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A potential problem with the simulation argument

What is the evidence that running a deterministic program gives its contents more metaphysical reality than they had when the program was, say, written down, or indeed when it became mathematically valid[1]? Every state of the simulation is determined before the program is run. What is added (from the PoV of giving, say, conscious experience to “simulated conscious beings”) by “running” the simulation so that the simulating agent can look at the results?

[1] The answer to the question of “when” (if ever) it “became” valid depends on your philosophy of math.

British Irony, part 2

A certain kind of Brit harbors an uninterrogated, un-self-conscious nationalistic belief in his or her compatriots’ particularly self-critical and self-conscious approach to life.

Arts, Sports, and False Dichotomies

Critics sometimes falsely divide professional performing artists into two non-overlapping camps: those who are “technically proficient” and those who possess “artistry”. This mirrors sportswriters’ and fans’ falsely dichotomous division of professional athletes into those who are “talented” and “effortless” but “aloof” and those who are “scrappy” and “blue-collar” “lovers of the game”.

In both cases, racial or ethnic stereotypes often lurk just below the surface.

(If anyone is wondering, I was set off by this article, which isn’t actually an egregious example of the genre).

The difference between history of historical ideas and historiography

Historian of historical ideas: “People argued X. Later, they argued Z”

Historiographer: “Why?”

Vulnerability

Today, Judith Butler mocked me in front of 600 intellectuals.

Butler delivered a talk to a packed West Road Concert Hall on the body, vulnerability, street politics, and performativity. In it, she told the story of a hotel employee who came to check her minibar and kept confusedly addressing her as “Sir…Madam…Sir…Madam.” Butler pointed out to him that her gender was probably not relevant to the checking of the minibar. Butler did not argue this explicitly, but the story also showed – I thought – how attached to gender binaries and categorization most people are.

Then there came a time for questions. Two members of the audience gave speeches that did not end with a question mark. Butler seemed nonplussed. A third asked a question. Butler answered. I raised my hand, and they called on me.

I noted that “in the performance we’ve just witnessed,” Butler had given agency and concreteness to abstractions such as “the body” and “vulnerability.” I asked whether she could comment upon this practice, and what it did for “your rhetoric.”

It had seemed to me that Butler was perhaps attempting to challenge the clean break between the abstract concept and the concrete instances thereof. Conceiving of a person’s “body” as “a body” changes how you relate to it. I wondered whether she had refused to use the term “individual” – preferring “body” – because she thought the very term lent legitimacy to a neoliberal political vision. I wanted to know whether Butler saw these things in the same way, but in the interest of not seeming pretentious or speechifying like the people who had preceded me, I left my question open-ended, without offering my theory.

“Would you like to check my minibar?” Butler asked me.

I should have known this would happen. I am an intellectual historian of the culture wars. How, with the culture wars only in the recent past, could an apparently white male Cambridge student asking an eminent female post-structuralist a question about “abstractions” in her “rhetoric” be perceived as anything but a Sokal/Searle-like attack?

That I didn’t realize that this was how it would be perceived is perhaps an indication of how, as a white male who writes intellectual history, I am typically safer from culture warring attacks – and typically less at risk of having my arguments attributed a political expression of my gender – than a female post-structuralist like Butler. No wonder I didn’t think that that was how she would hear my comment; I would never receive a comment with that aggressive intent, so I could not hear the potential aggression present in mine.

How Butler responded was illuminating. Her rejoinder, and the laughter that surrounded me, made me feel humiliated. Small. Vulnerable. Whether or not Butler meant to do it, she forced me to attempt to imagine what it might have felt like to weather culture wars attacks. I was in a space in which the markers of my privilege did not work quite as much to my advantage as they do most spaces in which I move. I wish to make clear my understanding that, even in the moment of being humiliated by Butler, I remained deeply privileged. But given where Butler and I found ourselves, she was able to make me feel vulnerable, just for an instant. And that was itself instructive.

Obama and necessary evils

Why does the Obama administration make policy choices that are both arguably immoral and also arguably inexpedient, from the very major (detention policies) to the more minor (abuse of IRS power)?[1] Immoral and expedient – now that would make sense, though it would also be condemnable. But immoral and inexpedient? Huh?

I’ve got a theory that I admit is irritatingly psychoanalytic in the way that much TV political commentary is. I hope it’s also philosophically interesting enough to make the TV-style punditry tolerable.

Obama does not display a bleeding heart. He has proved himself willing to commit “necessary evils” if the alternative is a greater evil. I worry that he has begun to let the evilness an action cause him to overrate the necessity of that action. After all, surely cheating works better than following the rules! And cheating is transgressive and therefore fun.

But cheating isn’t always the winning strategy. Herein lies the problem, perhaps, with encouraging people to conceive of themselves as what some of my geekier friends might call “Chaotic Good.”

If you break the rules, ostensibly for the sake of the greater good, you may become desensitized. You then no longer hesitate before breaking the rules to check whether it’s really “worth it.” You perhaps come to enjoy breaking the rules and to enjoy thinking of yourself as a pragmatic, manipulative operator. You perhaps even begin to commit, without thinking, a logical error: because you “know” that you only allow yourself to take evil actions when they are necessary, any evil action you consider taking must therefore be the only means of achieving something necessary. The more any of these things happen, the more likely you become to commit unnecessary evils.

[1] I do not have time and space here to justify the assertions of immorality and inexpediency. Grant me them and some interesting conclusions follow.

What squelchtoad does say

I would like to nominate “What ______ Don’t Say” for the most consistently unfunny meme of 2013. It’s significantly worse than the meme of six-square “What _____ think(s) I do” image macros, which I believe deserved the 2012 crown.

(Yes, I am a crotchety internet slang traditionalist. Each individual instance of “What _____ think(s) I do” is an “image macro,” only the general concept of “What _____ think(s) I do” macros counts as a “meme.”)

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