Category Archives: Epistemology

Proof and Possibility Series

From Jesse Abbot:

The giant of modern physics Niels Bohr purportedly once quipped that if one isn’t confused by quantum mechanics—sometimes called QM for short—one doesn’t really understand it.

One of the world’s leading philosophers of science, Dr. Barry Loewer, is coming to Tunxis on Thursday, February 19th at 7 p.m. to give kind of a narrative history of this vital area of science and paint the fascinating cast of characters who have acted as adventurers and pioneers in QM. Loewer chairs the philosophy department at Rutgers University, and is known internationally for the original directions he has taken what is called the “Many-Worlds Interpretation” of QM (first created by physicist Hugh Everett III).

Come on the 19th and enjoy the lecture as well as dinner and dessert. We’ll be honored if you can make it.

This is Part 2 for 2008-2009 of our regular Proof & Possibility lecture series in philosophy and the history of ideas.

On Reading

I’m currently reading Maryanne Wolf’s Proust and the Squid. It’s a book that sets up a major goal and I wonder if Wolf can meet the expectation: to expose the neurological reading process without remaining too anecdotal. We can describe reading experiences and expose brain function. But is this satisfying enough?

One expectation I have is some connection between screen and link reading and page reading. More coming just because I’m curiosity.

Hard Work

An excellent post by Tim O’Reilly on hard work. This follows the theme in my last post on semester observations.

There’s a long arc in computing that teaches us how much we gain through advances in ease-of-use, with the iPhone being the latest breakthrough success. But it’s important to remember how much we lose when we think that ease of use is everything. Many things worth doing are hard, requiring a great deal of practice before you achieve mastery.

and

People who can go from novice to expert with books are actually quite rare. It doesn’t seem like they are rare to O’Reilly since these are the types of people you’ve been selling to all along. However, if you’ve ever taught at a University you know that maybe 2% of the students you teach can learn themselves from nothing but a book. It’s not that this other 98% are dumb it’s that they haven’t learned how to learn a skill like programming or mathematics and have to be motivated to do kind of work they need to do to learn. Unfortunately, in most courses students do the minimum amount of actual practice that they can get away with because it’s not been made available in a form that gives them *ownership* over the process.

On Teaching Literature

Dennis Jerz has interesting remarks on teaching literature in higher education:

I am working on an opening lecture that introduces literary criticism not as a series of facts to memorize and names to drop, but as a way of studying the thinking process that forms our own world view. Since I teach alongside colleagues who write, study, and teach about horror, suspense, romance, science-fiction, I think it’s pretty safe to say our program doesn’t support a particularly stodgy or rarified approach to the canon. Nevertheless, I teach lit crit to advanced students who have already taken “Intro to Literary Study” and “Writing about Literature,” and most likely several other reading-heavy courses too. Those are the courses where I feel it’s most appropriate to equip students to move beyond simply “relating to” literature, and push them towards the study of the conflicts, challenges, and power struggles that led to the formation of the canon.

The impulse comes from remarks by Bruce Fleming at the Chronicle, who writes

The good news is that we’ve created a discipline: literary studies. The bad news is that we’ve made ourselves rulers of a realm that has separated itself almost completely from the rest of the world. In the process, we’ve lost many of the students — I’d say, many of them men — and even some of the professors. And yet still we teach literature as if to future versions of ourselves — not that there will be many jobs for them. The vast majority of students don’t even want to be professors: They’d like to get something from a book they can use in their lives outside the classroom. What right have we to forget them?

Students get something out of a book by reading it. Love of reading was, after all, what got most of us into this business to begin with. We are killing that experience with the discipline of literary studies, with its network of relations in which an individual work almost becomes incidental. But it’s the individual work that changes lives.

Both Bruce and Dennis are concerned about literary studies and the contexts for instruction and the forces that shape points of view, critical approaches, and the role of literature in people’s lives.

I told my world lit students the story about how I got into “literature.” I picked a copy of Dante off the shelf at an early age and read it and was hooked on “mystery” ever since. After this came Tolkien, Homer, and lots of hours staring at the paintings of Hieronymus Bosch. I like to teach, and tracked into my current position because I like to sit and talk to people about interesting ideas (or at least ideas I find interesting). In my position, I have opportunity to learn more and watch students learn and change. All of this keeps me in contact with the craft and the people. In all honesty, I’d rather be writing poetry and fiction from dawn to dusk. But I also love to teach. I love to eat too.

I remember in grad school having a conversation with a faculty member about literary studies. She said, I used to love but now I hate literature. But when we moved on to Arnaud Daniel, we had a splendid time, and that’s when “literature” made sense. Then again, I had professors who loved he deep debates between the new critics and the postmodernists. I myself was never drawn into that angle of the profession. Sometime Derrida makes perfect sense. As I departed medieval studies, the old guard was on its way out (Robertson), parallactic approaches (re-constructionism) were moving in. By then I had other concerns. As I follow medieval studies weblogs, I sense that the love of thinking about real objects is still alive, and what was driving my professor was a sense that the forces were out of her control, the ground shifting under her feet.

In literary studies, I’d hazard to say, too few people can take part in meaningful interchange on subjects of concern to the “profession.” But I wonder if literary studies should move toward opening, expanding, and re-imagining the canon rather than pursuing “literary studies.”

Understanding

Dan Green engages a post by Obooki (?)

Since I, too, cannot think of any particular novel that “has changed my thinking about life,” and since I also don’t read novels “for philosophy, for meaning” and am antipathetic to “philosophizing” in novels (as well to the underlying notion that fiction is a medium for “saying something” in the first place), I want to agree with the further claim that no novelist has ever “contributed anything important to human understanding,” but finally I really can’t.

In the narrow sense of the term “understanding” that Obooki seems to be invoking here–“understanding” as philosophically established knowledge–it is certainly true that fiction has contributed almost nothing to the store of human knowledge.

The engagement has generated interesting comments. But I’m wondering at the suggested framework: it’s one thing to claim that fiction may produce human understanding, another thing to say that fiction may generate knowledge (something unknown or unconsidered as related, for example). The distinction matters. Formative knowledge, such as an historical fact, can be conveyed through a fiction, and some fictions may discover a new aesthetic.

But the question of knowledge may lead to an expectation of it. We could ask a different question: a reader may discover an interesting relationship in a fiction or poem. A fiction may uncover something hidden. “Life-changing” is a pretty high and complicated standard. Isn’t the judge in McCarthy’s novel somewhat of a contribution? I admit that the kind of contribution can be an interesting question to pursue.

A Year of Human Ecology

This year I’ll be thinking a lot about creative ecology. Given this or that built environment, and in this I include software as tools, what opportunities for making are made available, and how do the tools shape the object?

I can do a lot with a stick and a rock in the garden, but not much. These tools form boundaries, but within those boundaries are a remarkable amount of potential images.

Creativity in this context is not one of my favorite words given that it has very little in the way of evidence to ground it.

Brimmer and Death: Anchors

Brimmer and Death is growing close to completion. I’ve been through the narrative several times and in doing so have found several elements that continue to develop from connections aided by the editing medium, Storyspace.

Basically, Brimmer and Death is framed by common images and common places, but the premise of the story, fixed in the world where supernatural forces weave in and out of human space, provides lots of play for shaping those spaces. One of the elements that kept popping up is the notion of shelter. I wouldn’t call this a theme, but the “shelter” in the story, which is a real shelter–call it a bomb or fallout shelter–served to anchor narrative, gave a place to come back to when things went awry. And they went awry a lot.

In the beginning, I had no idea that Death would play a role in the story. The story began with Brimmer having a conversation. This conversation was abstract and meant nothing upon first writing. Here’s a guy named Brimmer and he’s having a conversation with some other and unknown voice. The voice asks Brimmer where he’s from. I remember clearly Brimmer responding with a snide answer: “You writing a book?” The conversation proceeded from there. But the snide answer was not the Brimmer who evolved.

Later, as the story developed, this conversation turned–luckily–into an interluding message. Brimmer has long life. On his journey and at some time in the future (it doesn’t matter when, which became another anchoring solution) he has a conversation with a random person. They trade small talk. Brimmer has been thinking about something. He’s asked the question, “Where are you from?” Now, let’s say Brimmer has been alive three hundred years, four hundred years. Suddenly this question will take on all kinds of importance to Brimmer as a fictional being to think about.

I have a pretty good idea what I would say. But what would Brimmer say?

Every writing medium has its own aesthetic problems and technical requirements that can be studied from their instances: film, comic, short story, poem. Brimmer and Death still needs sculpting, lexia to lexia, line by line. Every lexia has to punch. Every lexia should have the force of any good poem, but, unlike an individual poem, every lexia must fit within a larger structure.

The Size of Numbers

I learned something today. That if you try to count from 1 to one trillion it would take approximately 200,000 years.

Tht would be a feat. I learned this partly because I hadn’t thought about it. You could count seconds and that would provide he arithmetic formula, and it makes sense.

Deb Hall reminds me that there is a lot to do:

1. Consider how ability-based approached can leverage “service learning” opportunities and write some proposals
2. New media revisions
3. Transfer articulations
4. Committee work
5. Semester closure
6. Exam writing
7. Podcast testing
8. Hypertext reading
9. Weblogs
10. Title III work
11. The eighteenth century
12. Kindle
13. RSS
14. The summer mashup
15. General education
16. Second Life code
17. Flash
18. eLumen and the wiki and some visual work
19. Database transfers for the Spring
20. The Ability Assessment Team
21. Son and daughter
22. Wife
23. Dog
24. Saturday night bean soup
25. Snow boots

That’s a list of things to do and think about. This is another prohibition to the act of counting to one trillion, the attempt of which reminds me of a guy who wakes up in the morning feeling as if he swallowed a powdered mouse.

He needs a drink. Of water. He scrapes his ankle against an iron doorstop and hears the phone ring.

He answers the phone and a voice says something about a lost wallet.

No wonder.