Tuesday, December 10, 2024

Not Lookin' at You

 Yesterday we were out doing errands, walking along and talking, when I noticed a woman coming towards us. 'That's beautiful!' she exclaimed as she got closer and grabbed a corner of my poncho. 


She asked if I'd made it. I said I had. She repeated that it was beautiful, then said, 'I'm a crocheter, so I notice these things.' We laughed. She was on her way somewhere and we didn't chat longer than that, so I didn't have time to tell her that the squares were made on my pin loom, but the edgings are crocheted. It really didn't matter. We shared a chuckle over our yarny loves and it was a happy, unexpected moment of good cheer on a frosty afternoon. There have been countless times through the years where I notice someone wearing something made of yarn and I try to get a closer look without them knowing I'm looking. I always want to say, 'I'm not lookin' at you.  I'm just interested in your yarn.' Sometimes I do ask if the person made what they're wearing and I compliment them on it. If they did, they usually brighten up and respond like I always do when someone approaches me--with a smile and a short comment about it. It makes me happy and it's a nice change from commenting about the weather 😉😏


Monday, December 9, 2024

Who Pays the Price?

 I learned about this book whilst looking for information about the author's latest one.


It's a book that reads like a novel, but is depressingly, disturbingly, terribly true. It's about greed, desperation, deception, delusion. As the author states, "This is the story of those Americans who've wrestled with the price their communities have long paid so the rest of us can plug in our phones. Some feel that price was worth paying; others don't." (p 308)

When Stacey Haney signed a lease with a fracking company, she was hoping to get enough money to rebuild her barn. Besides, everyone around her was signing, too. She had no idea what these leases would end up costing her. As it happened, whether or not she signed her own lease, the nightmare that quickly followed would have appeared anyway, because of the others. The larger farm up the hill was ground zero for the operation--things literally and figuratively went downhill from there, contaminating water and air. Stacey's son became seriously ill. Their animals began to die. A stench permeated her home. She and her daughter felt unwell. The neighbors thought she was overreacting. They closed their eyes and refused to consider that there was a great deal going wrong. People began to treat her differently--they wanted no fuss that would make the company take their dollars away. One neighbor said that if his water was too toxic to drink, he'd just switch to beer. Nice. Stacey persevered, at high cost to herself, financially, mentally, physically, and emotionally, and finally found people to help her fight back.

This is Stacey's story. This is her family's story. This is a community's story. This is the story of the ongoing degradation of our habitat in the service of a wasteful and unsustainable way of life. This is the story of how some of us can afford to live in our delusions about the true cost of our lifestyles and some cannot. This is a story about grit, dedication, and determination. This is a story about the failure of individuals, government and industry. This is a story that is far too common and too little acknowledged. This is a story well worth your time.

Thursday, December 5, 2024

The Sometimes Stupid Results of Human Intelligence

 I was looking up another book when I came across this title and immediately requested it from the library. I just finished it the other day and I'm glad I discovered it.


This is Justin Gregg's description of the book:

He's arguing that humans are often too intelligent for our own good--and that makes us stupid. He uses many examples to illustrate what he means throughout the book. One that will stick with me for a long time is that of the bungee jumper. He spent some time investigating one particular jump from a railroad trestle onto a concrete surface below. It was 70 feet, so he did his (mis)calculations, taped together (!!!) several bungee cords to get one that was 70 feet in length. You see the problem here. He tied the cord to his ankles, took a leap, and a jogger found his body a short time later. His grandmother reportedly commented that he was smart in school. Gregg points out that his jump required a great deal of cognitive skill. In order to even want to make this leap, he would have anticipated the rush he would feel during and after completion. He had to be able to plan in advance, measure, and more. Gregg compares these cognitive processes to our close relatives, chimpanzees. Chimps would not have the intelligence to do the things required to envision, prepare, and complete the jump. Since chimps lack the necessary cognitive processes to do this, they wouldn't. A chimp, he says, '...for the record, would never tie a rope around his ankles and fling himself off a railroad trestle in pursuit of an endorphin rush.' (p. 226) It was the jumper's intelligence that led to his death.

Gregg turns his focus to 6 different broad categories and discusses his arguments as related to each one. I'll just briefly state what they are, but he goes into greater detail with plenty of examples throughout each chapter.

 First, he labels humans 'why specialists.' We ask why looking for answers to questions about cause and effect. Is this a biological advantage for us? Gregg thinks it probably isn't. He points out that this isn't something that humans did for most of our evolutionary history. We often THINK we understand causes and effects, but we're often wrong, which leads us into trouble quite often. 

His chapter on lying was fascinating as he discussed the fact that humans are hard-wired to both lie and believe others. These are both evolutionary advantages, apparently. He explained the Truth Default Theory. A friend and I had an email conversation about this. She said it explained some things about herself. I felt it was not at all my experience. My default is to believe nothing anyone says until I experience the truth of it. It would be easier to just believe things, perhaps, but I never have and probably won't start at this late date!

Next, he writes about 'death wisdom.' Animals have concepts of death to varying degrees, but humans have a deep understanding of death, the ability to foresee the future (and our own deaths), and the desire to want some kind of immortality. This can lead to bad biological outcomes, like religious wars, but also a desire to achieve some sort of lasting acclaim, which can lead to exploitation in pursuit of power. He describes some fascinating bird studies and their results in this chapter.

He includes a chapter on morality, correctly pointing out that definitions of what is moral are culturally determined. Misunderstandings between cultures in this regard lead to harmful behavior.

Gregg does love his bees and they take center stage in his chapter on consciousness, which is connected to emotion. Obviously, emotions can lead to all sorts of disadvantageous action.

Finally, he explains prognostic myopia, which is the human capability to understand a future problem and then pretend not to see it. Climate change is a big example in this chapter. He uses himself to illustrate this. He knows climate change will affect himself to some degree, his children more, and their children even more. He knows the activities he engages in today will contribute to making life hell for his great-granddaughter, but he still drives places, flies, and buys bananas from afar (he lives in Canada). 

Gregg's argument is not that various animals are smarter because they're making better decisions than humans. Rather he's saying that with all of our brainpower, we create more problems for ourselves. His chickens, he says, have perfectly happy chicken lives as they peck around from day to day. They're not thinking about tomorrow, asking why, ignoring future catastrophic problems, or engaging in wars about what happens after they die. They're just being chickens. We're just being humans. But because we have brains that allow us to do different kinds of thinking, we create messes. Our intelligence makes us stupid.

I loved this book. It was extremely interesting, very informative, provided much food for thought, and it was funny, too. I'm glad I found it!







Wednesday, December 4, 2024

Philosophically Speaking

 This morning I woke up, looked at the clock, saw that it was 8:30, and groaned. I would have to get up. I didn't want to get up. In fact, I would have been very happy to fall right back to sleep for another hour or so, as my body was desperately urging me to do. But we had an appointment at the pharmacy for our COVID booster jabs, so I talked myself into rising. I did rise, but I drew the line at shining. That was a bridge too far at 8:30 am. I did perk up a little as I talked myself into functionality, remembering that my book was being delivered today and was downstairs waiting for me. We did what we needed to do, went to the pharmacy, waited a few minutes, got our jabs, and were asked to wait for 5 minutes just to make sure all would be well. I thought, but did not say, that while I didn't think the vaccine would cause me any immediate distress, the overpowering smell from the candles and other intensely scented things just might. Bill went first and then the pharmacist was helping someone who walked in before he got to me, so he had more than 5 minutes, but I couldn't make it that long. I sat there for a couple minutes and left. It was a relief to get outside into the brisk and breezy morning. 

I'd left my book downstairs when we exited the building and eagerly grabbed it when we returned home.


The other day, I read this book:
It was quite good and I'm looking forward to reading the author's slim volume on the Stoics when the ebook arrives in a week or two. Of course I had to look at the 'further reading' section (as you do), which can be delightfully dangerous. It was there that I found the Grayling book, which I looked up and decided I wanted to read. At first I placed a request from the library, but then I decided it's a book I'd rather own. I laughed when I saw the Washington Post blurb on the cover about scribbling in it, because that's exactly what I anticipate doing--lots of margin notes and underlines and things. Bill ordered the book from Kenny's on Saturday night, it left their shop Monday, and arrived while I slept this morning. I'm excited to read this because I've been wanting to read more Western philosophy, which is a subject I'm not that knowledgeable about in any depth. This looks intense, but like an excellent book to have and refer to in future as well as being a good foundation for further reading. It was worth getting up for.