Wednesday, April 26, 2006

The Theses hit the Fan, Chapter 1

A senior thesis is my ticket to a more experience, a spiffier bachelor's degree, more graduate school options, and everlasting peace and happiness. Right?

Well even if that last one doesn't happen as a result, I am doing it anyway. Right now I am writing up the proposal due at noon tomorrow. (which leaves me 24 hours and ten minutes). Until then here is my one page summary.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Just a Survival Machine?


It's creepy what thoughts you can find yourself having sometimes.

This morning I studied for a philosophy exam with a professor that you've already heard about, my dear faithful reader. One the one hand I have gotten better at studying for and writing for this guy. But also I was distracted by the events of last night, which didn't have relevance to philosophy of cognitive science. Anyway this exam is worth 25% of my grade and had me a little nervous.

To try and get into a better mental state for test-taking, I thought it would be better to study at school than at home. Also I drank some mate. On the way to school, just one block from my house, I saw our dear professor walking his mastiff. Hmm. Nobody else around. Him on foot and me in a car. In an instant I had the realization that if there were some sort of.........accident........then I could avoid this test entirely.

I just keep wondering if for a fraction of a second that it was actually an option that I considered, even if it was for only a moment.

Tell me something like this has happened to you.

Saturday, April 08, 2006

This guy goes to a psychiatrist

This guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, "Doc, uh, my brother's crazy; he thinks he's a chicken." And the doctor says, "Well, why don't you turn him in?" The guy says, "I would, but I need the eggs." - Woody Allen


I gave my mom some balloons on Valentine's Day. Here at work we have a helium tank, and so I filled them myself. I opted for hi-float, a gelatinous goo that coats the inside of the balloons to make them float longer before deflating and sinking to the floor, unable to support their own weight. Much longer, in fact. Stopping by her house today (note that it is now April 8th) I saw that while the rest of them had suffered their inevitable slow voyages from cheerful decoration to depressing metaphor for life, one balloon is still completely floating with it's ribbon almost as tight as when I first inflated it. It has been thrilling for us all. Every conversation between Mom and I since Valentine's Day has included the balloons and we've agreed that it is supernatural.


So kudos are in order to the inventor of high float, right? This person saw a problem in the world (balloons only last a couple of days) and set out to solve it. I mean we're all fighting entropy on a daily basis, but this person contributed to the struggle in a very tangible way. The balloon is still floating. There is no denying that.

Or else hi-float is just another patent number. Just another obscure product that most people will never hear of. It makes balloons float longer, but nobody's life is actually better as a result.

Does hi-float matter? Does this improve anyone's life in a way that matters? As one of my professors always asks us retorically, "Is this a difference that makes a difference?"

Let's blow this way out of proportion for a moment. Let's suppose I continue my current course of study until it turns into a career. Dr. Uchino, one of my thesis advisors said that I will probably not have my thesis published in a peer-reviewed journal, and that even if I do, it won't be as glorious as I might think. He noted that despite his publications, he is not famous and will probably not turn out to be influential, wealthy, or mentioned in textbooks years from now.

But we're all adding to this growing body of knowledge, he says, and it is a prerequisite of being a scientist that one believe that more knowledge is better than less knowledge, that the net effect of science is for the benefit of humans, and essentially makes a difference that makes a difference.

Now let's really overgeneralize and carry this metaphor way past its sensical boundaries (this is fun, isn't it?). Belief in God, belief in other people, belief in ourselves. Really there is no logical reason to believe in any of these. I see mountains of evidence against God. Other people have let each of us down more times than we can count. I, for one, fail at something at least once a day. But we still get out of bed. We still depend on other people, and I keep going to church. I am not saying if you don't believe in God then you are giving up on all of humanity and the whole universe. All I'm saying is that you're still around because you believe in something. Science is good. Hi-float is wothwhile. God is a real person. Doorknobs are not equally distributed throughout the universe. Whatever it is that's keeping you going, let me just say, good for you.