Time Doesn’t Fight within Itself

Simple. Elegant. Perfect.

Elia Bintang's avatarElia Bintang

 

My brother,
live your life happily
and have no regret.

Don’t curse today
for its inability
to erase yesterday.

Today doesn’t kill yesterday;
they live peacefully in
two different places.

Time doesn’t fight within itself—
it’s part of its nature.

That’s why you find
forgetting really hard—
it’s impossible.

Let your past live,
let your present live,
for they’ll make your future
complete.

View original post

Guest Post: It’s all about the jack, jack by Mike Skeles

I wrote this guest post for Sahm King, on his blog The Arkside of Thought. I daresay it’s an honor to be on his blog, which rarely fails to stir up something fascinating. Look for Sam to reciprocate on Omniop soon.

Why we’re (not) all brilliant

ID-10053123

By Africa. freedigitalphotos.net

It seems to me that the proliferation of know-it-alls (I have to include myself, unfortunately) in world culture is directly traceable to the rise of Wikipedia.  There’s the obvious point that we can get information on almost anything at a click, but there’s also the less obvious inference from the fact that it’s crowd-sourced.

Anybody can add his/her two cents worth, or so the myth goes.  That may have been true at the inception, but try it now, and see how far you get.  That whole wisdom-of-crowds thing got a pretty good thrashing, as it became clear in the early days of Wikipedia that a lot of garbage was being put up.  Eventually, the Wiki-editor was born, and now you need credentials to post, or even revise.

But the myth lives on, and the prevalent, if dubious, implication that one opinion is as good as the next.  Politically attractive as such egalitarianism is, it just ain’t so.  Ironically, everyone seems aware of this in regard to someone else’s opinions; we’ll have to look elsewhere for the root of our narcissism.

The other part of this illusion of expertise is the instant accessibility of information.  This goes back to a very common misconception of long standing: the idea that an expert is nothing more than a repository of data.  There have always been two stereotypes of genius.  On one side is Einstein, standing before a blackboard filled with utterly incomprehensible symbols, and on the other is Ken Jennings, the record Jeopardy winner.  To me, the two represent complementary aspects of genius: Jennings the large working memory, and Einstein the ability to see patterns and implications.  Somehow, in the popular mind, this has gotten reduced to access to large databases.  Presumably, in this view, Einstein simply knew the encryption key which made all those facts available to him.

A recent cartoon has a character saying, “I’ve outsourced my memory to Google.”  Would that it were so simple.  Having all that information accessible in your brain is inherently different from being able to look it up quickly on your computer.  It is where the Jennings and Einstein stereotypes merge; you simply cannot see the pattern in a dataset if you can’t see the dataset all at once, and that requires a large working memory, inside your calabash, not on your desk.  Worse yet, you can’t see the fallacy in any given proposition if you can’t quickly compare it to other propositions.

My students used to ask me how you can choose between two plausible, but contradictory propositions.  Well, googling it will not help.  You need to closely examine the underlying assumptions of the two ideas, as well as the implications.  You also need to see how compatible they are with other propositions.  This is possible without a good working memory, but very difficult.

Much easier to pick a side, and stick with it.  You see this mirrored all the time in online “discussions.”  A makes an assertion; B makes a counter-assertion.  From that point, it’s either alternating re-assertions, or ad hominem, frequently both.  There is an appalling scarcity of any relevance from one comment to another.  If an adversary’s point is acknowledged at all, it is only as a prelude to insult.  “You say x; you’re hopelessly naive.”

Internet knowledge is very broad, but shallow as a puddle, I’m afraid.  Add to that the fact that most search engines will give you what the algorithm says you want, and online genius can be summed up in one word:

Fool.

Digital privacy

At last, a perfectly secure method of communication!

856FE503-CC9F-EC9C-9A6CA4ECA8805AAC_15

Carrier pigeons, used as secure communication during WWI. (Credit: http://bit.ly/145XegM)

Musical Riga: a photo essay

Riga is music; any season, but in summer, everything and everyone moves outdoors. The winters are long, dark, and cold, and Latvians figure to get the sun and fresh air while it’s available; plenty of time to rest after the leaves start to fall.  Everywhere you look, people are picnicking in the parks, or boating on the canal, or just sitting at cafes.  Nobody sleeps, really.  Many are the deep, peaceful slumbers, when it finally gets dark, interrupted by a full-throated early morning choir of well-lubricated revelers, their songs echoing back and forth between the buildings, much as they themselves might bounce between the same walls.  Latvians love their beer, and it is excellent; this fact in turn invites like-minded tourists to join in.  The saving grace is that the most violence you’re likely to see is perpetrated against the principles of harmony, and not people.  My view is that if I must put up with drunks, I much prefer them prone to outbursts of song than to outbursts of violence!

There is a plethora of music in official venues: concert halls, arenas, amphitheaters, and bars.  But to me, what really defines Riga in the summertime is the street music.  It is actively encouraged; the many local music schools even send their students out on the streets to perform, as a way of getting experience.  And, of course, there is the usual variety of street buskers, although it’s not everywhere that they set up complete with generators and amplified instruments.  The sheer range of talent and production value on the street is astonishing.

I wish I could have sampled the sounds for you, but I’m afraid it’s beyond my small competence to putt something like that together.  So here’s a photographic journey instead.

Enjoy!

IMG_0812

This trio was playing a Boccherini quartet.  If they had another person, I guess they could have gone for a quintet.  They were fantastic.

???????????????????????????????

There was even the occasional official paid gig, like this one at an upscale hotel.  Outdoors, of course.

???????????????????????????????

Big production number here; very professional, great vocalist.  They had a gas generator with a long enough extension cord so that it didn’t interfere too much.

IMG_0584

Then there was this guy, a marvelous operatic baritone.

IMG_0575

Cello chiller.

???????????????????????????????

I actually thought I might know this blues harp player from my checkered past.  Then I realized I’m old enough to be his father.

IMG_0572

They start young.  Good posture, sweet sound.

IMG_0566

A one-woman band, and with an attitude.  Her schtick was to ask passers-by to sing a verse of their national anthem.  Then she would make it sound like everything else she played.

IMG_0565

Ragtime Cowboy Joe.

IMG_0563

Not a cowboy.  Some people apparently just needed the money.  The quality of this group was variable, but you had to give them credit for doing something, and not just begging.

IMG_0562

Even Anonymous apparently was represented.  An interesting cure for stage fright!

IMG_0559

Very proper, and with a beautiful clear voice.  She played a traditional instrument and sang Latvian folk songs, even dressed the part.

???????????????????????????????

Of course, it’s always nice if you have a buddy to help with the music.

???????????????????????????????

Uh, no comment.

???????????????????????????????

More solid traditional music, despite the cowboy hats.

IMG_0549

Some interesting combinations…

IMG_0498

Lots of brass bands.  These guys were excellent; no need for amps here!

IMG_0496

Or here, for Mr.Cool.

IMG_0495

Another brass band.

That’s all, folks!