Sunday 27 September 2020

Academic Bullshitters

I'm just reading this book Calling Bullshit.  It says:

Another philosopher to take up the issue of bullshit, G. A. Cohen, notes that a lot of bullshit—particularly of the academic variety—is meaningless and so cloaked in rhetoric and convoluted language that no one can even critique it. Thus for Cohen, bullshit is “unclarifiable unclarity.” Not only is the bullshitter’s prose unclear, but the ideas underlying it are so ill-formed that it cannot possibly be clarified. Cohen suggests a test for unclarity: If you can negate a sentence and its meaning doesn’t change, it’s bullshit. “Shakespeare’s Prospero is ultimately the fulcrum of an epistemic tragedy, precisely because of his failure to embrace the hermeneutics of the transfinite.”

What these notions of bullshit have in common is that the speaker aims to persuade or impress, rather than to lead the listener toward the truth. The speaker may do this with active obfuscation, or simply by talking nonsense to conceal the fact that he or she doesn’t actually know anything about the subject at hand.

Yes, much of academic writing -- at least in philosophy -- appears to me to be a word salad.  It's even worse on the net with many men (and it's always men) trying to pose by stringing together words that, as a collective whole, simply don't appear to have any meaning.  I find it infuriating and I don't tend to be polite to these people.  

Wednesday 23 September 2020

Big Tits

I remember when I was around 14 years old walking around in Stockton-on-Tees with a friend -- Gary Dix -- on a Saturday afternoon. We were in Uptons looking at the toys and games (must have been near Christmas). My friend suddenly said to me "Ian look at her tits" (or something like that, pointing to this woman). I ignored him at first (as I prefer bums to tits) but he insisted I looked. And I looked, and couldn't believe how huge they were (I now realise they must have been artificially enlarged). Anyway, I collapsed in giggles (I used to giggle like a girl), and we managed to stagger out of the door. Took one look back at the woman. She had such an utterly furious look on her face.

Thursday 17 September 2020

Hungry Horace

I remember back in the 70's reading a comic featuring a character called "Hungry Horace" (think might have been in "The Sparky", but not sure). Anyway, in this particular issue he went forward in time, maybe to the year 2000. He hated it because nobody ate food in the future, they just ate these pills instead!

I remember thinking, oh God, hope the future won't be like that! Of course the prediction never came to fruition, just like all other predictions for the 21st century made back in the 70's.

Monday 14 September 2020

Minds are affected by brain damage, but souls aren't

 Sam Harris has said:

"we know [there are very good reasons for doubting an afterlife] from 150 years of neurology where you damage areas of the brain and faculties are lost and they're clearly lost, it's not that everyone with brain damage has their soul perfectly intact and they just can't get the words out, everything about your mind can be damaged by damaging the brain".

Sam mentions, for example, that brain damage can result in not being able to recognise faces. So it's not the case that we really do recognise faces, but find we cannot communicate to other people our knowledge. Our minds are actually adversely affected.

The problem with his argument, and the mistake that skeptics always make, is that he conflates the soul with the mind. In fact, even with brain damage, our souls can still be perfectly intact. Suppose someone has perfect unaided vision and puts on a random pair of eyeglasses. Wearing them she cannot read the registration plate of a car 25 metres away. It's not as if she can really see the plate but is unable to communicate this information. She really can't see the registration plate.

But it nevertheless remains the case that her unaided vision is still perfectly intact. Her bespectacled vision is poor, but not her unaided vision. And she merely needs to take the eyeglasses off to restore her vision. Likewise, with brain damage, our minds might be affected, but not our souls. Our souls merely need to detach from our bodies to restore full cognitive abilities (or indeed enhanced cognitive abilities).

Whodunit

People constantly boast about anticipating the "big reveals" or "whodunnits" in novels and films. But, these big reveals...