flwyd: (mathnet - to cogitate and to solve)
At the end of December I read Visual Thinking by Temple Grandin. Grandin is one of the most famous people with autism, or perhaps it would be better to say that she's one of the people most well-known for having autism. Grandin thinks in pictures, and Visual Thinking draws on her own mind, her experience working with others, and psychological research to talk about three different types of thinking.
  • Object visual thinking involves mental images of specific things or scenes. Thinking about airplanes involves recalling mental images of specific airplanes the person has seen, in person or in a photograph: perhaps a Boeing 737 or a Cessna 182. Temple Grandin is an object visual thinker, and famously designs livestock handling facilities by visualizing what an animal would see from a particular location.
  • Visual-spatial thinking involves thinking in relations, abstractions, and patterns. Thinking about airplanes might involve thinking about the general structure of an airplane—the fuselage connects to wings, the cockpit, tail, etc.—without thinking about any specific plane.
  • Verbal thinking involves words and sequences rather than images. Thinking about airplanes might involve the process of flight: boarding, taxiing, acceleration on the runway, liftoff, and so on.

The book's focus is on visual thinkers, people whose main mode of thought is either object-visual thinking or visual-spatial thinking, particularly the former. People on the autism spectrum are often visual thinkers, though not all visual thinkers are autistic or vice versa and neither has a bright-line diagnostic. As an autistic child, Temple Grandin didn't learn to speak until later than many children, and she struggled in many classes in school because the material was presented for verbal thinkers and folks who could do abstract reasoning. She talks about finally connecting with coursework that made sense to her when she got to shop class, which is about working with physical objects. Another key educational experience was going to a boarding school which involved chores like caring for animals; lacking language, animals are naturally visual thinkers.

Grandin talks about the kinds of work that the three types of thinkers do well. You'll often find object visual thinkers in roles that require hands-on work: mechanics, machinists, drafters, builders, equipment operators, repair people. They're excellent at troubleshooting machinery, and they're able to tinker and build things with whatever supplies may be at hand. Visual-spatial thinkers are often drawn to engineering, mathematics, and computers; they design complex systems and find patterns in the world. Verbal thinkers are, naturally, drawn to work that's focused on words or sequential thinking. Lawyers, politicians, authors, and journalists are often verbal thinkers, and project managers can apply sequential thinking to make sure things happen on time. Grandin likes to talk about how the two types of visual thinkers are complimentary when designing something. Abstract visual thinkers can do all the modeling and calculations to ensure a factory building will be sturdy and that the machinery runs reliably. But a factory designed only by abstract thinkers likely won't run very effectively because they tend to overlook problems in the specific details of things work on the factory floor: the awkward movements a worker needs to do at the assembly line, or poor lighting of a workbench because something's blocking the lamps. Visual-spatial thinkers can make great electrical engineers, but you might want an object visualizer as an electrician. In the software space you might want an object visual thinker for a UI designer, a visual-spatial thinker writing code, and a verbal thinker as product manager, figuring out the user journeys the system will support.

A lot of the book talks about how modern American society is letting object visual thinkers down. A lot of schooling is designed for verbal or abstract thinking, and object visualizers struggle. Grandin reports that object visual thinkers often have a very difficult time with algebra, which they find too abstract and this challenge prevents many people from graduating from high school. However, many of these same people excel at geometry and trigonometry because their visual cortex can make sense of the relationships. "Let students take trigonometry if they fail algebra" might sound weird to folks used to the traditional progression of high school, but it might result in having a lot more Americans who are good at math, at least some parts of it. Grandin highlights George W. Bush's No Child Left Behind Act for making this problem worse: schools are graded and funded based on students' standardized test scores, so the incentive is to focus instruction on what will be tested. There's no standardized test that gives subjects a pile of lumber and a box of tools and asks them to assemble a chair, so when budget cuts come, classes like shop and music get taken away. Colleges and universities tend to make things even more abstract and more verbal, and the availability of trade schools, apprenticeships, and other hands-on education has been dwindling. Companies often have a college degree requirement, not realizing they may be cutting object visualizers out of the employment pool. Grandin decries that the result is an America where we're losing the ability to fix things.

This has political implications, too. (Here I'm building on Temple Grandin's foundation, she doesn't frame the book this way.) There are fewer narratives in American politics stronger than the middle class dream of success. After World War II, a man with no education beyond high school could get a good-paying job as a factory worker, a miner, an auto mechanic, doing appliance repair, or many other roles that object visual thinkers do well. These jobs offered the chance to own a home, raise a family, and enjoy leisure time; a combination that was uncommon for their parents' generation. As the 20th Century drew to a close, and accelerating in the 21st Century, the American economy shifted strongly to jobs that reward abstract or verbal thinking. Globalization sent a lot of the manufacturing jobs to lower-cost countries while domestic production became increasingly automated. (Fun fact: the U.S. is still the world's leading manufacturer, even though we employ a fraction of the manufacturing workforce we once did: American manufacturing is mostly done by machines.) Computers and the Internet gave powerful tools to abstract and verbal thinkers who are able to thrive in a service and information economy. High-tech manufacturing also made hands-on work more difficult: in the 1960s and '70s, buying a Heathkit stereo system and assembling it yourself could save significant money and teach you something useful at the same time, and you could easily fix it if a component failed. Today with high-tech automated assembly and microprocessors running everything, the cost to pay someone to fix a damaged Sonos speaker system is probably higher than the price of buying a new one. Starting in 2015, America saw Donald Trump's messaging resonate with older voters who work in these object visualizing jobs, and especially among voters who identify with such work that's been in decline like coal mining and assembly lines. Should it be any surprise in 2024 that Harris outperformed Trump by 13 points among college-educated voters, but Trump was up 24 points among men without a college degree? Millennials living in their parents' basements and playing video games all day was something of a running joke in the late aughts, but that also describes visual thinkers who've been left out of the modern American social structure and have grown to resent folks who were able to follow the abstract and verbal path through college and the modern hands-off economy.

I'd watched Temple Grandin talk about this book at Google, so I was curious how the ideas of a highly visual thinker would come across in a book, a naturally verbal and sequential medium. At times reading the book felt like listening to Temple Grandin give a talk; she often communicates in specific anecdotes, and related stories recur throughout the book. One of the big themes of the book is how people with different thinking styles can collaborate, and in the book she gives praise to her editor who's able to apply strong verbal thinking to organize the scattered notes and fragments that Temple gives her. This is certainly helpful in making this information about visual thinking accessible to verbal thinkers and readers. I found it interesting, though, that a book which is all about thinking in images and spatial relationships contains 400 pages of words and no photographs, illustrations, or diagrams. As a visual-spatial thinker, I was hoping to see some kind of 2D representation of how a visual thinker might operate. I wonder how many visual thinkers would benefit from learning this information, but get turned off by a book that's nothing but words.

I think I first heard about visual-spatial thinking, as distinct from object visualizing, from a previous Temple Grandin talk. I've considered myself on the autism spectrum for over 20 years, since I learned about Asperger's syndrome. When I heard Temple Grandin explain how her brain works I said "that's definitely not how mine works." While I can build intricate and elegant software systems, I'm perennially bad at building physical things. Cognitive tasks like mentally rotating a cube are challenging for me, but I can visualize a map of the whole world or specific areas, and at talent shows I like to recite every country in the world in geographic order. Unlike many kids with autism I didn't have any trouble learning language, and I always read above grade level. But I think my language use shows signs of spatial and abstract thinking: I've always loved puns, which feel to me like I'm demonstrating a multi-dimensional linkage between words that aren't present in the normal linear version. As a kid I often focused on the literal meaning of a set of words, much to the consternation of verbal thinkers who would say "you know what I mean!" (I still do this as an adult sometimes, but I have four decades of building a database of what people actually mean when they say something that a program would interpret differently.) I also tend to be very long-winded: an excellent verbal thinker can convey an idea without using a lot of words, while I tend to say or write down every sentence that comes to my mind related to a topic. Someone might mention a topic at lunch and I'll spend three minutes talking about all the things I learned from Wikipedia that are tangentially related. This is a bit like reading a map out loud: the river we were talking about touches another river, so let's row up stream and see where that one goes.

It's important for people creating tools and products to design with the different modes of thinking in mind. Much as a product that was designed and tested entirely by right-handed people is likely to be awkward for lefties, a product or process that was designed around the way verbal thinkers operate is likely to be frustrating to visual thinkers. Google Maps is an interesting example here. At the core, the data is inherently spatial: where is everything? But there are ways to expose that data that fit different thinking patterns. If someone wants directions from one place to another, Maps could show a path on a map and instructions like "take 6th Avenue to Broadway and turn south, then turn west on Alameda." This is great for spatial thinkers like me; I might ignore the written instructions entirely and just look at the lines on the map; if I take a different turn I can still reach the destination because I've formed a mental model of the space between here and there. Verbal thinkers might focus on the step-by-step instructions, but when they come to each intersection they'll have to figure out "which way is south?" So instead of cardinal directions, let's use left and right turns. Object visualizers still might have trouble, though: the map is an abstract set of lines and rectangles that can be hard to turn into 3D space, and the turn-by-turn instructions are a bunch of street names and numbers that need to be kept in order: "do I turn on Alameda before Broadway, or is it the other way?" So Google Maps recently added navigation by landmarks: "turn right after the McDonalds" and "turn left at the second traffic light." To get even more context, object visualizers can drop into Street View and see what all the buildings look like at an intersection. This multi-modal approach to directions is a big win over paper maps, when everyone but the spatial thinkers was faced with a daunting puzzle. The old stereotype of a woman in the passenger seat complaining that the man in the driver's seat didn't pull over and ask for directions might have been a conflict between verbal and visual thinking…

I was pleased to learn that object visual thinkers do share a trait with visual-spatial thinkers: we organize things by keeping track of their physical location. It might look like a random pile of papers on a desk to a verbal thinker, but ask a visual thinker to retrieve a particular document and they can probably find it quickly. But if a verbal thinker comes in and tries to be helpful by organizing all the papers into an efficient filing system the visual thinker will be unable to find anything, because it's not where they last put it. These two organization approaches are "piling" and "filing." My coworkers are often confused about how I can manage having 20 browser windows open with 50+ tabs in each. I find it quite easy: each window has a loosely-related theme, and I remember where on the desktop each window sits. When my workstation switched to Wayland, Chrome was unable to restore windows to their original locations when it opened and I was completely flustered; I had to spend 20 minutes a week figuring out which window was which and moving them back to their original location. On the other hand, I always wonder how someone who's only got one browser window open can keep track of what they were working on :-)
flwyd: (playa surface)
I bought a used copy of Dune as a young teenager around 1994, having noticed several times the series's prominent position on a shelf at the BookWorm. I was quickly drawn into the desert world. I wasn't far from the age of the young Duke, and his particular hero's journey resonated with me. I think I briefly used Muad'Dib as an Internet screen name. Stillsuits seemed a brilliant idea to a kid who'd internalized the mantra of reduce-reuse-recycle. Hooking and riding a giant sandworm as it glides across the desert seemed like the most bad-ass action imaginable. But perhaps most importantly, it was a story about an oppressed people coming together to seek justice and topple an entrenched system that valued profit above humanity. Then I finished the book, and the last chapter or two totally turned me off. The guerrilla hero whose family had been nearly destroyed by the system came back at the head of the army bringing violence and inserted himself into the imperial power structure. This was a major diversion from the arc of Mahatma Gandhi and Martin Luther King. My feeling of resonance was completely lost, and I never read the rest of the series.

Over the next three decades, the flavor of the book stuck with me. Deserts have remained beautiful and mysterious to me, and National Geographic photos of the Sahara and Arabia were some of my favorite to gaze at in my family's living room. Ten years after reading the book I visited the Black Rock Desert for my first Burning Man and loved the experience of being surrounded by community in one of Earth's harsh environments, forced to focus on present-moment details like having enough water and stable shelter. Viewing technology and culture through the lens of the ecosystem they evolved in has remained an important perspective for me.

A big budget film adaptation of Dune is underway, with part 1 airing two years ago and part 2 landing this weekend. I didn't get a chance to reread the book before part 1, and my only direct exposure to the material in the intervening decades had been the strange and confusing David Lynch film adaptation 15 years ago or so. (Fun fact: I've heard that Lynch passed up Return of the Jedi to direct Dune. Can you imagine David Lynch Ewoks?) The new movie was beautiful, in a reserved way befitting a planet that might kill you if you're stuck outside in the daytime. The overall plot made sense (particularly having read the book long ago), but I recall being a bit confused and unsettled when leaving the theater. It seemed like House Atreides arrived on Arrakis and then about a week later an insider turned off their shields, the Harkonnens and imperial shock troops invaded, and Paul and Jessica fled to the desert to start the part of the story I liked best. But like, why did the shields go down and why did they only have a couple days?

I got motivated to reread the book this month. A lot that I remembered remained, bringing smiles as I read the details of the imagined geology and biology of this planet, the glimpses of religious practice, and technological innovations of a society that has mastered space travel but somehow isn't full of computers. There was also a lot that I could tell I missed as a teenager. The long-running fights between Great Houses and machinations of the imperial order had felt like the generic background story I'd been used to from fantasy novels, but with adult eyes I can see that the politics and intrigue are just as key to the plot as the ecology of Arrakis. As a substance-free kid who hadn't yet dove into the music and art of the '60s and '70s, I hadn't picked up on the spice-as-psychedelic-drug aspect. I was also far more aware now of the structure of the book's story: each chapter starts with a quote from an in-world book written about the events the novel describes; any worry that the protagonist will be killed gets countered by the fact that Muad'Dib's future actions are well documented. The narrative also steps back and forth into the past, slowly building history while the present time unfolds. It also frequently switches perspective, sharing the inner thoughts of protagonists and antagonists alike. This fluid narrative movement through time and into the depths of the mind highlights Paul Muad'Dib's mental development of visions of the future and psychedelic journeys through spacetime. (However, I don't think internal thoughts are shared from the perspective of any Fremen aside from Liet's final scene. This lets the reader join Paul and Jessica in their journey to understand the opaque culture they found themselves in.)

I better understood the book's ending this time. Throughout the book Paul sees visions of a horrible future, where he is the figurehead of a galactic religious war with himself as the figurehead. It's a future he desperately does not want, and his shift from liberation leader to sudden imperial prince is an attempt to walk that narrow path. I didn't get the same strong feeling that he'd suddenly switched personality and lost his desert knowledge. But it did still feel disappointing. Perhaps in the intervening sixty years others have written the Great Space Liberation Novel.

This time through I picked up a lot more of the character development of the characters other than Paul and Jessica. The careful construction of the supporting characters like Duncan Idaho, Gurney Halleck, Doctor Yueh, and Baron Vladimir Harkonnen do a great deal to harmonize the plot: they're playing archetypal roles, but their actions feel natural. And I think that's what was missing from the recent Part 1 movie. Having just reread the book, I picked up on all the characters in the movie and followed the whole plot. But without the character's inner lives, with only a few lines of dialog to establish them on Caladan, what they're doing and why is really hard to see. The movie misses the rising sense of suspicion before treachery and betrayal brings in the enemy forces, and Yueh's redemptive care package for the escaping Paul and Jessica is conveyed so subtly that it would be difficult for someone without book familiarity to pick up on it.

It's interesting to reflect on Dune and where it sat in history. Published in 1965, it was a year or ahead of Star Trek and three before 2001: A Space Odyssey. The main space travel zeitgeist was probably the low-budget sci-fi thriller movies of the 1950s (though Isaac Asimov and others were of course writing thoughtful other-world sci-fi). Lord of the Rings was starting to gain popularity in the U.S., but this sort of deep world-building in a novel wasn't common. Thinking of a whole planet as a system was fairly new, and the environmental movement was fairly nascent, with Silent Spring coming just three years earlier. The book also came at a different cultural contact point between U.S. and desert cultures. Despite the story taking place over a hundred centuries in the future from the Earth-time we know, the people who were pushed from planet to planet until taking up in the sandy desert of a planet are the ones who have vocabulary clearly taken from Arabic. Saharan countries had just gained independence in the 1950s and early '60s. The Islamic revolutions in Libya and Iran were years away; the 1967 Israeli war was two years ahead; the Ba'ath party had only recently gained power in Iraq and Syria and had not yet evolved into Harkonnen-style dictatorships propped up by the West, though Dune's spice can be seen as a clear metaphor for oil. The book's glossary defines terms like "jihad" and "baklawa" which are commonplace in modern American discourse, and the U.S. belligerent elites were focused on hyping the thread of communism, not Islam. In the coming years, young westerners would travel old Silk Road routes along the Hippie Trail. A story today about a messiah figure leading a desert people to overthrow colonialists extracting an international commodity from their homeland would be a lightning rod of controversy.

Over the course of five decades, Dune developed a reputation as very difficult to adapt to the silver screen. I think I now understand why: the strength of the book isn't just in its stellar work of fictional ecology, it's in its deep exploration of the inner world of the human mind, a nexus point on the spacetime continuum where history meets possibility. "Show, don't tell" is crucial for a good movie, but Dune is a work of simultaneous show and tell.

I'm looking forward to Part 2, though. If nothing else, it should have some great desert cinematography.
flwyd: (earth eyes south america face)
A month or two into the 2020 pandemic lockdown I scanned my bookshelf for something appropriate to read that didn't involve staring at a screen. I found A Paradise Built in Hell: The extraordinary communities that arise in disaster by Rebecca Solnit. Given the novel disaster that the world was collectively experiencing, this seemed a particularly opportune time to read it. As with many new pandemic hobbies, reading this book ebbed and waned, taking until New Year's Day of 2023 to finish it.

The book dives deep into a handful of major physical disasters which struck cities, how the residents in the disaster area responded with creativity and communal support, and how the official response and media coverage assume that people in a disaster engage in anti-social behavior that isn't generally happening. This exploration was inspired by the author's own experience of euphoria and sense of possibility in the aftermath of the 1989 Loma Prieta earthquake in San Francisco and deepened over the next two decades as she researched the sociology of other disasters and interviewed people who were on the ground, participating in the suddenly created community where many of the social norms from just hours before had fallen away.

She shares writings from survivors of the 1906 San Francisco earthquake, highlighting the profound impact it had on Dorothy Day who went on to a life of social activism and anarchism. The ordinary residents of San Francisco quickly improvised solutions to help the community, putting out fires, setting up tents in Golden Gate Park for the suddenly homeless, preparing free meals, and other simple and effective acts of mutual aid. Many firsthand descriptions of the experience describe a joyful time in an odd utopia, where the city collapsed but the community rose up. Solnit contrasts this spontaneous community support network from the elite panic shown by the mayor and the army (based in the Presidio) whose goal was to "save the city from the people." In a refrain that recurs throughout the book, political, military, police, business, and media leaders often focus on looting in disaster situations even though property theft is rarely prominent in such situations. Additionally, the word looting fails to distinguish theft of financially valuable items for personal gain from requisitioning important supplies in an environment where survival is of the utmost importance and the ordinary mechanisms of cash transactions and functioning supply chains are disrupted. Earthquake survivors broke pharmacy windows so they could take medicine for a sick neighbor, an act which should not be conflated with stealing luxury goods for sale in the underground market.

Solnit then explores some unnatural disasters: the 1917 Halifax explosion (the collision of an ammunition ship that stands as the largest non-nuclear explosion), the London Blitz, and nuclear fears in the Cold War. Once again, elite expectations that the public would panic and a large collective of disaster survivors would bring out the worst in humanity did not materialize. The famous scenes of Londoners spending the night on subway platforms as bombs fell and air raid sirens screamed above ground was initially an organic response of ordinary people that surprised the authorities, who only belatedly provided institutional support. Solnit introduces sociologists who found a lack of evidence of panic and social disorder during a natural disaster or military attack, yet politicians still worried about it and Hollywood found crowd panic and a Hobbesian state of nature to be compelling tropes.

Moving forward in time, Solnit dives into the 1985 Mexico City earthquake, writing
One disaster utopia lasted. During the 1985 Mexico City earthquake, citizens discovered each other, their own strength, and the superfluity of what had seemed like an omnipotent and pervasive government, and they did not let go of what they discovered. It reshaped the nation. The real disaster began long before the earthquake, just as the utopia of social engagement and community strength lasted long after.
Here again ordinary citizens suddenly sprang into action, digging their neighbors out from collapsed buildings with no tools or training. Meanwhile the bad deeds of many of the city's elite were exposed, including factory owners (some with military support, again to "prevent looting") who rescued their equipment from collapsed buildings but left their trapped workers to die. Many of the shoddy collapsed buildings were government built, and the official response to the disaster left much to be desired. Citizen groups sprung up from the destruction and persistently demanded change. The whole city could see the incompetence and corruption of the PRI and organized effectively, winning concessions as Mexican civil society began to develop outside the patronage structure of the ubiquitous authoritarian political party.

The next chapter is titled Losing the Mandate of Heaven and expands from the Mexico City earthquake to connect disasters and revolutions.
In some ways a diaster merely brings the existing tensions, conflicts, and tendencies in a society and its government to light or to a crisis point. If the government fails to meet the urgent needs of its people, if it is seen to be self-interested, incompetent, or possessed of interests that serve an elite while sabotaging the well-being of the majority, the upheaval of disaster provides an opportunity to redress this failing that disaster has brought to the light.
The 1755 Lisbon earthquake marked a shift in Portuguese political power and it is usually considered to be one of the starting points of the European Enlightenment, a movement away from authority and religiosity toward individual reason—and doubt. A 1972 earthquake near Managua and the Somoza dictatorship's corruption and focus on personal profit from rebuilding provided the spark which culminated in the Sandinista revolutionaries toppling the government seven years later. And not just earthquakes; bad weather (thanks, Icelandic volcanoes) led to crop failures that were major factors in the French Revolution. Mikhail Gorbachev attributed the Chernobyl disaster as the most important cause of the Soviet collapse of the early 1990s. As in disasters, the chaotic period of a revolution often brings out euphoric feelings, communal connections, and a sense of utopia.

The final third of the book dives into two events in America that many readers think they're quite familiar with: the 9/11 terrorist attacks and Hurricane Katrina. Rebecca Solnit weaves together many stories in and around New York and New Orleans, reminding the reader of the stories they saw on the news while also introducing them to personal stories which show that the disasters looked a lot different on the ground than they did on TV. While the nation freaked out about the collapsing World Trade Center towers, the people of lower Manhattan remained fairly level headed. Ordinary office workers helped their colleagues out of the burning building, in some cases despite official instructions not to evacuate. In the neighborhoods people were generous and compassionate (despite New York City's reputation for being gruff and impersonal) and without regard for religious, racial, or social divisions. Americans glued to their TV sets that day saw Mayor Rudy Giuliani in picturesque leadership situations, covered in WTC dust along with the evacuees and rescue workers. He was so available for TV in part because he'd insisted on creating New York's emergency operations center at the World Trade Center, rendering it essentially useless in handling New York's biggest emergency. The stories that TV continued to tell about 9/11 had a monumental impact on American society in the weeks and years to come. Aided by elite panic from the government, the media turned 9/11 into a clash of civilizations narrative, of terrorists versus the free Western world, a story that would spike George W. Bush's popularity rating and lead to two decades of destructive foreign policy, America's longest war. If the story had instead been told by the people on the ground in New York, the people who experienced the painful clouds of dust and the generosity of fellow New Yorkers, it could have been a tale of compassion, connection, and good deeds in the face of governmental failure to prepare for an emergency or protect the country from nineteen guys with box-cutter knives.

The final chapters about New Orleans are the most personal and the most gut-wrenching. Rebecca Solnit had already been researching the spontaneous community building and often collective sense of euphoria that occurs after a disaster, and had just published an article in The Nation when Hurricane Katrina pounded the Gulf Coast. Here again are stories of ordinary people helping their neighbors out, a media looking for stories of looting, elite panic, and a government woefully unprepared to handle the disaster and often outright hostile to citizens trying to help solve the problem. In New Orleans the media disaster narrative fed back into the community and built upon over two centuries of racial distrust and injustice. The police chief in predominantly white Gretna prevented people from evacuating to higher ground across the Crescent City Connection bridge. In the predominantly white neighborhood of Algiers Point, a well-armed vigilante group worried about looting, not because of direct evidence but due to the cultural assumption that looting is a natural byproduct of disaster, especially in black areas. This fear led the Algiers Point folks to murder several African Americans, actions which they didn't try to hide but that have gone largely unreported. Solnit does a great job helping the survivors of Katrina tell the stories of these murders in plain view. Looting, as distinct from requisitioning supplies was quite rare after Katrina, perhaps in part because there's not much use stealing an expensive television when your house is under ten feet of water and most of the city is without electricity. Evacuees sheltering in the sweltering heat of the Superdome were trying desperately to get bottles of water; a shopping cart full of orange juice would've been more valuable to take from a store than a flat screen TV. I remember seeing a video from inside a Whole Foods after Katrina; basic foodstuffs had been taken from the shelves but the cooler of fancy cheeses was largely untouched.

Katrina started as a natural disaster, but it was compounded by a man-made disaster. All levels of government failed the people of New Orleans. Mayor Ray Nagin avoided an evacuation order (worrying it would make him look bad if the storm didn't have a big impact) and did not have a plan to evacuate a city where many people don't own a car. Police, the military, and other government organizations treated the people of New Orleans as potential enemies rather than victims of a disaster that needed help. Police and soldiers essentially imprisoned New Orleanians in their own city, waist deep in water. George W. Bush had spent four years making sweeping changes to prevent another round of terrorist attacks, curtailing civil liberties and reorganizing every disaster-related agency into the Department of Homeland Security. Yet DHS failed miserably in its first trial in a real disaster; they'd focused so much on a threat model of foreign invaders yet were woefully unprepared for a city of people displaced by Mother Nature. Unlike 9/11 the media started asking tough questions about the government response to Katrina, leading to the resignation of unqualified FEMA director Michael Brown and the beginning of the crash in President Bush's popularity ratings that had been based in large part on his image as a protector of the nation. One might imagine a post-9/11 media narrative focused on resilient communities that prepare locally and remain resilient and resourceful in the face of tragedy.

The physical damage on 9/11 was very localized and most New Yorkers could return to something resembling normalcy within days or weeks. The World Trade Center and The Pentagon are symbolic and commercially valuable, so financial and organizational support for rebuilding was easy to come by. Hurricane Katrina destroyed infrastructure for more than a hundred miles along the coast of Louisiana and Mississippi. In many neighborhoods it took months or years for half of the residents to return from evacuation before they could even start rebuilding their homes, often with limited and frustrating government help. Here again civil society emerged to help people meet their basic needs more quickly and flexibly than official emergency response organizations could. Solnit reports that Camp Casey, Cindy Sheehan's protest community in front of President Bush's ranch (which had itself become a temporary community much like after a disaster) quickly decamped from Crawford, Texas and headed east to help the communities hit by Louisiana. She shares stories of the generosity of Rainbow Family members who arrived in Mississippi to share their experience building temporary sanitation, community kitchens, and spontaneous welcoming communities. (Burners Without Borders also came into existence as volunteers traveled straight from Burning Man to the Mississippi coast to help rebuild.) Community groups formed in New Orleans, providing basics like medical care and construction tools while also fighting for the rights of long-time residents as elites and outside parties sought to rid the city of public housing and other social infrastructure.

I had started reading A Paradise Built in Hell hoping for a perspective on the unfolding disaster. COVID-19 was in many ways the inverse of the disasters described in the book. Instead of everyone in a city simultaneously experiencing a sudden tragic event, the pandemic quickly jumped from hotspot lockdowns in Wuhan, Northern Italy, and New York to worldwide "safer at home" orders. Everyone in one house could die of COVID without anyone else on the street realizing anything was wrong. Rather than gathering with our neighbors in the streets and pulling strangers out of collapsed buildings we tried hard not to get within six feet of our neighbors. Instead of a city cut off from communication, experiencing a very different world than the media's rumor-fed narrative of chaos and looting, hundreds of millions of people spent hours a day sheltered in their living rooms feeding on COVID stories from around the world. And despite the constant stream of bleak news, uplifting stories spread as well: a video of a cute lockdown craft project could easily garner a few million views. The ubiquity of recording technology and easy Internet sharing helped everyone find connection in a shared experience: "the famous TV host is working from their living room table, just like me." As in physical disasters, generosity flowed from ordinary people, giving money, dropping off groceries for elderly neighbors, and providing emotional support video conferences. But without a physical shared experience the COVID disaster area turned into social conflict that wasn't typical of disaster communities. Acts of survival like wearing a mask and avoiding large gatherings became flashpoints of cultural conflict, seen by some as effective defense against an invisible hazard and by others as a government attempt at control. As in the disasters in the book, governments in 2020 were generally not well prepared to handle the situation, but it's unlikely that the people left to their own devices would've fared better: fighting an ongoing airborne disease requires coordinated social action, unlike the localized and improvised action needed to help people in a neighborhood that just collapsed.

A Paradise Built in Hell is a book about specific disasters and the communities that arose there. It's also a book about human nature, the human capacity for spontaneous generosity, and the wonderful connection and lack of hierarchy in disaster communities. It's a book about the incorrect assumptions people—especially elites with more to lose in a disrupted society—make about how people will behave without government authority and established social structure. And it's a book about transformation, people whose lives changed from being in a disaster or by coming to help people out of one.

Shelf Care step 2

Saturday, November 12th, 2022 11:08 pm
flwyd: (escher drawing hands)
Over Memorial Day weekend I helped my parents move thirty five years worth of stuff out of a storage unit. Some simple math suggested they'd spent tens of thousands of dollars on rent for objects, and I managed to convince them that not paying a couple hundred dollars a month was worth a weekend of physical activity and a short-term investment of psychic energy to decide what to keep and discard.

This being a Stone family storage unit, there were roughly two dozen boxes of books. Most if not all of these had been easily accessible in our house when I was a kid, but had migrated to the storage unit because my family acquires books at a much higher rate than we acquire bookshelf space. One of my goals in the storage unit exit plan was to minimize the number of boxes my mom need to sort through because (a) "I need to go through this and decide what to keep, but I don't have time" is exactly why we have a storage unit of long-forgotten stuff and (b) I needed to save her limited sorting attention span for questions like "Can we get rid of this box of tax documents from 1992" and "Do you need this spiral notebook from your Masters of Education course?" Other than a few emotionally salient books she spotted at the top of a box, I was able to convince my mom that my garage would be the best place for the book boxes to land. (Fortunately I was also able to claim the large bookshelf they'd been siting on for decades.) As part of this bargain I agreed to catalog the contents before selling or donating any of the books. I promised to do so as a winter project, since I had three months of summer adventures planned.

I had some vague ideas about cobbling together a mobile app that could scan barcodes and dump ISBN codes into a Google Sheet, which a script would then populate through Internet lookups. (This was partly a plot to try out AppSheet, a "no code" app building product that colleagues of mine have built which helps fill what I think is an untapped ecological niche.) Then last weekend I remembered that LibraryThing exists, and probably already has a book-scanning app. Sure enough, the small development team that's still maintaining a website that very much feels like it's still the aught-naughts has had enough bandwidth to build iOS and Android apps with barcode scanning and cover photo uploading, in addition to catalog data management.

After a week of feeling not-great but testing negative for COVID, I got a positive test on Monday. (I'm pretty sure I picked it up during my Halloween weekend of dancing.) "Isolate in the front half of the house for a week" is exactly the excuse I needed to catalog a thousand books on the shelves in my living room. This kilolibro are mostly volumes I've personally acquired, plus a contingent from Kelly. I've yet to delve into the garage library of family legacy, though it does contain a shelf of Jungian psychology from when we moved all the stuff out of my mom's office in the summer of 2020. There's more mom-office books on the "spirituality and woo" shelf in another room, still more on the guest bedroom shelves along with art, kids books, and four decades of National Geographic Magazines. Oh, and I accepted several boxes of Dragon Magazine from a friend that I should either read or pass on. And while I'm at it, I might as well catalog the hundreds compact discs in the house, in case we need to convince our homeowners insurance that ten thousand dollars worth of music went up in flames.

It turns out that book cataloging is a messy-enough adventure that a dedicated domain-specific UX is a win, even though I now need to find a separate solution for cataloging my board game collection. There are, of course, books that predate barcodes, and I've even got a few dozen that came before ISBN was introduced, around the time my parents entered college. There are books whose Library of Congress Card Number doesn't come up in any catalog search. There are books with many editions and reprintings, and boy howdy to publishers like to change covers. A single ISBN often has multiple database entries, with varying levels of metadata quality. There are books with barcodes which aren't ISBNs (only some of which are mass-market paperbacks with an ISBN barcode on the inside cover). I found at least two books where the ISBN and barcode printed on the back cover belonged to an unrelated book, and didn't match the ISBN printed inside the book. My favorite is 978-1-56581-231-4 / 1-56581-231-X which has been used by dozens of books and shows up as example input to a couple open source barcode generators. Were publishers following some ISBN instruction manual and didn't realize they were supposed to assign their own number?

I've known for a long time that I tend to buy books aspirationally. I've probably finished only 5% of those thousand books, and read significant parts of another 5–10%. (There are also books on the shelf I know I'll never be motivated to read; we really need to get a Little Free Library set up.) In high school I noticed that the number of non-assigned books I read each year seemed to be decreasing. In college I had very little time for non-scholastic books, though I managed to reread each Lord of the Rings for their cinematic release. I had grand hopes of getting back to reading a few dozen books a year after graduating, but by that time the Internet had gotten really engrossing. It took me a decade to finish Don Quixote but it feels like I go through a hundred thousand words in a couple months on Wikipedia. I also read a lot of stuff at work, but "a hundred design docs and five hundred code reviews" doesn't bring the same set of accomplishment as reading a series of novels.

As a coda, I'd like to share the funniest item I found in the storage unit adventure. There was a box in the far corner, under and behind everything else in storage, clearly one of the first items packed away in the mid-1980s when my brother was a baby and my dad had converted the garage into a music studio. The box was labeled
Pants that are slightly too small for Edie.
That's right, we've spent three and a half decades safeguarding garments just in case my mom shrinks.
flwyd: (darwin change over time)
The relationship between disaster and revolution has seldom been explored, though it crops up throughout the history of revolutions. Catastrophic weather across France in the summer of 1788 brought on the crop failures and bad harvests that led to the rising bread prices, shortages, and hunger that played a major role in triggering the French Revolution the following year. The 1870–71 siege and occupation of Paris in the Franco-Prussian War brought on the sense of daring and solidarity that made possible the Paris Commune—several weeks of insurrectionary self-government Kropotkin and anarchists everywhere have cherished ever since. Belli spoke of Nicaraguans feeling after the earthquake that since they could lose their life, they wanted to make it means something, even if that involved risks. Disaster and crisis can stiffen resolve… Sometimes they work by making a bad situation worse to the point of intolerability; they create a breaking point. Sometimes they do so by making obvious an injustice or agenda that was opaque before. Sometimes they do so by generating the circumstances in which people discover each other and thereby a sense of civil society and collective power. But there is no formula; there are no certainties. Leftists of a certain era liked to believe that the intensification of suffering produced revolution and was therefore to be desired or even encouraged; no such reliable formula ties social change to disaster or other suffering; calamities are at best openings through which a people may take power—or may lose the contest and be further subjugated.

— Rebecca Solnit, A Paradise Built in Hell: the extraordinary communities that arise in disaster

Although I've been making slow progress (distracted by 2020!), A Paradise Built in Hell was an excellent book choice for 2020.

I've also been listening to Mike Duncan's Revolutions podcast for the last several years, too[1]. I've noticed a theme that what history knows as the big moments that made a revolution seem inevitable were often a surprise or a minor event at the time. When the social order sits atop a rotten and rickety structure, it's anyone's guess what will happen when a piece of that edifice gives way.

[1] The series will end after the 1917 Russian revolution and it's currently taking a break after the 1905 Russian revolution, so if you start binging now, the last episode should be available by the time you're ready to listen.

Shelf Care

Wednesday, October 30th, 2019 11:56 pm
flwyd: (Shakespeare bust oval)
Being raised by a bibliophibian from a family of teachers and a recording engineer/radio DJ, books and music were ubiquitous in my household. I became an adult around the time that the Internet was hitting its stride as an endless repository of digital media, but I've still got an emotional attachment to physical media and the "save everything" instincts of a would-be librarian.

When we bought a house early last year I recognized that bookshelf-appropriate wall space was at a premium. I also had a jumble of cheap Target bookshelves I'd carted through seven moves. "Great," I said, "Now that I don't have to move for a couple decades I can invest in nice, solid bookshelves to cover this long living room wall." We made a couple forays into furniture shopping over the next 18 months but discovered that most bookshelves seem to prioritize "look nice with a few objects" over "conveniently hold hundreds of pounds of books."

About a month ago we lucked out and found two tall and stout oak book cases with plenty of shelving. Bonus: they were only about $100 each! So I spent several hours packing the books from the crapy shelves back into their boxes and onto the sun porch and moved the shelves with redeeming qualities into the guest bedroom. The next weekend I got to experience the great joy of unpacking a bunch of boxes of books, like a present I'd wrapped for myself full of great books that I'll surely get around to reading in this house. I also got to play the fun game of inventing a classification system while simultaneously satisfying shelf width constraints and adjusting for height. So in this library "Dusty hardcover fiction," "Fiction compilations and tall novels," and "Mass-market paperback novels" are separate categories on separate parts of the wall.

I then unpacked a dozen or so boxes of National Geographic Magazine, my favorite periodical. Those get to live in the guest room, along with art books and a few others that are good random-access reading. This in turn meant that the garage had enough space to set up shelving units and a full-height freezer, for a different sort of archival material.

The one remaining shelving issue was games. Two cheap Target bookcases had almost every cubic inch used up by board, card, and tile game boxes. Two weeks ago I managed to score again at the used furniture store and found an open-backed bookshelf that doesn't block the power outlet and fits precisely between the stately oak bookshelves and the mass market paperback shelf (which itself has lived on, despite being a rickety cheap Target shelf, because it's short enough to stay out of the way of the thermostat on the wall). This shelf makes the game day browsing experience much better, and nicely rounds out the library media setup.

Meanwhile, my digital media life was in need of some shelf care of its own.

When I got back from Iceland I noticed that my external hard drive, on which I store 1.3 terabytes of music (plus photo and document backups), was showing signs of failure. Fortunately I had (1) a hard drive of twice the size which I bought earlier this year when backing up a bunch of data that was about to be deleted from the web and (2) an old hard drive of half the size containing 1.1 or so terabytes of music. I was able to copy all the pre-2013 music to the new hard drive to cover most of the gap. I then used find, diff, and rsync Unix utilities to identify all the tracks I added in to iTunes the last six years. This managed to save perhaps two thirds of the music. Fortunately for my emotional attachment to media data, I haven't spent much effort downloading mp3s in the last decade; they mostly came from CDs I bought recently or that my family owns, so I can recover most of the music library by re-ripping, though it means I need to develop a shelving plan for the boxes of CDs in the garage :-/

On the other hand, in the last six years I've downloaded thousands of podcast episodes. And given my instincts for media preservation I don't delete podcasts after listening, and I feel oddly awkward knowing they're missing. So I whipped up a couple ruby programs to parse my iTunes library XML and the podcast RSS feeds, download the mp3s, and save them to the right filename. This was particularly complicated for a few podcasts that only provide a month or two of episodes in their RSS feed, so I crawled a few websites to get historic episodes. This felt a little obsessive, but I'm about eleven months behind on podcasts and not listening to regulars seemed like it would be disappointing.

A couple weeks after finishing resurrecting my pile of podcasts I got a surprise system error on my Mac. It's sort of the Apple version of the famous Blue Screen of Death: stylishly designed with a semi-transparent gray color scheme and rounded corners. I've seen this three or four times in the last two decades of using MacOS X, and two of those were in the last couple weeks. Worried that my system had a hardware issue or major configuration problem I hit the "Upgrade to macOS Catalina" button late that night.

After the new OS version installed the next day I immediately regretted the decision. In my tired and minor panic I hadn't thought to read the full "What's new in Catalina" story before upgrading. The two big changes are that 32-bit apps are no longer supported (I have a few installed, but don't recall using them for years) and iTunes was replaced by separate Music, Podcasts, and (audio) Books apps, following the UIs of those apps on iOS. The Music app looks okay, but I panicked when I realized that the Podcast app has almost none of the iTunes features I'd come to depend on. It imported my old podcast subscriptions, but only showed the episodes currently present in the RSS feeds, not my decade worth of saved episodes. Crap, that's going to disrupt my 11-month-behind listening sequence I said. More importantly, the new Podcast app doesn't have any real episode organizing tools. I listen to podcasts on an iPod Shuffle, which has two excellent features for listening to podcasts while riding a bicycle: it clips to the outside of my clothing and it can be fully controlled with a single gloved hand without looking at it. I load the iPod Shuffle by building a playlist of episodes I want to listen to (in chronological order, skipping lots of reruns and uninteresting TED talks) and adding the next chunk from that podcast once a week when I charge the iPod. The Podcast app no longer knows anything about connected devices, but the Finder window for an iPod Shuffle will let you pick podcasts or specific episodes to sync. Unfortunately, that sync interface doesn't show any date or play count information, and scrolling through 1,000 episodes of a daily series is not worth my frustration.

Since this iPod Shuffle setup has become a remarkably crucial part of my informational life in the last decade I decided that I needed to downgrade from Catalina to Mojave, the previous macOS version. (I tried just copying iTunes from a non-upgraded computer, but leave it to Apple to prevent a perfectly good application from working when you upgrade the OS.) Internet documentation intimated that downgrading the OS would erase all data on the drive, so I spent another week with find and rsync to identify and back up all the important files on my internal drive. But hey, I hadn't yet backed up my photos after the previous external drive crashed with its backup set. Last Friday my iPod Shuffle ran out of batteries and on Saturday I had completed all the backups I'd identified, so I downloaded and reinstalled Mojave. After the reinstall I noticed my drive's free space was suspiciously low, so I poked around and discovered that, in fact, all my old files were still around in /Previous Content/, so the restoration process was quick with moves instead of copies. By carefully copying folders from my Library directory I was delighted to find that Chrome launched with all my old open tabs (another piece of my digital hoarder profile) and my Google Drive database didn't think anything was different about my local folder, averting a large download from the cloud. And, blessedly, my iTunes is back, with the same information-dense list view I've come to love since I first downloaded it in 2001.

phew that's enough archivist labor for the year. I'll put off thinking about what I'll do if Apple stops providing security patches for Mojave before my iPod Shuffle stops working. It's more than ten years old, having outlived every mobile computing device I've possessed. It's one tough cookie.
flwyd: (escher drawing hands)
One thing I was looking forward to as a homeowner was some really nice bookcases.
Our new house has a lot of roomy floor space, but bookshelf-appropriate walls are at a premium. So we need just the right bookshelves.

Since moving out on my own after college I've been slowly accumulating and then moving cheap particle board flat-pack bookshelves from Target. These do a decent job of holding rows of books and magazines.
However, each move tends to leave them shabbier, with the paperboard backing starting to come loose, the central load-bearing shelf bowing out, and corner chunks of particle board get dislodged. Flat-pack bookshelves also have a tendency to have awkward shelf spacing. They seem to universally max out at five shelves, but I almost always want to fit six shelves worth of reading material on them, thus ending up with three stacks of books per shelf rather than an orderly line. And since these were acquired one or two at a time they're a hodgepodge of colors, widths, and depths.

So—I figured—when I own a house and never need to move bookshelves again, I can buy some nice solid pieces with adequate shelving that cost more than $35 a piece. I therefore nicely stacked all my file boxes full of books against the walls of the garage nine months ago, figuring I'd wait a couple months until I'd found the bookshelves of my dreams before unpacking any.

Unfortunately, furniture shopping is a pain in the butt. Boulder furniture stores are mostly high-end, so they tend to have bookshelves that look distinguished but have significant shortcomings when it comes to the business of actually shelving books. And metro Denver stores seem to mostly have a slightly higher quality on the same 5-shelf Target flat-pack theme. I considered ordering custom-built shelves, but realized that I'm not sure how many linear feet of books of each height range we've got, so it seems easy to get a custom order wrong.

So instead we had three empty mismatched bookshelves sitting in the living room for nine months and an occasional sigh of "I could look that up, but first I'd have to find the right box." A couple weeks ago, Kelly went on a quest to find a book she needed, filling the living room floor with boxes. I decided to admit temporary defeat and last weekend I stuck shelves on the cases and Kelly's books on the shelves. And this afternoon, after not sleeping last night and deciding I shouldn't spend all day on the computer again, I unloaded most of my boxes into a reasonable categorization.

I'm fairly impressed at how compactly our combined library fits. Kelly's books take about a case and a half and mine take about two and a half cases, plus a small one for paperback novels. We've still got three cases in the garage and we used two for games which had been on built-in shelving at previous residences. Still in storage, though, are two boxes of roleplaying games (takes a shelf and change), a couple boxes of textbooks (another 2–3 shelves), 40 years of National Geographic (takes a whole case), a couple hundred issues of Dragon and Dungeon magazines (takes most of a case), and a variety of magazines from a family friend who passed away, including a large number of aerospace-related books, which seemed odd for an anti-government, anti-corporate pacifist who lived in a cabin in the woods.

So… a partial victory. I can now easily read almost any book I own. I can estimate the needed dimensions of future fancy bookshelves. And it's significantly easier to move around the garage.

Also on the eventual homeowner to-do list: make a Little Free Library.
… and figure out what to do with about five cubic feet of CD jewel cases.
… and find somewhere to put my boxes of CCGs so we can put a chest freezer and beer fridge in the garage…
flwyd: (escher drawing hands)
I just noticed that I've had a copy of The Righteous Mind: Why Good People are Divided by Politics and Religion by Jonathan Haidt sitting on my shelf for a few years. I was unaware of that fact, so I bought it this February as a potential recover-from-surgery book. Between my purchase and it rising to the top of my queue around June, I'd had three independent sources recommend it. And now apparently my mom thought I'd be interested in it as of a couple years ago on Christmas.

So… does anyone want to borrow a copy? It's the kind of book that shifts a lot of folks' thinking. I should probably write a review soon.

A Nation of Hives

Saturday, May 20th, 2017 08:57 pm
flwyd: (1895 USA map)
When a single hive is scaled up to the size of a nation and is led by a dictator with an army at his disposal, the results are invariably disastrous. But that is no argument for removing or suppressing hives at lower levels. In fact, a nation that is full of hives is a nation of happy and satisfied people. It’s not a very promising target for takeover by a demagogue offering people meaning in exchange for their souls. Creating a nation of multiple competing groups and parties was, in fact, seen by America’s founding fathers as a way of preventing tyranny. More recently, research on social capital has demonstrated that bowling leagues, churches, and other kinds of groups, teams, and clubs are crucial for the health of individuals and of a nation. As political scientist Robert Putnam put it, the social capital that is generated by such local groups “makes us smarter, healthier, safer, richer, and better able to govern a just and stable democracy.”
— Jonathan Haidt, The Righteous Mind: Why good people are divided by politics and religion, “The Hive Switch”

The driving metaphor for the final section of the book is “We are 90 percent and 10 percent bee.” He spends quite a while arguing for a limited form of group selection (specifically multilevel selection theory which I previously resonated with in David Sloan Wilson's Darwin’s Cathedral). Haidt says that humans usually act with the familial interest that any evolutionary biologist or economist could explain. But we’re also capable of switching into a eusocial hive mode akin to ants, bees, some shrimp, and naked mole-rats. This hive capability (which other primates do not possess) has allowed humans to build progressively larger groups from tribes to city-states to nations to empires to multi-national corporations. It's at work with sports teams, religions, politics, and any scenario where groups compete with each other and can form a strong internal bond.

Cheap travel, mass media, and the Internet have allowed the last few generations to develop and scale hives which are much more geographically diffuse than we could at America’s founding. I wonder if this, plus our winner-take-all political system, puts us more at danger of one hive being able to impose that hive’s will on all the others.
flwyd: (1895 USA map)
In the same way, each individual reasoner is really good at one thing: finding evidence to support the position he or she already holds, usually for intuitive reasons. We should not expect individuals to produce good, open-minded, truth-seeking reasoning, particularly when self-interest or reputational concerns are in play. But if you put individuals together in the right way, such that some individuals can use their reasoning powers to disconfirm the claims of others, and all individuals feel some common bond or shared fate that allows them to interact civilly, you can create a group that ends up producing good reasoning as an emergent property of the social system. This is why it's so important to have intellectual and ideological diversity within any group or institution whose goal is to find truth (such as an intelligence agency or a community of scientists) or to produce good public policy (such as a legislature or advisory board).
— Jonathan Haidt, The Righteous Mind: Why Good People are Divided by Politics and Religion

I think that's an excellent case against one-party rule. It also suggests that majority rule, when a single homogenous party is in the majority, is less effective than majority rule with votes requiring cross-party collaboration or at least heterogenous thought within the party.

The focus of the first part of this book is "Intuitions come first, strategic reasoning second," using the metaphor of a rider on an elephant. Haidt offers a lot of evidence that our intuitions and emotions (the elephant) typically make decisions and our consciousness and reason (the rider) is mostly focused on justifying those intuitions. This contrasts, of course, with the Rationalist world view (exemplified by Plato) in which consciousness and reason are in charge and can act independently of intuition. Haidt aligns more closely with Hume and his claim that reason is "ruled by the passions," though Haidt softens the "rules" claim.
flwyd: (escher drawing hands)
At lunch, a coworker said she used to be a bookkeeper. Another coworker asked if that meant accounting. This suggested alternate ways in which one could be a bookkeeper:
The Guard
This library is a fortress of knowledge. Anyone seeking to assail these volumes must first contend with The Sword of Dewey!
The Dragon's Hoard
I shall keep these books for I have not yet read them all. If you borrow a book and do not return it, I shall raid your village!
flwyd: (McCain Palin Abe Maude Simpsons)
In chapter 1 we described how a common psychological effect of rising insecurity is for people to become more conservative, less generous, and more zero-sum: think pre-Hitler Germany or pre-genocide Rwanda. Many decades of social science literature strongly correlates rising insecurity, fear, and pessimism with authoritarian politics. In difficult situations, the insecure and the pessimistic seek out authoritarian leadership. What's more, social psychological research conducted in laboratory settings has found that manufacturing insecurity and fear, particularly of one's own death, can have the same impact as real social circumstances of fear, such as during a terrorist attack or rising economic insecurity.

Collapse [by Jared Diamond] was intended to help Americans change their social values and create a more ecological society in order to avoid the fate of groups like the Grenland Norse. But in terrifying himself and his readers about the growing risk of social collapse, Diamond's eco-apocalypse narrative risks having the opposite effect. What extensive research finds is that the more scared people become about social instability and death, the less likely they are to change the way they think. Fear of death, wrote a group of social scientists in 2003, engenders a defense of one's cultural worldview.
— Ted Nordhaus and Michael Shellenberger, Break Through: From the Death of Environmentalism to the Politics of Possibility

Nordhaus and Shellenberger argue that people will be more motivated to take action on environmental issues if they're presented as positive opportunities, not dire warnings.
flwyd: (1895 USA map)
The Conscience of a Conservative, Senator Barry Goldwater's 1960 slim volume (ghostwritten by L. Brett Bozell, Jr.) advocating for conservative values, had more impact on right-wing and Republican politics in postwar America than any book besides The Bible and, perhaps, Atlas Shrugged. I sought the book out because I wanted to understand where conservatives are coming from and be able to have more productive political conversations. Since my political thinking operates with a different set of frames I was expecting to disagree with a lot of what Goldwater wrote, and I did. My focus in this review is therefore not to critique the book but to characterize it and highlight its arguments.

The book is an easy read. It's short and readable in an afternoon. My 50th anniversary copy, with foreword (George F. Will) and afterword (Robert F. Kennedy, Jr.) is 137 pages of roughly mass-market paperback size. It is not a work of technical political theory and is thus accessible to almost any American adult. It takes a personal and casual tone, clearly the broad appeal words of a politician and not the jargon of an academic. I think this accessibility is at least as important to the book's success in the conservative movement as any specific policy idea expressed in its pages.
The book starts with a few chapters on general principles followed by several chapters applying those principles to specific domestic issues that were prominent in the late 1950s.

Goldwater argues for Conservatism in opposition to Socialism and also in opposition to Liberalism and the (then-ascendant) moderate wing of the Republican Party. He starts by quoting Vice President Nixon, Republican candidates should be economic conservatives, but conservatives with a heart, and President Eisenhower, I am conservative when it comes to economic problems but liberal when it comes to human problems. Goldwater is conservative on both fronts and emphasizes that Conservatism isn't just about economics: The Conservative believes that man is, in part, an economic, an animal creature; but that he is also a spiritual creature with spiritual needs and spiritual desires. What is more, these needs and desires reflect the superior side of man's nature, and thus take precedence over his economic wants. Growing up in an Arizona which had recently gained statehood and in which the wild west didn't seem so long ago, it's not surprising that the focus of Goldwater's philosophy is individual freedom. Man's most sacred possession is his individual soul—which has an immortal side, but also a mortal one. The mortal side establishes his absolute differentness from every other human being. Only a philosophy that takes into account the essential differences between men, and, accordingly, makes provision for developing the different potentialities of each man can claim to be in accord with Nature. We have heard much in the time about “the common man.” It is a concept that pays little attention to the history of a nation that grew great through the initiative and ambition of uncommon men. The Conservative knows that to regard man as part of an undifferentiated mass is to consign him to ultimate slavery. (Despite this emphasis on spirit and soul, Goldwater did not want the church to be actively involved in politics and he did not like the rise of the Religious Right.)

Goldwater's political framework is focused on the Constitution and a limited federal government. While some people's political approach is to devise a solution to a problem first and then shape it to match the law, one gets the sense that Goldwater would prefer to start with what's constitutional and then work out a solution which is permitted. In the way that some folks on the right treat the Second Amendment as the most important while some on the left elevate the First, the Tenth Amendment is, I think, most fundamental for Goldwater. (The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the States, are reserved to the States respectively, or to the people.) Goldwater objects to several federal programs not because they're bad policies but because he thinks the states should implement them, with structure and prioritization driven by local voters and legislators, not a nationwide legislature and bureaucracy. He argues against federal involvement in education because the Constitution doesn't grant any federal powers over education, thus leaving the subject up to states. Yet if there were a constitutional amendment in place regarding education, Goldwater would seem to have no objection to the execution of it.

Many on the left, citing rhetoric of the Confederate and Jim Crow South, characterize the phrase “states’ rights” as an innocuous phrase meant to mask an underlying policy of racial discrimination. Goldwater acknowledges this perception, writing It is quite true that the integration issue is affected by the State's Rights principle, and that the South's position on the issue is, today, the most conspicuous expression of the principle. So much so that the country is now in the grips of a spirited and sometimes ugly controversy over an imagined conflict between State's Rights, on the one hand, and what are called “civil rights” on the other. He goes on to argue that civil rights are not universal rights granted by virtue of our humanity but rather a right defined in law: Unless a right is incorporated in the law, it is not a civil right and is not enforceable by the instruments of the civil law. There may be some rights—“natural,” “human,” or otherwise—that should also be civil rights. But if we desire to give such rights the protection of the law, our recourse is to a legislature or to the amendment procedures of the Constitution. We must not look to politicians, or sociologists—or the courts—to correct the deficiency. Goldwater was not a racist, and although he spends much of the chapter on civil rights arguing against federal efforts to desegregate schools and questioning the legitimacy of the Supreme Court's ruling in Brown vs. Board of Education, he speaks in favor of the principle of desegregation.

In a political world following Goldwater's philosophy, one might expect a great many constitutional amendments be proposed. (He argues against high tax brackets, for instance, but not against income tax itself, since that power is granted by the Sixteenth Amendment.) Addressing an issue like education, air pollution, or Internet crime would start by passage of an amendment granting federal jurisdiction on the matter. Yet amending the Constitution is hard, and in the half century since The Conscience of a Conservative was published, the Constitution was only amended five times—thrice regarding voting rights, once regarding presidential succession, and once regarding congressional compensation. Only the latter came after Ronald Reagan and Goldwater's intellectual heirs took power in Washington (and that one was proposed with the initial Bill of Rights). Many more amendments have, of course, been proposed but not passed in Congress—depending on one's perspective, this might speak in favor of or against an amend-first model.

Reading the book after it influenced half a century of politics provides an interesting sense of retrospective. For instance, a book written today wouldn't focus so much on the power of unions, yet it is precisely this book's arguments about unions which provided the framework for the legislation that weakened union power. Goldwater's arguments reverberate through contemporary conservatives: reading Goldwater's complaints about depression-era laws paying farmers to not grow crops (and thus avoid a market crash) reminded me of several folks I've heard rail against the same practice, even though it was ended by the 1996 Farm Bill.

Unfortunately, some of Goldwater's advice was not heeded by conservatives. He ends the “Freedom for Labor” chapter by saying Let us henceforth make war on all monopolies—whether corporate or union. The enemy of freedom is unrestrained power, and the champions of freedom will fight against the concentration of power wherever they find it. The Republicans who came to power with the help of Goldwater's rhetoric duly set about disarming the power of labor unions, yet they simultaneously enacted policies to boost the power of capital and corporations. Conservative-championed deregulation has led to a handful of companies controlling most broadcast and publishing media outlets, granting significant power and control of information to corporations. And despite the breakup of Ma Bell in the mid-80s, many consumers have no choice over telecommunications providers and the companies wield near-monopolistic power (Comcast revenues exceed every state government but California).

Goldwater's recommendations in “Taxes and Spending” were likewise only followed half-way. Goldwater wanted to reduce taxes by cutting back on federal programs: The government must begin to withdraw from a whole series of programs that are outside its constitutional mandate—from social welfare programs, education, public power, agriculture, public housing, urban renewal and all the other activities that can be better performed by lower levels of government or by private institutions or by individuals. I do not suggest that the federal government drop all of these programs overnight. But I do suggest that we establish, by law, a rigid timetable for a staged withdrawal. Yet the oft repeated mantra of today's Republican party is Reagan taught us that deficits don't matter, and Republicans have tended to propose tax cuts without spending cuts, program elimination without reducing taxes, and spending increases (particularly for military expenditure) without corresponding tax increases. While academic fiscal conservatives decry these policies, the party doesn't seem to care: tax cuts are a good way to get elected and eliminating popular programs are a good way to get voted out of office.

Goldwater's last chapter, “The Soviet Menace,” consumes the final third of the book and feels the most incongruous with the modern world. Goldwater begins in no uncertain terms: And still the awful truth remains: We can establish the domestic conditions for maximizing freedom, along the lines I have indicated, and yet become slaves. We can do this by losing the Cold War to the Soviet Union. He rails against the policies then in place to combat the USSR, from NATO and the UN to negotiation and diplomacy to foreign aid. He proposed instead an offensive (and quite so) strategy, The key guidepost is the Objective, and we must never lose sight of it. It is not to wage a struggle against Communism, but to win it. He proposed development and use of “small, clean nuclear weapons.” Recalling his fiscal conservatism, he writes As a Conservative, I deplore the huge tax levy that is needed to finance the world's number-one military establishment. But even more do I deplore the prospect of a foreign conquest, which the absence of that establishment would quickly accomplish. One wonders if he would similarly quiet his objections to spending on social programs if it were presented as a choice between liberal welfare or the election of an American communist or socialist party to congress. Goldwater's commitment to conservative constitutional law was also conspicuously absent from this chapter: socialist regimes generally installed a new constitution and American support for anti-socialist rebels would presumably violate the laws under which they found themselves.

While the flashpoints, proxy wars, and immense military buildups that characterized the Cold War definitely bore Goldwater's influence, the mechanism of victory fortunately took a significantly different tack than Goldwater's plan. He writes We may not make foreign peoples love us—no nation has ever succeeded in that—but we can make them respect us. And respect is the stuff of which enduring friendships and firm alliances are made. Yet despite the trillions of dollars spent on military hardware, the Socialist states collapsed not because of a respect-as-fear of U.S. power and might but thanks to a love-as-admiration we were able to foster in the people. While leaders threatened each other with weapons, support for the state was whittled away rock 'n' roll, hip young people, material comforts, and the gradual awareness that there was a world where grocery stores were always full of food.

The Conscience of a Conservative deserves a place in collections of key American documents, alongside The Federalist Papers and the speeches of Martin Luther King, Jr. Like the others it took relatively few words to influence generations of political action and government policy. Many on the left believe its ideas were taken too far; many on the right that they weren't taken far enough. But taken they certainly were, and they continue to frame contemporary discourse.
flwyd: (Trevor glowing grad macky auditorium)
We have forgotten that the proper function of the school is to transmit the cultural heritage of one generation to the next generation, and so to make them capable of absorbing ancient learning and applying it to the problem of its own day.
– Barry Goldwater, The Conscience of a Conservative, “Some Notes on Education”

Senator Goldwater expressed many points of view in The Conscience of a Conservative which I approach from a very different perspective, yet perhaps none as concisely as this one. He wrote this passage in the context of arguing that the federal government should divest itself entirely of involvement in education, leaving the matter instead to states and local school districts.

The transmission of cultural heritage from generation to generation happens naturally and effectively in the home, at religious and social gatherings, and as young folks interact with their communities. The unique value offered by a school is the opportunity for children and young adults to learn ideas and techniques which were unavailable to their parents. A child sent to boarding school in the 1820s might return as the first person in the history of the family who could read. A young man in 1870 who went off to a land grant college could return home two to four years later and teach his father and their neighbors newly developed techniques in farming. In 1900, a student could leave a town without electricity and pursue a degree as an electrical engineer, learning things in his senior year which were not known to the world when he arrived as a freshman.[1] And in the 1980s and 1990s, my generation played with computers in our public school classrooms and went on to teach our parents, with varying levels of success, how to use the most crucial tool of the modern age.

Goldwater makes clear that he is arguing against John Dewey and progressive education:
Subscribing to the egalitarian notion that every child must have the same education, we have neglected to provide an educational system which will tax the talents and stir the ambitions of our best students and which will thus insure us the kind of leaders we will need in the future.
In our desire to make sure that our children learn to “adjust” to their environment, we have given them insufficient opportunity to acquire the knowledge that will enable them to master their environment.
Earlier in the book, Goldwater said that he was in favor of school integration (I believe that it is both wise and just for negro children to attend the same schools as whites, and that to deny them this opportunity carries with it strong implications of inferiority) but he didn't think the federal government should bring it about (I believe that the problem of race relations… is best handled by the people directly concerned.). The belief that integration is desirable, yet it's fine if entrenched state political interests deny it, can be easily understood when Goldwater explains that his interest in schools is for the development of future leaders–and the unspoken conclusion that black children in the South would not be the future leaders of those states.

In the intervening half century the Dewey educational position, particularly the emphasis on adaptation to a changing world rather than mastering a static one, has been held widely in colleges and universities. Deans and chancellors are likely to craft mottoes like “preparing students for the challenges of tomorrow” and liberal arts departments emphasize that they teach critical thinking, not just classic knowledge. Yet in many locales primary school (which answers much more directly to local and state political pressure) is shifting away from a path where each generation knows more than their parents, requiring instead that children be taught the same misconceptions that their parents believe. The designated future leaders, of course, are still afforded access to accurate facts through private schools, thanks to their parents’ ability to succeed, whether through a privileged position or personal skill. One of the biggest failings of public education in the last two generations is that it’s funded and run at the local level while the rich and middle class have fled integrated areas, taking their tax revenue and school board engagement away from areas with poverty and students of color and into suburbs with higher school ratings. (There's a great two part piece from This American Life on this topic.)

[1] I’m using male pronouns in this discussion because secondary education was at that time overwhelmingly meant for men, another major failing of the traditional approach of schools whose goals were to educate a pre-screened set of future leaders.
flwyd: (xkcd don quixote)
The turn will come… when Americans, in hundreds of communities throughout the nation, decide to put the man in power who is pledged to enforce the Constitution and restore the Republic. Who will proclaim in a campaign speech: “I have little interest in streamlining government or in making it more efficient, for I mean to reduce its size. I do not undertake to promotte welfare, for I propose to extend freedom… And if I should later be attacked for neglecting my constituents’ ‘interests,’ I shall reply that I was informed their main interest is liberty and that in that case I am doing the very best I can.”
– Barry Goldwater, The Conscieence of a Conservative, "The Perils of Power"

Folks on the left are often surprised when Republicans support economic policies which negatively impact a majority of their constituents. Some folks use this observation as a rhetorical barb (e.g. these tweets). But for politicians inspired by Senator Goldwater and the last half century of conservatism, policies which favor liberty (freedom from) at the cost of opportunity (freedom to) are the goal, not an accident.
flwyd: (Om Chomsky)
Any progressive activist and anyone involved in the Democratic Party who has not read Don't Think of an Elephant! should put it very near the top of their to-do list, above any political action that's longer-term than "this week." It's short and practical, so it can be read in a day or you can read an essay-chapter each day and be done in two weeks. Many of the key insights also appear in articles on the author's blog, so you can start there.

George Lakoff is a professor of linguistics and cognitive science at UC Berkeley. I first encountered his work in Metaphors We Live By, a fairly academic book which argued that metaphors aren't just manners of speech, they actually provide structure to how we think and form a framework through which we perceive the world. This led him to research on frames, "mental structures that shape the way we see the world" and investigations on how liberals and conservatives think and the frames they use. He published Don't Think of an Elephant in 2004 as an accessible and practical guide for progressives to understand how people make political choices, why conservatives are much better at framing than progressives are, and what the left needs to do in order to activate progressive frames in the minds of voters. The All New Don't Think of an Elephant! is a 2014 edition which adds chapters and updates many of the essays to cover political developments during the second Bush term and the Obama presidency.

Frames help us make sense of the information we receive. For instance, the frame "Countries are rational actors" provides us tools for interpreting international relations and actions of governments. Given that frame, a speech by a particular politician or an attack by an army is evaluated as though it's a single person (the country) following a considered strategy. An alternate frame, say "Countries are herds of animals," would lead to a different conceptualization of the same presented facts, like an assumption of acting on instinct and a focus on the power dynamics within a government.

Frames are wired into our brains: the more often the language associated with a frame gets activated, the stronger the neural linkages become. When information is presented which doesn't jive with the frames in our brain, cognitive dissonance results. Cognitive dissonance is uncomfortable, so we tend to resolve the situation by rejecting the information or selectively reinterpreting it so that it can form a narrative supported by the frame.

The most important insight in the book is that people don't vote based on a list of policies and they don't necessarily even vote for their rational self-interest. They vote for candidates whose message activates the frames that drive their values. People aren't swayed by facts, they're swayed by narratives that resonate.

Lakoff identifies the major frames for political values as the "strict father model" and the "nurturant parent model." The former leads to values like law-and-order policing, military power, and "tough love" economic policies. The latter leads to values like restorative justice, soft power diplomacy, and opportunity-focused economics. Everyone has both frames in their brain to some degree, and political ideology reflects the frame which is stronger, or is present in more aspects of their life. He also talks about "biconceptuals," folks that have a balance of both models, the cognitive version of "swing voters."

The family models do a great deal to explain why positions which seem to be logically unrelated are so correlated in the political sphere. Why do so many folks both oppose gay marriage and support use of military force to achieve foreign policy objectives? Corporal punishment (or the threat thereof) is how order is established in a strict-father family, and gay marriage violates the whole premise of a strict-father family, because there's either no father (two women) or no single father figure (two men). Why do so many folks oppose firearm ownership and support public education? In a nurturative-parent family, providing opportunity to kids has a very high value (free public school provides opportunity even to kids whose parents don't have any resources) and guns represent violence, which is anathema to the protection and nurture values.

Conservative elites, starting with Barry Goldwater and the Powell Memo, have spent several decades carefully experimenting with ways to frame their policy goals so that they will resonate with the values frames of American voters. Progressives and liberals, on the other hand, have not had an organized approach to framing and tend to run on a set of specific policies, not on a set of values. Since the left haven't developed language to activate frames, they tend to use the frames provided by conservatives. This is self-defeating, because repeating the conservative framing of an issue activates the same neural pathways, even if the idea is negated (hence the title of the book). For instance, conservatives developed the phrase "tax relief," which activates a metaphor of taxes as a burden. If a liberal says "I'm against tax relief," it reinforces the idea that taxes are burdensome and the voter is left wondering why the politician is in favor of burdens. If the liberal instead recast the issue in their own frame–"I think the wealthy should contribute their fair share"–it would activate the frame that tax is a shared investment in society.

Lakoff advocates for progressives to rethink how they present their ideas. He urges the left to shift from talking about facts and policies to talking about values, principles, and policy directions. He instructs people to affirm the progressive world view rather than use the negated language of the conservative world view. He tells politicians to stop focusing on policy polls and start presenting a coherent narrative. And he recommends the left invest–intellectually and financially–in creating organizations (think tanks and so on) devoted to finding ways to frame progressive values in ways that resonate with American voters. This is a long-term investment: the right has spent over four decades building their current ideological power position and the left can't suddenly adjust the neural circuitry of the public next month or even this year. But the longer progressives wait, the more they'll lose ground and the harder it will be to make progress.

The book's final chapter, "How to Respond to Conservatives," has some solid tactical advice, including showing respect, remaining calm, and positively reframing the issue. It ends with the crystalized guidelines: "Show respect; Respond by reframing; Think and talk at the level of values; Say what you believe." His approach is good for spreading the progressive world view, but I think there is occasion to use the frames of the "other side." When you're working on a specific policy measure like climate change or health care, it's important to have allies on both sides of the spectrum–this eases passage of an initiative and makes it less likely it will be repealed when the legislative balance of power shifts. Shifting a Republican member of congress from a strict-father model to a nurturative-parent model is a long game indeed, but convincing the same representative that climate change is a threat to national security or that it will create an undue burden on business might get an important piece of legislation passed. This is also communication that can be more focused: a letter to a legislator can be tailored to resonate with the specific framing a person has demonstrated whereas a letter to the editor tries to activate the framing of thousands of different people.

My goal in reading this book was to improve my ability to communicate with people who don't share my worldview, and it definitely helped. I'm someone who's immersed in facts and tend to overcommunicate details. This is important when figuring out how to create software or working with scientists to learn how the world works. But it's a hopeless technique for reaching non-experts, and by necessity most politicians, and certainly most voters, are not experts on a vast majority of subjects. I intend to do work to verbalize my own values and organize them into a coherent story, one which I hope can inspire folks who are already on my side, resonate with folks who aren't there yet, and help folks with a strict-father model empathize with the nurturative values.
flwyd: (darwin change over time)
Programs are a major problem for attempts at unity. As soon as a policy is made specific, the differences must be addressed. Progressives tend to talk about policies and programs. But policy details are not what most Americans want to know about. Most Americans want to know what you stand for, whether your values are their values, what your principles are, what direction you want to take the country in. In public discourse, values trump policies, principles trump policies, policy directions trump specific programs. I believe that values, principles, and policy directions are exactly the things that can unite progressives, if they are crafted properly. The reason that they can unite us is that they stand conceptually above all the things that divide us.

Having those shared values, largely unconscious and unspoken, is not good enough. They have to be out in the open, named, said, discussed, publicized, and made part of everyday public discourse. If they go unspoken, while conservative values dominate public discourse, then those values can be lost–swept out of our brains by the conservative communication juggernaut.
Don't just read about these values here and nod. Get out and say them out loud. Discuss them wherever you can. Volunteer for campaigns that give you a chance to discuss these values loud and clear and out in public.
– George Lakoff, The All New Don't Think of an Elephant!, “What Unites Progressives”

Put another way, values, principles, and policy directions are how you build a movement. Policies are how you implement the vision once the movement has critical mass. When building a movement you don't worry too much about folks with a drastically different world view; you're just trying to find all of your friends. But when it comes to policy, it's important to work with folks from “the other side.” A policy which is supported by many members of some movements has a better chance of surviving than a policy which is supported by all and only one team.
flwyd: (Om Chomsky)
Unfortunately, all too many progressives have been taught a false and outdated theory of reason itself, one in which framing, metaphorical thought, and emotion play no role in rationality. This has led many progressives to the view that facts–alone–will set you free. Progressives are constantly giving lists of facts.

Facts matter enormously, but to be meaningful they must be framed in terms of their moral importance. Remember, you can only understand what the frames in your brain allow you to understand. If the facts don't fit the frames in your brain, the frames in your brain stay and the facts are ignored or challenged and belittled.

When George W. Bush arrived, we got "compassionate conservatism." The Clear Skies Initiative. Healthy Forests. No Child Left Behind. … This is the use of Orwellian language–language that means the opposite of what it says–to appease people in the middle as you pump up the base. … Imagine if they came out supporting a "Dirty Skies Bill" or a "Forest Destruction Bill" or a "Kill Public Education" bill. They would lose. They are aware people do not support what they are really trying to do.

Orwellian language points to weakness–Orwellian weakness. When you hear Orwellian language, note where it is, because it is a guide to where they are vulnerable. They do not use it everywhere. It is very important to notice this and use their weakness to your advantage.

– George Lakoff, The All New Don't Think of an Elephant!
flwyd: (pensive goat)
I'm Right and You're an Idiot: The toxic state of public discourse and how to clean it up by James Hoggan with Grania Litwin, 2016

I went book shopping last weekend so that I would be better prepared to have conversations with conservatives about issues like climate change. This book sounded like exactly what I was looking for. James Hoggan is a professional in the public relations field. He runs DeSmogBlog, a site devoted to "Clearing the PR pollution that clouds climate science" and has published a book on the topic. He set out to write another book devoted to climate advocacy and highlighting climate facts, but he realized that there was a bigger problem: the public space in which our society discusses issues and comes to agree on policy is polluted, sickening democracy and making progress on any tough issue almost impossible. So he decided instead to explore what was clogging the public square and how we can engender more productive communication and enable action on important problems.

Hoggan structured the book's chapters around people he interviewed, most experts in some mode of communication. The result is a book where each part is clear and interesting, but it can be difficult to find an overall narrative. I came away with several important insights but without a full practical framework for making things better. The epilogue does help tie things together, and I'd recommend reading that first, then deciding if you want to read the rest of the book.

Hoggan's background concern of climate change and environmental concerns shows up throughout the book; most chapters share the interviewee's thoughts on how people relate to environmental facts or arguments. And while I bought the book hoping to improve my ability to have conversations around climate change, I think the book would have been stronger if he'd dug into specifics on several distinct issues. He mentions migration, gun violence, and other "big challenge" problems in passing but never talks about how someone might approach those particular problems using the ideas in the book.

Some of my key takeaways:
Experts on a topic (e.g. scientists) make decisions based on facts, rational debate, and deep investigation. Most non-experts make decisions based on emotion and narrative.
In a modern democracy, the support of non-experts is needed for any major policy. Facts are important in deciding what to do, a story (particularly one with values or a moral) is crucial in getting people to do it.
People have a self-conception in which they generally do the right thing and believe in the truth. When something challenges this view, people experience cognitive dissonance, which is uncomfortable.
If new information is presented in a way that's too shocking to that belief, people are more likely to assume that the information is wrong than that they've been wrong. It's therefore very important not to structure an argument as "You're wrong" or, especially, "You're a bad person." Instead, find shared values and express a policy proposal as a way of expressing those values.
Tell your own story; otherwise people who oppose your idea will tell your story in a way that undercuts you.
Once you've told your story, avoid responding to attacks. It's easier for folks to see an attacker as offensive if you aren't playing defense.
Anger is important in motivation, and appealing to anger "on your side" can be a good way to get folks involved in an issue.
But it's super important to drop the anger as you start talking to folks who don't get angry by the same things you do. If someone feels that you're speaking to them out of anger or that you perceive them as an enemy, they aren't likely to take your words to heart.
Self-righteousness and purity can hurt your position.
If the public sees two sides loudly asserting their own position, they aren't in a good position to evaluate the arguments and they may conclude that the issue is just a matter of personal preference or align with the side that has better hair or a slicker marketing delivery.
Change is scary.
People resist imposed change more than when they feel they have agency.
Inevitability is a terrible motivator.
To take action, people need to feel that there's hope and that what they do will have an effect.
Compassion is key to communication.
You can't make progress working with an enemy. But you can make great progress working with a fellow human being that you understand, respect, and disagree with.

One of the best paragraphs in the book comes in the epilogue:
People don't start out mired in hostility. The situation evolves. When someone publicly disagrees with something we feel strongly about, we perceive them as aggressors and we begin to question their motives and intentions. When people criticize or condemn our cause or our reasoning, our defense mechanisms kick in. Anger simmers and escalates. When people on both sides of an argument draw their positions from the perceived bad behavior of the other, they eventually start treating each other as enemies, and this provokes a perpetual shoving match and eventual gridlock.
flwyd: (darwin change over time)
The scientific community assumes the same rules of communication are always applicable and rational, that people are attentive, open minded, persuaded by facts and believe that those who are presenting information are people of goodwill, and not deliberately trying to manipulate them. But none of those things are true.

Yankelovich and Rosell have identified a process that they call the public learning curve that describes maturing public opinions, where people's views evolve from poorly informed reactions to more thoughtful conclusions. The three-stage process begins with building awareness and consciousness (where advocates and the media typically do a good job). The seecond stage involves working through wishful thinking and denial, resistance to change and mistrust, grasping at straws, deliberate obfuscation and lack of urgency (which is where dialogue comes in). The third part of the learning curve is when people come to resolution (which is handled by decision-makers and government institutions). "Much of our work focuses on improving the 'working through' stage, which our society does not handle well and where critical issues like climate change can get stuck for years or decades," said Rosel.
– James Hoggan, I'm Right and You're an Idiot: The toxic state of public discourse and how to clean it up, chapter 1 with Daniel Yankelovich and Steve Rosel

It is not a wise strategy to define a situation as inevitable or out of control. "This is a negation of politics–because you don't do politics with inevitability," explained Latour. If you send a message to people that there's no other possibility, that it's too late–the result is inaction. Latour suggested that the message must give them the will to find a way out of the dilemma.
– ibid., chapter 7 with Bruno Latour

Liquid Clarity

Sunday, February 19th, 2017 10:28 pm
flwyd: (spencer hot springs feet)
I've been surprisingly calm about my achalasia surgery tomorrow.
After scheduling it, I haven't had any second thoughts, bouts of dread, or even niggling worries.
Most of our office is playing musical chairs at the end of this coming week, when I'm out. So my last act of heavy object lifting for a while was packing my desk on Friday. This should help me unplug from work while I'm at home recovering: there is no longer an ethernet cable connected to my computer, so I couldn't SSH in and hack on something if I wanted to. (Email, of course, is a much more sinister temptation.)

I spent most of this week fighting a cold, which helped put me in "Hang around the house not expending much energy" mode but didn't help in the "fatten up before surgery" department. The cold reduced my appetite and severely depressed my appetite for sugar. Not wanting sugar sounds like it would be a good thing, but I had to spend this weekend on a clear liquid diet, so I'd been planning to get most of my calories from sweets.

My mom got me a jar of unflavored gelatin for Christmas (before she knew I was having surgery). Gatorade powder, gelatin, and water turns out to be a pretty tasty way to get some calories, protein, and electrolytes. And if you halve the recommended gelatin to water ratio it's pretty easy to drink. I should try this combo at Burning Man.

I had my last meal, of sorts, at Sushi Zanmai on Friday night. I wasn't especially hungry (because of the cold), but ate a bunch because it was so tasty. Rice and fish are some of the first items in the solid portion of the recommended recovery diet progression, so maybe I'll be able to return before too long. I had a hamburger at lunch and probably won't be able to do so again until the end of March. Maybe it'll be my half-birthday treat.

Part of my plan for recovery time was to read The Conscience of a Conservative so I'll be better prepared to have conversations with Republican lawmakers and potential issue allies on the conservative side of the spectrum. My plan for Saturday was to visit used bookstores until I found a copy. After five bookstores and $120 I didn't have any Barry Goldwater, but I did end up with a copy of A People's History of the United States. I also overheard a Bookworm employee tell a customer that they were sold out of 1984. I didn't end up without materials to strengthen my transpartisan dialog skills, though: Don't Think of an Elephant!, I'm Right and You're an Idiot, and The Righteous Mind are now in my possession. I still intend to read TCoaC, but now my plan is to borrow a copy from the public library, which seems like an especially apt approach to that book.
flwyd: (escher drawing hands)
Come, let us hasten to a higher plane,
Where dyads tread the fairy fields of Venn,
Their indices bedecked from one to n,
Commingled in an endless Markov chain!
Come, every frustum longs to be a cone,
And every vector dreams of matrices.
Hark to the gentle gradient of the breeze:
It whispers of a more ergodic zone.

In Riemann, Hilbert or in Banach space
Let superscripts and subscripts go their ways.
Our asymptotes no longer out of phase,
We shall encounter, counting, face to face.

I'll grant thee random access to my heart,
Thou'lt tell me all the constants of thy love;
And so we two shall all love's lemmas prove,
And in our bound partition never part.

For what did Cauchy know, or Christoffel,
Or Fourier, or any Boole or Euler,
Wielding their compasses, their pens and rulers,
Of thy supernal sinusoidal spell?

Cancel me not—for what then shall remain?
Abscissas, some mantissas, modules, modes,
A root or two, a torus and a node:
The inverse of my verse, a null domain.

Ellipse of bliss, converse, O lips divine!
The product of our scalars is defined!
Cyberiad draws nigh, and the skew mind
cuts capers like a happy haversine.

I see the eigenvalue in thine eye,
I hear the tender tensor in thy sigh.
Bernoulli would have been content to die,
Had he but known such a² cos 2φ!
Early in my experience with Unix-like systems I discovered fortune. This program would occasionally provide me with a clever passage attributed -- Stanislaw Lem, "Cyberiad" "Who is this Stanislaw Lem fellow and what is a Cyberiad," I wondered. And then, because it was the mid-90s and search engines didn't exist yet, I did nothing.

A few years later, I started collecting quotes to add to my random signature program. A great many of them came from fortune, since it gave me a quip every time I logged in or out. The first Cyberiad quote that made it on the list was [The brilliant Cerebron, attacking the problem analytically, discovered three distinct kinds of dragon: the mythical, the chimerical, and the purely hypothetical.] They were all, one might say, nonexistent, but each nonexisted in an entirely different way. Different modes of nonexistence, a fantastic puzzle for a philosophy minor like me. I wanted to find and read this book.

There are a few books and authors I keep in the back of my mind for eventual purchase. It gives me direction when I find myself in a bookstore: check the D section of Classics for The Vicomte de Bragelonne, check the A section of Sci-Fi for the HHGTTG radio series scripts, check the L section of Sci-Fi for Stanisław Lem… You would think it wouldn't be too hard to find a book by "the most widely read science fiction writer in the world," yet ten years went by without finding one of his books between Le Guin and Lewis. I was even a beta tester for Google Books on Android tablets, but couldn't buy an electronic Cyberiad. (It's available now, though.) Tantalizingly, Google ran a fantastic narrative doodle based on The Cyberiad. I finally found a copy when I chanced to stop in to Red Letter Books in Boulder, enticed by a book about mangoes on the shelf out front. "Before I buy this, I need to see if they happen to have any Lem." Sure enough, my Quixotic quest found its goal, wedged in a dense shelf of mass market paperbacks.

The Cyberiad is a book of short stories about machines who build machines. The central character is Trurl, a constructor. He and his good friend Klapaucius the constructor build all manner of robots and devices, often on commission from rulers of distant worlds. Unlike the science fiction school led by Asimov, the engineering details of the machines and their scientific mechanism of action are of little importance. The stories are not about the machines but about the philosophical considerations and allegorical implications of such a device in a world not entirely dissimilar from ours. The first story, How The World Was Saved concerns a machine that can create anything starting with N. After creating concrete and abstract nouns, they ask the machine to do Nothing, whereby it starts to eliminate the universe.

Originally written in Polish, the book has a lot of rhymes and wordplay with sciency terms which works surprisingly well in translation (to English, at least.) The sidebar to the right has a poem produced by Trurl's Electronic Bard. Lem has a great facility for technical naming in a way that's fun rather than dry: The second, newer trail was opened up by the Imperium Myrapoclean, whose turboservoslaves carved a tunnel six billion miles in length through the heart of the Great Glossaurontus itself.

What I like best about The Cyberiad is how it resonates with my experience as a constructor of sorts. The book was written in 1967, when hardware was still the king of technology, before we realized that software eats the world. Yet the story Trurl's Machine and other passages describe the foibles of building, debugging, and otherwise producing a computer program better than any software-focused essay I've read. Throughout the book, Trurl displays the three cardinal virtues of the programmer: laziness, impatience, and hubris. If more tales were added to the Cyberiad today, perhaps the constructors would be programs which write other programs.

All makers and builders and coders and creators would do well to read The Cyberiad: Fables for the Cybernetic Age. This hypermedia book report claims the book inspired Will Wright to create SimCity; what might it do for you? Acquire it in cybernetic digital form or via a musty-bookstore-quest for a well-loved copy not so overpriced as these.

tsundoku

Thursday, January 10th, 2013 12:38 am
flwyd: (escher drawing hands)
Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] prettygoodword at tsundoku
tsundoku (tsun-DOH-ku) - n., the piling up of unread books.


Borrowed late last year from Japanese, from tsumu, to pile up + doku, to read/reading (using an alternate character reading), with a pun on tsundeoku, to leave piled up. Usage in English is rapidly evolving, but it seems to get used as a verb of the action as well as the noun of the act.

---L.


Tsundoku is problem endemic in the Stone households.
flwyd: (rose silhouette)
I'm not sure how much coverage U.S. commercial media is giving to the death of Alexander Solzhenitsyn, but the BBC and NPR both devoted significant time to retrospectives on his impact on Russian society and Western awareness of Soviet atrocities. The phrase "Russian author" carries a certain expectation of greatness like "French chef" and "Italian fashion designer." Solzhenitsyn may be the golden exemplar of that category for the Soviet era.

The only Solzhenitsyn work I've read is One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich. As a 16-year-old, my literary preferences tended to the grand and fantastic, authors like Tolkien and Poe. Ivan Denisovich was a very different sort of story, one intensely personal and practical. Solzhenitsyn wrote so well that I was thoroughly engrossed in the matter of a prisoner's spoon for page upon page. I remember sitting in the back of the dark multi-purpose room during Midsummer Night's Dream rehearsal, reading the challenges of a gulag prisoner by the light of the sound booth. Along with Bartleby, the Scrivener, Ivan Denisovich opened my sensibilities to the personal existential story. Thanks, Pfoots.

Gotcha Capitalism

Monday, January 7th, 2008 08:55 pm
flwyd: (Om Chomsky)
Today's Fresh Air program featured an interview with Bob Sullivan, author of Gotcha Capitalism: How Hidden Fees Rip You Off Every Day -- And What You Can Do About It. He talked about arbitrary fees charged by banks, cell phone companies, cable companies, and others that can make up a major percentage of their profits. It sounds like a very informative book, especially for people who don't like to read the fine print. I do read fine print (though I don't usually enjoy it), and I will probably add this book to my "get around to reading it" list.

I think there's significant value in a lot of libertarian ideas, but their "get rid of government and the market will take care of it" philosophy doesn't win me over. I dislike dealing with government bureaucracy and oppose government control over private activities as much as the next hippie pagan techie. But I dislike corporate bureaucracy even more and oppose corporate disregard for privacy and personal freedom as well. "A free market would resolve this by selecting for companies with transparent processes and strong privacy policies" is the stock libertarian response, but Sullivan doesn't think it's true. He said that one hotel chain tried to be up front about their prices and it was a disaster because customers selected their competitors whose prices looked lower but packed a lot of hidden fees.

One reason I don't own a cell phone is that I choose not to participate in the rigged market of cancellation fees, incoming text message fees, convenience charges, and "you spent too long talking to your friend with a crisis" overage charges. My monthly local phone service + DSL bill is the same regular $44 every month; the only time I've had to call Qwest because of billing confusion was when I didn't understand the wording of "we've just started charging monthly for allowing long distance calls." But I'm sure that if I had mobile service through the same company, I'd be caught off-guard on a regular basis. One difference is that there are more government regulations of what and how companies can charge for local phone service.

At least with the government I know that all prices and fees are clearly published, the requirements are stated up front, and that caprice is against the rules. I'd rather be at work tomorrow morning than at the passport office, but at least I don't expect any surprises. Driving there in the snow, on the other hand...)

Point and Cliche

Saturday, September 29th, 2007 12:45 am
flwyd: (fun characters)
"My life is not so much an open book as a coffee table book you glance at that happens to be open to a particularly bizarre page."

Book Title

Friday, April 20th, 2007 12:13 am
flwyd: (inner maiden animated no words)
Clearly I need to write a book titled Chalice in Wonderland. I'm just not sure if it should be fiction or free-form religious theory.

Google's got 170 hits for the phrase, including an episode of a live action series based on a Disney movie and an album "In Wonderland" by the band Châlice. But I think it's still got possibility.
flwyd: (transparent ribbon for government accoun)
Listening to the BBC via Colorado Public Radio tonight, I heard an interview with the author of The No Asshole Rule: Building a Civilized Workplace and Surviving One That Isn't.

I've known for a long time that the BBC is a dependable source of proper English, polite but persistent interviewers, quality investigative reporting, and cricket scores like "one hundred and eighty-seven not out." But I never expected to hear the word "asshole" several times in five minutes on the Beeb.

It's not one of the Carlin seven, but anybody who used the word on national TV in the U.S. would be in hot water. I credit Sutton with the cleverness of using "asshole" in the title of the book, thereby creating a context in which it can be used non-obscenely. They can't very well censor the title of the book; nobody would know what they were talking about.

I suppose it's similar to encoding illegal programs as prime numbers which can be legally discussed on the Internet.
flwyd: (Trevor shadow self portrait)
At work we use iText, a free library for manipulating PDFs. The library's author makes his money by giving away cool software that's complicated enough that developers are motivated to buy the book so they can use it well. We just bought said book, and I want royalties:

Trevor armed and ready to do battle with code
flwyd: (mail.app)
When making a purchase at Borders bookstore, customers typically receive a coupon good for a limited period of time roughly a week ahead. This is an interesting practice, encouraging repeat purchases while discouraging multiple-item purchases. It plays on the American belief that it's not how much you spend, but how much you save. Sales and discounts can induce people to spend money in the belief that they're being frugal by saving 25%, not realizing they would save 100% if they didn't go to the store.

I'm quite aware that it would be fiscally irresponsible to buy a book every week just because I've got a four day window in which it would be 20% off. (Ignore for the fact that I have a few dozen books that I want to read which are already in my possession and don't really need to keep buying more.) However, I've been pretty pleased by resent results. To wit:

I bought O'Reilly's Ruby Cookbook last weekend, which had a 30% off sticker on the cover. I liked this for several reasons. First, Ruby seems like an interesting and useful language, full of things like regular expressions, closures, easy filesystem access, and runtime modification of framework classes. Second, O'Reilly's animal covers and solid writing style makes their purchase release collector endorphins in geeks. Third, computer books are expensive, and 30% equates to $15; not a bad bargain. I then received a "20% off one item when you spend $10 or more" coupon, good for this weekend.

Since my birthday was in the middle of the week, this weekend counts too. Since I had a 20% off coupon, I figured I'd go find another birthday present. I didn't really need anything, but I figured a percentage discount on a big item would be suitable as a present. I'd seen Knuth's The Art of Computer Programming series at Barnes and Noble, but Borders' computer focus is on "get stuff done" technology than theory, so no imposing intellectual texts for me. I figured the best place to look for big ticket items would be the boxed set cabinet, where I found a number of intriguing items. There was a complete Red Dwarf boxed set for $250, but I think I saw most of the episodes on TV and couldn't really justify $200 for the privelage of watching them again. But then I espied a complete Monty Python's Flying Circus 16-DVD boxed set. The set is also available 2 DVDs at a time for $40 a pop, so the base sticker price of $199 is the efficient way to acquire such absurdity. 20% off puts it at $160, just $10 per DVD. I think a DVD of Flying Circus provides $10 worth of entertainment, and it seems unlikely that I'd be able to find the whole series used for much less, so I had an employee unlock the cabinet and took my selection to the counter.

I set the boxed set on the counter, produced my coupon, and handed over my Borders Rewards keychain. The item rang up at $79.99. The cashier looked at the screen, looked at the box (price tag face up), looked up and said "I can't beleive it's priced like that. Oh, coupon I guess." I declined to point out the numbers on the price tag, proferred my debit card, signed the thermal receipt, and wished her a good day.

I'm ordinarily a big fan of independent locally-owned bookstores, but I haven't patronized them much lately. Boulder Bookstore's computing selection is frankly pretty lame. The Tattered Cover has lots of good stuff, but I don't think I've been downtown or to Cherry Creek since... I bought a Mac Mini in March. Borders and Barnes and Noble, on the other hand, both have branches within walking distance of my office and my apartment. And really, how can you beat paying $80 for an item which would cost $320 if acquired piecemeal?

So... anybody want to have a Monty Python Party? Or a discussion about the relative merits of (Monty) Python, (Jack) Ruby, and Perl (S. Buck)?
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