this letter.

Over the course of my life, I have encountered a precious few pieces of music, that have changed me on the spot. Left me dumbstruck, brought tears to my eyes, moved the earth beneath my feet, quickened my breath and pulse. This is not an effect reserved for musicians, but extends to anyone having at least one musical bone in their body. I dare say, you are thinking right now about your own experience with such musical revelations.

One of my transforming pieces is the Italian Renaissance madrigal,
Il bianco e dolce cigno (The White and Sweet Swan) by Jacques Arcadelt (c1505-1568). When I regained conscious thought, I knew, at least for that moment, it was the most beautiful piece I had ever heard. At this point, I will suggest that you listen to one or more of the YouTube videos, links are below under Reference. Here is the Italian text with translation. We'll talk more after you listen...

(Italian, rhymed)
Il bianco e dolce cigno cantando more,
Ed io, piangendo,
Giung'al fin del viver mio.
Stran'e diversa sorte,
Ch'ei more sconsolato,
Ed io moro beato.
Morte, che nel morire,
M'empie di gioia tutt'e di desire.
Se nel morire altro dolor non sento,
Di mille mort'il di sarei contendo.


(English, idiomatic)
The sweet white swan dies singing,
and I, weeping, reach the end of my life.
Strange and different fates,

that he dies disconsolate, and I die blessed.
Death, which in dying, fills me full of joy and desire.
If in dying, were I to feel no other pain,
I would be content to die a thousand deaths a day.


When I first heard this piece, I had only enough Italian to understand the title, so my spiritual experience was based only upon the music, and maybe the beautiful lilt of the Italian language, but not the actual words. Except maybe "mille mort", which I knew meant "a thousand deaths". So I had no semantic context, only the pure sound. I must emphasize here that I was both transfixed and transfigured on first hearing this piece, a very intense experience. If you choose to respond to this letter (not required), I would be interested in your reaction to the piece.

Ah, but all is not what it seems. Don't you just hate it, when you hold something dear, beautiful, and pure, and then someone sullies and degrades it, so much so that you are devastated and embarrassed by your initial ardor? Yeah. Me, too. Well, that's exactly what happened to me. And now I will inflict it on you. Hey, at least I warned you.

It turns out that in the Renaissance, the standards of society were modest to the point of prudery, not unlike the Victorian Era. However, in many segments of society, apparently including musicians, the veneer of politeness was appreciably thinner than you might expect. It is not unusual, even today, that those who want to talk about sex and other wickedness, ascribe alternative salacious meanings to otherwise innocent words. Yep, here it comes.

In such Renaissance double-speak, as in the dialog of more cerebral porn films, the word "death" is synonymous with "orgasm". There are, of course, other words and phrases that carry similar dual meanings. However, in many cases, it only takes one word (in this case, death) to lend the dual meaning to the surrounding context. For the most part, I will leave the contextual reinterpretation as an exercise for the reader, but I will drop some hints.

When I looked closely at the English translation of the text, fortified with a better-educated command of Italian, I was confused by the seeming role reversal between the singer and the swan. At first, the approach of death finds the swan singing and the singer weeping. [My only other source for swans singing at death is found in the next section, The Second Swan (No, don't look yet!). For the moment, let's just assume singing is natural for a dying swan.] Then suddenly the swan is dying disconsolate? And the singer is dying blessed? Blessed? OCD again, check the Italian carefully to be sure. Alternative translations of "beato"... Blessed. Blissful?! Lucky?!?! Finally, the light began to dawn. In my defense, I went for years without the double meaning ever occurring to me. Such is the power of music, to blind a man from the more abject and sordid aspects of life. OK, give me a "Duh!". Upon realizing the worst, I was truly angry that the same people who snigger at dirty jokes, were out there sniggering at this beautiful madrigal about having sex a thousand times a day.

A final note...(wait for it) I think the cascading descent of the voices on "de mille mort" is very skillful text-painting. It reminds me of a fountain, or fireworks, or perhaps both? (Sorry.)

The Second Swan

No, not on Noah's Ark, in this letter.

Yes, a second madrigal, in English, about a second swan, which also dies singing. I am sorry that this piece is not another one that immediately struck awe into my mind and heart. I was not very impressed with it at first blush. However, it has grown on me like kudzu.
I once long ago had a Music History prof, a very sensitive and emotional man, who challenged me. "Go to the appropriate museum, and view one of Monet's mural-sized paintings of Water Lilies. After a few minutes, you will suddenly find it so beautiful you can't stand it! " He spoke to me that intensely, the italics seared right into my ROM. Thus has this madrigal beguiled me over the years since. I won't say any more until you listen to The Silver Swan by Orlando Gibbons (1583-1625). You, too, should have the pleasure of relatively uninformed discovery. First, the text...


The Silver Swan who, living, had no note,
When death approach'd, unlock'd her silent throat.
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sung her first and last, And sung no more:
"Farewell all joys, O death come close mine eyes.
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise."


Catch me at the right moment, and this madrigal will bring tears to my eyes. It is very sad, mournful, accepting of death, but not above taking a swipe at the ignorant masses (geese). I will dispense with the suspense, and state for the record, I don't believe there is any sexual implication here, at any level. (Except perhaps that if you're a goose, you're f*cked.) I may be wrong about the piece's purity, but I am unwilling to stretch my imagination that frighteningly far.

About swans singing at death... This has been a proverb since Ancient Greece. It is the basis for the term "swan song". (Let's hear another rousing "DUH!" for Bud, who just figured that out.)

Having consulted my favorite spurious tertiary source, Wikipedia, I discovered there is some speculation that Gibbons' last line is lamenting "the demise of the English madrigal form or, more generally, the loss of the late Elizabethan musical tradition." I guess his goose-swan distinction is thus limited to musicians, and perhaps their patrons.

Gibbons was the leading composer in England during his lifetime. Also an accomplished organist and virginalist (harpsichordist), he was appointed to the Chapel Royal, a prestigious post devoted primarily to sacred music. Perhaps this is why his madrigal is not sexually charged. Jacques Arcadelt, on the other hand, was Franco-Flemish, and the preeminent composer of madrigals and chansons (secular music) during his lifetime. However, he did hold a number of church posts to pay the rent.

It is risky to criticize such a classic madrigal as The Silver Swan, but hey, Gibbons is long dead. I'm not on Twitter, and anyway, how big could his fan base be? The world-wide Episcopal Church, the academic music community, and every college student who ever took Music Appreciation. Maybe I should rethink this... The only quibble I have is with that last line. At the end of this beautiful intimate portrait of death and sadness, Gibbons slaps on a thinly veiled political statement in graffiti spray paint. How would the swan know that? The swan would never say that. Maybe the aphorism is too trite for our modern ears, too stale and banal, insufficiently profound, considering the high poetic artistry of the other lyrics. I am not a master of iambic pentameter, but I nonetheless brazenly dare to offer a less controversial alternative.

"Farewell all joys, O death come close mine eyes,
And bear mine spirit off to paradise."


I encourage you to devise your own alternative closure to the madrigal, so I won't feel quite so alone out here on this limb. Perhaps the piece in any other form would not have lasted so long.

Answers without Questions

You can now let go of that thought you were holding. My sensitivity to sexual overtones in text comes from studying way too many madrigals in Music School. (offense? offence?)

Italian poetry, which includes virtually all Italian musical texts, is highly elided. In order to render the elisions explicit, apostrophes are inserted for the missing letter(s). This is critical to the singer, and difficult for those learning the language. Think of the helpful fingerings marked in your piano music.

It took me way too long to complete this letter. I started in mid-March. If I had a deadline, I would be toast. Of course, it is highly uncharacteristic of me to make deadlines.

Most musical examples on YouTube leave much to be desired as far as quality, he says derisively. It is a pool of randomly uploaded favorites and abominably poor self-made videos. You have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your YouTube prince. If it weren't for bad recordings, we'd have no recordings at all. Gloom, despair, and agony on us. I suppose there are good and useful parts of YouTube, but I have yet to discover them. Remember, I'm not on Twitter.

I wish I had a big finish, but the pressure of pushing this out the door, er, outbox, yet tonight is giving me writer's block. Aphorism: When you have nothing more to say, shut up.

Love to all !
HARLOW

REFERENCES


Hallelujah (1984)

Leonard Cohen (b.1934)

Performances


Leonard Cohen (1985), live performance, audio only


Jeff Buckley (1994?), official music video


K D Lang (2005), live performance, video


The Osmonds (2015), revised lyrics (sacred, Christmas), audio only

Commentary and Lyrics


Song Facts website, Entry: Hallelujah By Jeff Buckley


Il bianco e dolce cigno (a4)

Primo libro dei madrigali (1538/39) [first book of madrigals]
Jacques Arcadelt (c1505-1568)

Performances (all excellent recordings)


The Consort of Musicke, Anthony Rooley, dir. (1987), audio only,
vocal performance followed immediately by instrumental (viol consort)


The Hilliard Ensemble (date?), video continuously displays the score.
I feel this performance is most expressive of text.


The King's Singers (date?), video continuously displays the score.
This is the tempo most to my liking.


The Silver Swan (a5), 1612

Orlando Gibbons (1583-1625)

Performances (excellent recordings)


Trinity Baroque (date?), video continuously displays the score.


The Tallis Scholars (date?), video continuously displays the text.

2013/04/09

YES I WILL! (OH, NO YOU WON'T!)


Agency
 
I have been reading a lot about “Agency”, also called Free Will or Free Agency, that last one not to be confused with the special case of “free agency” for overpaid professional sports figures. As I understand Agency, it means that you can always decide what you will do, and the future is indeterminate, depending on both the actions of humans and the forces of nature.

Religious folks believe Agency is bestowed by God, in hopes that His people will opt for good, but eternally damning them if they do not choose wisely. Christians are even given a mulligan, through the intercession of Christ's Atonement. The forces of nature are directed by God, destructive instances of which are characterized as “Acts of God” or “God's Will”. They can thus be rationalized (especially the really bad stuff) by the fact that God's actions are beyond the understanding of humankind. Man may propose, but as humanity's inscrutable task master, God has no in-basket, and disposes directly into file 13.

Meanwhile, the secular folks, including agnostics (not sure), atheists (sure not) and others across the wide spectrum of doubt, question, take issue with, or outright reject the role of God in these matters. They wonder about and even repudiate the very existence of God. However, they are left with two big questions. If not created by God, whence the Universe? And is there a purpose to it all? More particularly, how did life arise from non-life? And why?

Predestination


I find it interesting that there are those, both religious and secular, who reject Agency altogether, and believe in some form of “Predestination”. All past, present, and future events were, are, and will be eternally extant (established by God or Nature), and humans have no power (agency) to change this foreordained cosmic pattern. We're just going through the motions.

Calvinists, and probably others of whom I am not aware, believe the future is written indelibly in the account of all things by the ineffably fickle finger of God. This includes the individual salvation or damnation of each person, quick, dead, or yet to be born.
[Saint] Paul clearly declares that it is only when the salvation of a remnant [arbitrary group of persons?] is ascribed to gratuitous election, we arrive at the knowledge that God saves whom he wills of his mere good pleasure, and does not pay a debt, a debt which never can be due. [i.e. in return for a righteous life of good works] – John Calvin (1509-1564), Institutes of the Christian Religion, 1536.
Pretty bold of Calvin to describe God's good pleasure as “mere”. I have to say, I would be deeply devastated to lead my whole life, striving for righteousness, extending compassion to my fellow man, only to find at my day of reckoning, that all along I had been inexorably doomed. What would have been the point? However, if I knew my predetermined status from the outset, at least I could have had the freedom to sin profligately and indiscriminately. Oh, wait. I couldn't really “choose” to do that, could I? What a crock!
Seek not to know what must not be revealed,
For joy only flows where fate is most concealed.
A busy person would find their sorrows much more;
If future fortunes were known before!
– John Dryden (1631-1700), English Poet et al.
Here is an apropos observation, that captures the widely held distinction between the religious and secular flavors of Predestination, albeit dismissive of the skeptics and nonbelievers.
A God without dominion, providence, and final causes,
is nothing else but fate and nature.
– Alexander Pope (1688-1744), English Poet

Fate

Some secular souls (wow, both alliteration and irony) believe in, or at least pay lip service to, mysterious, dispassionate, inescapable “Fate”. For them, life is as fully predetermined as for the sullen Calvinists, one exception being that an afterlife of either salvation or damnation isn't necessarily part of this predestination package.

A number of ancient mythologies include The Three Fates. The Greek incarnations thereof are Clotho (the spinner) who spins the thread of life, Lachesis (the drawer of lots) who measures the thread, and Atropos (the inevitable) who cuts the thread, determining the time and manner of a person's demise. I first heard the names of these Fates via Emerson, Lake & Palmer's debut album (1970), which includes an extended piece titled The Three Fates, three movements, each devoted to one of the Fates. My brother Chris owned the album. He was into the nihilism of rock music, while I was deeply immersed in the idealism of folk music. “If I had a hammer...”

In general usage, Fate can be a slippery term. It is not always clear whether a person's fate is considered preordained or not. More often,
I think, throughout history, people have believed Fate to be inevitable.
Fate is the endless chain of causation, whereby things are;
the reason or formula by which the world goes on.
– Citium Zeno (c. 334 BC – c. 262 BC)
Greek Philosopher, Founder of Stoicism
Fate leads him who follows it, and drags him who resist.
– Plutarch (c. 46 – 120 AD), Greek Historian & Essayist
Fate gives you the finger and you accept.
– William Shatner (b. 1931), Canadian Actor et al.
Captain James T. Kirk of the Starship Enterprise (Star Trek)
Love cannot save you from your own fate.
– Jim Morrison (1943-1971), Lead Singer of "The Doors"
Some invocations of Fate are spoken in the wake of inexplicable tragedies, in order to lamely rationalize, and thus perhaps absolve, the “ill-fated” victims and survivors alike, from the pall of blame and guilt. Shit happens, even to the God-fearing.
People without firmness of character love to make up a fate for themselves; that relieves them of the necessity of having their own will and of taking responsibility for themselves.
– Ivan Turgenev (1818-1883), Russian Writer
Fortuitous circumstances constitute the moulds that shape the majority of human lives, and the hasty impress of an accident is too often regarded as the relentless decree of all ordaining Fate.
– Olympia Brown (1835-1926), American Suffragist
First female Ordained Minister in the US
When good befalls a man he calls it Providence, when evil Fate.
– Knut Hamsun (1859-1952), Norwegian Author, Nobel Laureate

Fate & Destiny

The terms Fate and Destiny are often bandied about ambiguously, even synonymously, but in fact, they are the starkly opposed extrema of the scale upon which is weighed the value, the meaningfulness, of our lives. Fate bears the stigma of failure and despair, while Destiny embodies the very essence of fulfillment and joy.
Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice;
it is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.
– William Jennings Bryan, 1899
I do not believe in a fate that falls on men however they act;
but I do believe in a fate that falls on them unless they act.
– Buddha
If you do not create your destiny,
you will have your fate inflicted upon you.
– William Irwin Thompson (b. 1938)
American Social Philosopher & Cultural Critic
Destiny is optional, and Fate is the default. A person must put forth the effort to fulfill his destiny, or at least avoid his fate. The ominous phrase “sealed his fate” suggests that your individual fate might initially be indeterminate, but some crucial, pivotal, decisive event, perhaps a “twist of fate”, renders the denouement of your life irrevocably fixed. Destiny lies along one of the infinite number of potential paths, which like Schrödinger's probability wave, all collapse at the end of your life into the single path actually taken. However, that path may not fulfill your destiny, rather, it may consign you to your fate.

The path to destiny fulfillment usually involves a quest of some sort, a long and arduous journey with many detours, requiring fortitude, determination, and perseverance. In some cases, people just don't have the right stuff. We hear or read all the time about individuals who don't quite manage to pull it off. Hence the hollow fate-as-excuse phrase “it wasn't meant to be”.

Is there a kind of limbo between Destiny and Fate? I suspect most would say no, it is a binary choice – succeed or fail. Unfulfilled Destiny is Fate. Nonetheless, there seem to be varying degrees of cruelty on the Fate side of the equation. In some cases, simple non-achievement is a sufficiently crushing defeat. Other fates are even more severe in terms of pain and suffering, both physical and psychological, up to and including a “fate worse than death”.
It is to be remarked that a good many people are born
curiously unfitted for the fate waiting them on this earth.
– Joseph Conrad (1857-1924), Polish Author & Seaman
Collective Fate & Destiny
Is there a social obligation to assume individual responsibility for the fate/destiny of mankind? Furthermore, is our personal “life outcome” inextricably linked to the collective outcome for all humanity? I would answer yes to both questions, but a wider discussion will have to wait for another essay.
We are not going to be able to operate our Spaceship Earth successfully nor for much longer unless we see it as a whole spaceship and our fate as common. It has to be everybody or nobody.
– R. Buckminster Fuller,
American architect, systems theorist, author, designer, inventor, and futurist
Where Do I Stand?
I'm glad you asked, I think. It makes me pin myself down, although that is not necessarily a comfortable position in which to be. I am a deeply despairing doubter. I doubt God's existence, but of course, I don't know for sure. I am strongly disinclined toward the many God-centric religions, especially the dogmatic fundamentalists and the aggressive evangelists. However, I do find the Unitarian Universalists and some of the “eastern” religions distinctly less unappealing. I no longer congregate, preferring to practice my agnosticism alone.

As far as Fate and Destiny, I believe the universe is non-deterministic. We all have agency, not subject to any form of predestination, neither sacred or secular. However, I think we all have potential, which can be realized or not. If you consider the former as an optional destiny, or the latter as a default fate, I will not argue too strenuously. I believe there is “meaning” to every life, but what that meaning might actually mean, depends on who (relatively) or what (absolutely) applies the semantics. This is another subject to be explored in a future essay.

What about an afterlife? I'd like to think I would exist forever in some form, but it would certainly be more attractive if I could still have an occasional cheeseburger, fries, and a shake. I'm not at all excited about walking around in a white robe with a halo, and sitting at the right hand of God. That would seem like grade school, where the teacher forces the problem students to sit in the front row, subject to closer scrutiny – no fun at all, and what would eternity be without some fun?

2013/01/18

Slaughter of the Innocents & Minority Report

Mind reading is possible!
Kathleen Taylor, 15 Dec 2012
Salon
Advances in neuroimaging suggest telepathy could be on the horizon. It's time to consider how we'd use it.
As the details have unfolded in the Sandy Hook (Newtown CT) massacre, it is impossible not to be deeply affected by the horror, seemingly unimaginable but nonetheless all too real. Public reaction has run the gamut of disbelief, sorrow, empathy, and rage. Whenever such an unspeakable crime occurs, there is contentious discussion of how the act could have been prevented. While it is an important aspect to be considered, I will not deal with the gun control issue here.

Rather, I will reach into the future, and think about identifying such mass murderers, before they have ever committed any crime. In the film Minority Report (incidentally based on a story by Philip K Dick), the “precogs” can see into the future (precognition), anticipating crimes, so that the police can arrest the offenders before they actually commit the crime. (Great movie!)

I prefer to imagine that “telepaths” will eventually be able to identify patterns of thought tending toward violence. Such potentially violent individuals could possibly be detained for interrogation. There is great potential for abuse of this talent. Governments, through their police agencies, might compile watch lists. Worse yet, the allegedly prospective offenders might be forced to submit to mandatory “treatment” of various types. It might even involve screening of the entire population. Invasion of privacy? Arguably so. At what price do we prevent mass murder, or murder of any kind? Why not other crimes, such as rape and assault? Or any crime? Who among you has not committed some sort of “thought crime”? Hm. I feel a chill down my spine.

Telepathy might not be technology per se, but I suspect it will come as a result of technological advancement. The downside of possible telepathy abuse is the same as any technology. I do not have any suggestions to prevent such abuse, but I feel relatively certain the capability will eventually be developed, and inevitably abused. Perhaps some uses of telepathy will be considered unethical by the international community, as human cloning is now. But once we have it, how do we control its use? I'm not sure whether I would want this ability or not. Hm. Of course I would. After all, I use my powers only for good.

There is No Such Thing as Coincidence

Ah, the mantra of TV homicide detectives & conspiracy theorists.
The Internet Blowhard’s Favorite Phrase
Daniel Engber, 02 Oct 2012
Slate
Why do people love to say that
correlation does not imply causation? “The correlation phrase has become so common and so irritating that a minor backlash has now ensued against the rhetoric if not the concept. No, correlation does not imply causation, but it sure as hell provides a hint.” [italics mine]
The public is quick to blame commercial products and services, when harm is done that seems to “correlate” with use of these products and services. Likewise, the companies involved are quick to invoke the phrase “Correlation does not imply causation!” as loudly and widely as possible. Much to the dismay of the injured, there is a wide spectrum of fault, finely distinguished degrees of responsibility. It requires a preponderance of evidence to establish culpability, i.e. a high degree of correlation between the harm and the product or service. Even then, companies will continue to disavow liability, and aggressively defend themselves against any legal action. Hence, personal injury lawyers.

Many people still deny the existence of global warming, in spite of mounting evidence to the contrary. “Correlation does not imply causation!” One wonders what they will think when baked by the sun, or washed away by the rising tide.

From my science background, I know that finding correlation is an important tool in e.g. theory confirmation. However, the article is arguably correct, that we now have too many correlations from which to choose. Invocation of the phrase can be considered "a tiny fist raised in protest against Big Data”.

 

Death, Near Death, and OBE

When you're dead, you're dead. That's it. – Marlene Dietrich
Is Death Bad for You?
Shelly Kagan, 13 May 2012
The Chronicle of Higher Education: The Chronicle Review
“We all believe that death is bad. But why is death bad?”
[
NB: Philosophical discussion -- God, religion, and afterlife are not considered.]
I don't particularly want to die, because I have deep fear that there isn't any form of existence beyond physical death. No more agony, no more ecstasy, no more cheeseburgers. Immortality seems so much more desirable. I'm old enough to feel the looming specter of death, but as soon as I say that, I will probably live another five decades, or more – I hope so! My attitude may come as a disappointment, if not a shock, to some of you. However, I am nonetheless very tolerant and sympathetic towards those who believe in an afterlife. Feel free to pray for me. (No evangelizing!)  You may well be right. If so, I hope there are cheeseburgers in heaven. This article is a philosophical discussion, which assumes up front that there is nothing beyond death. I found the ideas quite insightful.

I was traveling down a corridor, toward a bright light...

Here is a provocative “explanation” that OBEs and NDEs are not actually divine glimpses of heaven and the hereafter. However, the author does allow that hallucinations can be influential in the spiritual lives of people.

Seeing God in the Third Millennium
Oliver Sacks, MD, professor of neurology at NYU School of Medicine.
The Atlantic, 12 Dec 2012
"Hallucinations, whether revelatory or banal, are not of supernatural origin; they are part of the normal range of human consciousness and experience. This is not to say that they cannot play a part in the spiritual life, or have great meaning for an individual. Yet while it is understandable that one might attribute value, ground beliefs, or construct narratives from them, hallucinations cannot provide evidence for the existence of any metaphysical beings or places. They provide evidence only of the brain's power to create them."

Wow, that's two articles arguably anti-religious. God will surely get me for that.

Salvation via Interstellar Diaspora

I have thought a great deal about the future of humanity, and I believe it is critically necessary to establish self-sustaining populations on other planets, first within our solar system, and ultimately throughout the galaxy and universe. We have to get some people off planet Earth, so it's less likely all of us will be lost to a catastrophic extinction. Considering the deplorably ambivalent prevailing public attitude about financially supporting space exploration, I hope there are some visionaries that will persist in this far-reaching effort. The following article deals directly with this theme.
The Kline Directive
Benjamin T. Solomon, 09 Oct 2012 (blog post plus 6 subsequent posts)
lifeboat foundation: safeguarding humanity
Benjamin T Solomon is the author and principal investigator of the 12-year study into the theoretical & technological feasibility of gravitation modification to achieve interstellar travel in our lifetimes. The Lifeboat Foundation is a nonprofit nongovernmental organization dedicated to encouraging scientific advancements while helping humanity survive...
The Kline Directive
If we are to achieve interstellar travel, we have to be bold.
We have to explore what others have not.
We have to seek what others will not.
We have to change what others dare not.

Very poetic and inspiring, but also deadly serious, if you are thinking long term, very long term. This series of blog posts goes into much detail about each aspect related to interplanetary and eventually interstellar travel, including property rights for things like asteroids. The first post gives the overview, and only the hard-core among you will want to suffer the subsequent minutiae. In the past, I have often dreamed of such travel, and felt excitement at the thought of meeting other sapient species, other space-faring extraterrestrial civilizations. Nowadays, I would fear and perhaps ultimately decline such an opportunity, which would probably not occur in my lifetime anyway. Nonetheless, as a human being, I can still hope for the eventual galactic diaspora of mankind.

Crazy Far
To the stars, that is. Will we ever get crazy enough to go?
Tim Folger, Jan 2013
National Geographic – Special Issue:The New Age of Exploration
Once upon a time [1969], NASA proposed to send a dozen astronauts to Mars in two spaceships.  [Wernher von Braun suggested] a departure date of November 12, 1981. [But it never happened...] Why did [a Mars mission] seem more reasonable half a century ago? “Of course we were crazy in a way,” says physicist Freeman Dyson of the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton. “It would have been enormously risky...We were prepared for that..." These days it’s easier to outline why we’ll never go. Stars are too far away; we don’t have the money. The reasons why we might go anyway are less obvious—but they’re getting stronger...In the conversation of certain dreamer-nerds, especially outside NASA, you can now hear echoes of the old aspiration and adventurousness—of the old craziness for space.

I am without question one of those crazy dreamer-nerds.
Despite my fears, I might even go.

My Youthful Sense of Wonder

Asimov's Foundation novels grounded my economics 
Introduction to new edition of Isaac Asimov's Foundation Trilogy
Paul Krugman [Nobel Prize winning economist], www.guardian.co.uk, 04 Dec 2012
I don't expect many of you will read this article, and that's perfectly OK. For those so inclined, I must warn you, the content is a major plot spoiler. I suspect the author too does not expect all that many people will read it, the interested audience being mostly limited to those who have already read Asimov's trilogy. To quote Krugman, the trilogy “offers a still-inspiring dream of a social science that could save civilisation.”

Incidentally, I detest the spoiler aspect of book introductions, because I almost always try to read them. As soon as I sense that my reading experience is being spoiled, I immediately stop, and proceed directly to the story. I don't know why those introducing books do this, but I can imagine there is not a lot to say without actually discussing the content – a catch 22. Why intros? Publishers love to have a well known, prestigious luminary write an intro, so his name can be included on the cover beside the author's. Thus people who have never heard of the author, but are familiar with the intro writer's name, will be motivated to read (buy!) the book.

The Foundation Trilogy is one of the few science fiction works that, at least for me, tower above the rest. I read it as an early teen, and it  influenced me a great deal. Other novels that have so affected me include Frank Herbert's Dune, William Gibson's Neuromancer, David Gerrold's The Man Who Folded Himself, Robert A. Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land, and Nevil Shute's On the Beach. As I finished each of these books, I exclaimed “Wow!”

One of my correspondents mentioned to me Theodore Sturgeon's provocative novel Venus Plus X. I don't believe I have read it, but that is a rather glaring omission on my part. The Sturgeon short story I would include in my Wow list is -- "If All Men Were Brothers, Would You Let One Marry Your Sister?"

Finally, adding to the list after the fact, I would also include Alfred Bester's The Demolished Man, as well as Cordwainer Smith's "Instrumentality of Mankind" stories, particularly "Drunkboat" and "Scanners Live in Vain".  I might be able to think of more, because I have read so much science fiction, but let's just leave it at that.


Red Alert! Shields up!

Here is a fascinating article on how we actually do, as well as how we alternately could and perhaps should, perceive our movement through time.
Welcome to the Future Nauseous
Venkatesh Rao (Venkat), 09 May 2012
ribbonfarm: experiments in refactored perception (blog)

[Teaser] “Both science fiction and futurism seem to miss an important piece of how the future actually turns into the present. They fail to capture the way we don’t seem to notice when the future actually arrives…There is an unexplained cognitive dissonance between changing-reality-as-experienced and change as imagined...There are mechanisms that...prevent us from realizing that the future is actually happening as we speak...The two beaten-to-death ways of understanding this phenomenon are due to McLuhan (“We look at the present through a rear-view mirror. We march backwards into the future.”) and William Gibson (“The future is already here; it is just unevenly distributed.”)...What is missing in both needs a name, so I’ll call the “familiar sense of a static, continuous present” a Manufactured Normalcy Field.”
I am highly resistant to change (nearly infinite ohmage), so I have constructed my normalcy field with a surface tension so taut, it requires a very powerful thrust to penetrate. A “future entity” will slowly but inexorably distend my bubble inward, until I suddenly take notice of the intrusion. At that point, the entity pops through the membrane, into my statically contrived present, and thus into my immediate consciousness. More often than not, I don't initially recognize this entity, which is usually discomfiting, and sometimes terrifying. My pattern-matching subroutines quickly engage the full capacity of my coprocessor, heating it up to the point at which one can smell wood burning.

Just because I may ultimately identify this entity, does not mean I will have adjusted to it.  I sit in my easy chair for a time, furtively glancing at the unwelcome presence, profoundly uncomfortable with the perturbation it has rudely visited upon my fragile emotional equilibrium. You might even say my anxiety produces the nausea mention in the title. Entropy eventually damps the disruption back into a newly balanced state. I can then stop looking at the thing, and get on with my life.

In the article, Venkat deals with the incorporation of such entities into one's normalcy field. However, just because I have been forced to embrace the change, I don't have to like it. Pardon me while I go barf.

 

2013/01/10

Many shall Read, but Few shall Understand

If you don't like (or don't understand) erudition (real or feigned), alliteration (consonant or assonant), paronomasia (homonymic or polysemic), or onomatopoeic interjections (germane or gratuitous), then this probably ain't the blog fer you -- I'm just sayin'.

There.  Now that all those dense dullards have departed my domicile dirigible, we can speak seriously, without rude interruptions.

This is an experiment for me, at once bold and intimidating.  In general, I don't particularly like blogs, and I am wary of bloggers, present company excepted.  I don't like to write things that just anybody can read and misinterpret, like the guys who just left the room.  I don't want people to get angry at me for the things I write, because you just never know what an angry person
(homicidal or suicidal) will do these days, especially considering the legality of assault weapons and high-capacity clips.

However, for many years, I have been indiscriminately "broadcasting" long letters to my select group of discerning correspondents, letters that would probably be more appropriate as blog entries.  By way of apology, I admit that I am all too well described by the following.

"One of the problems with clever people is that they transport their cleverness around like confetti, to chuck at people whether it's wanted or not." -- Will Davies

I need to extend my conversational colleagues the courtesy of choice in reading my missives, rather than thrusting them unbidden into their in-boxes.  Thus I will announce the existence of this blog, and allow readers to follow it, or not, as they will.

I haven't quite decided yet, whether to open my blog to web indexing and search.  Casting my nets far and wide, into the vast blogosphere, feels a bit like like scooping krill into my gaping baleen maw. Then again, I have not disclosed my true identity herein -- a small but not insignificant level of security.

Despite the fact that I can be gregarious in a milieu of the proper genius loci, when suddenly confronted with a roiling miasma of the ignorant and irate, my comfort level plummets precipitously.  I prefer to converse with calm and collected correspondents -- open-minded, logical, inquisitive, articulate, cosmopolitan, tolerant -- people like you.

Of course, I will preview and screen all comments.  There is a lot to be said for the effective filtration of one's prospective detractors.

If you have read this far, welcome.  I honestly appreciate your interest, and humbly beg your indulgence of my cogitations, compositions, and quixotic conceits.  No further disclaimers or apologies will be forthcoming.