Science and pseudo-science

One of the great spoofs in recent history.

LINKS:
Alan Sokal’s original article
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Alan Sokal
On Pseudo-Science, Religion and Misinformation in Public Life

In 1996, Alan Sokal, Professor of Physics at New York University, published, after being reviewed and accepted, a paper in the cultural-studies journal Social Text entitled Transgressing the Boundaries: Towards a Transformative Hermeneutics of Quantum Gravity. Sokal immediately confessed that the whole article was a hoax designed to expose and parody the style of extreme postmodernist criticism of science, and became front page news around the world, triggering a fierce and wide-ranging controversy.

Sokal remains a powerful voice in the debate about the status of evidence-based knowledge. In Beyond the Hoax he targets pseudo-science, religion, and misinformation in public life arguing that clear thinking, combined with a respect for evidence, are of the utmost importance to the survival of the human race in the twenty-first century.

INTERVIEW
Please click below to read an interview with Alan Sokal

 Interview with Alan Sokal

Letter from Sayward

This post is by a former student, Paul Stahnke, who is living off the grid in Sayward, BC. I have invited him to contribute to the Blog when he feels like it. Welcome, Paul! What he has to say complements the discussion on happiness.


“Suck City” sure grabbed my attention.

We have invented a reflective lifestyle here, in Sayward. Certainly no Thoreau, but Michelle and I have made a conscious effort to live differently.

Most days I do not leave the 1 km dead end road we live on. Cell phones don’t work here. On sunny mornings I take my dog for a long walk and just enjoy the experience. On rainy days I light the woodstove in the shop, and then go for my walk. I try to work at least 6 hours per day….doing whatever project(s) I am consumed with.

Our scourge is the local elk herd, and I have spent countless hours trying to figure out their habits. I have fenced our home site and welded up a large steel gate to keep them out. We ensure it is locked every evening. If we are away, the neighbours do it for us. I spent hundreds of dollars constructing the ultimate predator-proof enclosure for our chickens. That is also locked up every night.  We are also very wary of cougars, and when they are actively around I pack a weapon and/or carry bear spray. If there are racoon tracks on  the river bank and lots of squirrels about there is most like no cougar in the neighbourhood. Plus, ravens follow them around and the stellar jays go nuts when they see them. There are clues, for sure.  In the last 5 years I have walked into 4 of them at close range. In the past they have killed our sheep and I have had to kill them in turn. One time a large cat tore open the closed shed they were locked up in. I no longer raise sheep because of that. (Sheep are cougar magnets).

Last summer a large cat broke into my neighbours house across the river. It pushed the door open and attacked one of their dogs about 9:00 in the evening. The next day I walked into the same cat as it had crossed the river to our side during the night. I grabbed up my little Jack Russell and squared to the cat and we both backed away. From that time on I always keep my dog leashed in the woods and a knife in my pocket. It is definitely a good way to ‘live in the moment’, for sure.

Living in Sayward is a way to live consciously for us. I try to ensure it is every moment, but certainly don’t succeed. The river, (where we live is tidal), is a main focus as is ‘the Mountain’. What’s the tide doing? The current? How much longer until the sun is above the mountain. Or, “Look at the way the shadow climbs every evening and turns the mountain pink”. Of course, many many days the clouds obscure it, entirely. And the wind! On those beautiful days it is usually blowing westerly here, sometimes 45 kts. Sometimes for days on end.

It is a vary encompassing place to live.

Suck City

Should the truly stable/enlightened person be happy no matter where she lives?

If so, I might be unstable. But I already knew that.

After years of going back and forth between different metropoli and Nanaimo (the latest iteration being from Vancouver to the Japanese countryside) and going slowly insane during each round of city life, I’m thinking it’s not me that’s the problem; there’s something fundamentally soulsucking about The City that is just not conducive to keeping the inner peace – or outer, for that matter.

Over half the world’s population now live in cities and in this rate it’s projected to be 66% by 2050. That’s 4 billion people living in a total area about the side of Australia, building up instead of out, spending more money for a more questionable quality of life. And for what? That this is what the human race seems to want is beyond me. It can’t be because we like each other so much we just can’t stand to be so far apart.

Why they came to be in the first place is understandable. Cities used to be necessary back in the day as communication hubs. But now that we have the internet to supply for our material, information, and communication needs, cramming ourselves together like this serves little practical purpose and is actual counterproductive to the serious problems of the day – climate change, pollution, depression, non-accountability – all aggravated by big cities and their shit-consuming, waste-excreting ways.

And then the people. I’m sure there are perfectly lovely people who move to cities for perfectly legitimate reasons, but cities tend to attract a certain type. You will find a higher proportion of opportunists, narcissists, egotists, workaholics, luxury-livers, superficial tourists, people who can’t entertain themselves, people who think the bigger the institution they work or learn at the higher their credibility, and the impressionable people who buy into the myth that the city is where dreams come true. Cities are hubs for consumers and those who pander to them.

Feeling part of something bigger than ourselves is an important component to what gives our live meaning. Living in a big city is one way to feel this without really trying. But when that bigger thing is contributing to the demise of civilization, the individual is less likely to take responsibility for their part in it. Not like they do in a community where people feel more a sense of pride and ownership, and from that feel as if it is a living thing that they are a cell of, that they affect and vice versa.  Sure, cities have communities within them, but it’s not the same. The City itself does not have unity.

It’s not a population problem we have here – it’s a distribution problem. Instead of trying to force cities to be sustainable so they can grow bigger yet,  we should divide and disperse into more manageable smaller cities and towns where residents can have solitude when they want and not feel alone in a crowd, where they can breath fresh air and see the stars, and where there’s less competition to do what they love. But it’ll probably take several implosions of civilization to get the hint. ‘Til then:

Nanaimo, Nanaimo, it’s you that I love
Water out front and The Vault at your hub,
Mt. Ben’s got your back, and folks give a dam,
You’re famous in textbooks for a poor city plan
The mainland’s so square next to your crooked charm,
But back on the grid, The Free Wheel rolls on

Sunday’s Sermon – “The Stranger”

Review – Looking for The Stranger Albert Camus and the Life of a Literary Classic

by Alice Kaplan University Of Chicago Press, 2016

Review by Bob Lane Mar 14th 2017 (Volume 21, Issue 11)

We are in the midst of an ongoing Camus renaissance, one traced by Matthew Sharpe in his book Camus, Philosophe: To Return to Our Beginnings to four causes: The publication in 1994 of Camus’ Le Premier Homme, a true literary event; the fall of Stalinism; the war on terror; and the decline of the hegemony of post-modernism and post-structuralism with academia. We are blessed with many recent books on Camus [Sharpe produces an exhaustive survey of the recent secondary literature on Camus, heavily footnoted and annotated] and his works have continued to be a resource for philosophical inquiry even as his literary works have continued to be read and written about — or responded to as in the case of Kamel Daoud’s The Meursault Investigation which considers the same killing on the beach but from the Arab victim’s point of view.

Read the review.

Argument

 

 

 

 

 

 


Social media is filled with arguments. But usually they are comprised of opinions or pictures and not ‘good arguments’. We humans don’t often actually produce arguments, but merely shout at each other. How does this use of ‘argument’ arise? Why do we usually think of argument as a brannigan or donnybrook? Like all words ‘argument’ has evolved.

A quick internet trip to Thesaurus.com yields for ‘argument’ over 50 synonyms. These include ‘brawl’ ‘clash’ ‘spat’ etc. But notice:

Word Origin & History – argument late 14c., “statements and reasoning in support of a proposition,” from Fr. argument (13c.), from L. argumentum, from arguere “to argue” (see argue). Sense passed through “subject of contention” to “a quarrel,” a sense formerly attached to argumentation.

The word carries with it two distinct senses:

  • an exchange of diverging or opposite views, typically a heated or angry one.

“I’ve had an argument with my father”

  • a reason or set of reasons given with the aim of persuading others that an action or idea is right or wrong.

“there is a strong argument for submitting a formal appeal”

Lawyers and, of course, philosophers use the word in the second sense, while on social media it is often the first sense that is intended.

In Episode 29 of Monty Python’s Flying Circus a customer goes to the Argument Clinic but initially arrives in the abuse room where he runs into Mr. Barnard.

Mr. B: What do you want?

C: Well, I was just . . .

Mr. B: Don’t give me that, you snotty-faced heap of parrot droppings!

After abuse like that for some time the customer finds Mr. Vibrating in the argument room:

C: Ah, is this the right room for an argument?

Mr. V: I told you once.

C: No, you haven’t.

Mr. V: Yes, I have.

C: When?

Mr. V: Just now.

C: No, you didn’t.

Mr. V: Yes I did.

Mr. V merely contradicts every statement that the customer makes. Finally the Customer draws the distinction as follows: “Argument is an intellectual process. Contradiction is just he automatic gainsaying of anything  the other person says.”