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Alex the Gray Parrot dies

He is an ex-parrot. Sorry, couldn’t resist. I have a hard time feeling sad about this one because I have a disproportionately large sense of antipathy toward animal language projects. They attract outrageous claims that get reported uncritically by the media, and I don’t think the evidence is all there.

African Grays are clever little blighters, and Alex was the most famous. His trainer Dr Pepperdine stopped short of claiming that Alex was using human language, describing the exchanges as ‘complex two-way communication’. Evidently he was able to parrot 150 words in ways that humans found significant.

As I understand it, the work suffered from the same problems as work with apes and so forth. The animal repeats signs, and perhaps even communicates using them, but is that language use in a human sense? Not according to lingusits, who argue that language use requires an understanding of the system of language and the components that make it up. They (and I) would say that there’s nothing in the signings that would indicate that this is happening, and nothing that couldn’t be explained by the anthropomorphic fallacy and the Clever Hans effect.

So, no, I won’t be moping about tonight. But if you’re mourning the sad fate of Alex, consider the bright side. N’kisi is still alive, andhe’s psychic! Cop that, Alex!

Next question: what is the number after 14?

I am gobsmacked.

I’m watching ‘1 vs 100’ on Channel 9, and they asked the question: What is the average of these numbers: 5, 15, 10?

The guy got it right, but twenty people in the mob missed it. Twenty people. About one in five. I couldn’t believe it. Such a basic skill and such an easy question.

The next question: In palm reading, which line is meant to indicate longevity?

This time, only 4 people missed it. Everybody knew about stupid palmistry, but at math they sucked.

Science is in serious trouble. People who have televisions and cars should know how to do these things, but they don’t. And people are just going to have all the dough sucked out of their wallets until they’re able to increase their mental skills past the level of ferns. I’m sorry, but I am blown away.

Penrose Triangle

This is a drawing of a Penrose Triangle.

It’s an impossible shape — its topology is such that it can’t exist in the real world.

Except in Perth, where there is a real live Penrose Triangle. Here’s how it looks on Google Maps.

Many people drive past it every day, and no doubt they think, “What an ugly sculpture.”

But if you see it from the correct location, the legs seem to converge, forming the impossible triangle. Here’s a picture I took over the weekend.

Neat, eh.

The Wikipedia page has more information for the curious, including pictures of the shape from other angles.

Random Five is a rare one.

L-Y by Tom Lehrer
Album: Revisited [Live]
Which would you choose: reclusive-but-brilliant ex-math-professor, piano savant, and keen political satirist Tom Lehrer? Or the Electric Company, that 70s kids’ show that saw Morgan Freeman as Easy Reader and Rita Moreno as the first Latina to ever capture my nascent erotic interest?

Ahem.

Well, fortunately, you don’t have to choose; they’re both here in this song. A bright vaudeville number designed to teach kids to recognise adverbs. How would you listen to this song? Enthusiastically. Enthusiastically. Enthusiastic… L-Y.

Antistar by Massive Attack
Album: 100th Window
Mezzanine was a cold album. If this album was any warmer, it was because of the female vocalists like SInead O’Connor. This also upped the annoyingness factor, but never mind. This is the final track, a jangly edgy number that ends with ten minutes of trancy pulses. It’s not very fun, but it’s not meant to be. Suffer well.

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo by The Bloodhound Gang
Album: Triple J Hottest 100, Volume 13
This track is my reward for listening to all of the last track. Three minutes of inventive sexual euphemisms. If you ever had to sit down and make up female anatomical synonyms, would ‘ham wallet’ ever occur to you? What about the male ‘pork steeple’? Yet here they are and more. Rarely does a song fulfill the promise of its concept so thoroughly. Well done, lads.

It’s a Boy by Wire
Album: A Bell Is a Cup Until It Is Struck
I listened to this album pretty heavily during a bad breakup, so for me it became associated with an unhappy time when food had no taste and life no meaning. It didn’t help that it’s such an austere and surreal album. I’ve come around to it now. My advice, only listen to music you hate during sad times. You’ve been meaning to cultivate a distaste for Arcade Fire for a while now. Save it for when you have chemotherapy.

Stranded by Nick Duffy
Album: Hotel Angst
I really like Nick Duffy, multi-instrumental folk musician. Or I think they’re calling it ‘roots’ now. Myself, I can’t decide whether to call this music ‘bucolic’ or ‘pastoral’. Either way, it’s good, but I think if I could somehow remove the female vocal, I’d do it. His albums are available on iTunes and Wippit, by the way. Go to the Duffypedia and have a listen.

Dawkins v God

I’ve just returned from a discussion held by the UWA Christian Union on ‘Dawkins v God’. It was enjoyable, and I thought the speaker’s characterisation of Dawkins was pretty fair. The usual old canards came out though. Dawkins is a fundamentalist. Hitler and Stalin were atheists, so atheism kills people. Science and religion don’t necessarily conflict (but then why the hell do they always reach opposite conclusions?). And as a bonus, Dawkins was wrong because the speaker didn’t like his vision of morality. Pretty thin stuff.

There was one special area where the speaker had some real trouble: Is god empirical or not? During the presentation, the speaker made two contradictory claims:

  • God can’t be examined empirically because… well… he doesn’t want to be, for some reason. Sort of like UFOs, he only comes out when no one’s around.
  • Despite the inability to examine god empirically, the empirical evidence for god’s existence is very strong.

So which is it? In fact, this argument lets the believer have it both ways; you can grab onto evidence that looks promising, but you’re covered when there’s none.

The empirical evidence for god is not strong. Prayer studies come up consistently empty, evolution is a better explanation than creation, and anecdotes about finding keys just aren’t empirical data. The speaker was leaning pretty heavily on the ‘historicity of the New Testament’, but even if the writers did write it just as it appears (which is what Mark Twain would have called a ‘stretcher’), it just means they wrote it, and not that it’s true.

My question, which never really got answered, was this: If you can’t use empiricism or science to study god, what are you going to use? How are you going to make sure that your evidence for god isn’t just whatever you want to see?

Is atheism falsifiable?

I was invited to a semi-formal dinner by a charming and gracious coterie of students the other evening. Speeches were made, dessert was had, and the wine and the orange juice were mingled in equal measure. It’s always a pleasure to have a few hours of conversation with intelligent people. My only concerns were keeping my forks straight, and not seeming to be the crusty atheist professor of university lore. I’m not all that crusty really, so I did okay.

But one student, knowing my views, asked, “Is atheism falsifible?”

I’d been talking about falsifiability in class, you see. In order for a theory to be scientifically valid, there needs to be a way to prove it’s wrong. In class I’d used the example of last-Thursdayism: the belief that the entire universe was created last Thursday, complete with buildings, people, and everything, mostly just as it is now. And if you tell a last-Thursdayist “I think I can remember stuff that happened before last Thursday,” they’ll say, “Those are false memories that were created in your mind at the same time as everything else.” There’s no evidence you can present that would disprove their theory. And theists often say “You can’t prove God exists, but you can’t disprove it either,” as though this was a strength. In fact, this non-falsifiability is reason enough to throw it out. If a theory isn’t falsifiable, it isn’t helpful.

So, is atheism falsifiable? My first response was “Atheism makes no claims, it merely asserts that the claims of theists are baseless.” Which is a kind of claim, so I wasn’t entirely happy about that answer.

When I thought about it for a few more seconds, I realised that there are many things that would conceivably falsify atheism:

  • God, angels, or supernatural beings could appear and allow themselves to be examined.
  • There could be a study that shows that some goddy practice leads to some effect, in such a way that only supernatural forces could be at work. Many such studies have been tried (for example, the healing power of prayer), but so far nothing has worked reproducibly.
  • Evidence of something having been created.
  • Any kind of reproducible phenomenon that could only be explained by resorting to some kind of supernatural force.

So far, such evidence has not been forthcoming, and I’m not holding my breath. That’s why I provisionally accept the atheist point of view. If such evidence comes to light, I’ll examine it, and change my view.

However, if this evidence were to appear, it wouldn’t necessarily drive me back to church. I’d still have the question of which religion to use. There are millions, and believers have no consensus about which one is correct because there’s no data to appeal to. Just another problem for a non-empirical theory.

USA: 90 guns for every 100 people

Since this story has come out, it seems like a good time to revisit the issue of guns and safety.

GENEVA (Reuters) – The United States has 90 guns for every 100 citizens, making it the most heavily armed society in the world, a report released on Tuesday said.

U.S. citizens own 270 million of the world’s 875 million known firearms, according to the Small Arms Survey 2007 by the Geneva-based Graduate Institute of International Studies.

I hate guns, but that’s a personal preference. I’d change my mind about having them if it were clear that they made a community or a nation safer.

Alas, it doesn’t seem to be so. It turns out that the USA ranks eighth worldwide in handgun deaths per capita, and twelfth in rifles, shotguns, and other large firearms. And there’s this heartbreaking statistic that places the U.S. second in the world in handgun-related suicide.

I know this is an old horse, the Left has abandoned this issue, and that most Americans classify a certain percentage of deaths as ‘acceptable’. But every once in a while I get little reminders of how glad I am to be in Australia, where gun availability is low, and if someone gets stabbed in Melbourne, we hear about it in Perth.

The gun suicides here are still a bit high though, apparently.

The doubts of Mother Teresa

Book Of Iconic Nun’s Letters Shows She Was Tormented By Her Doubts In Her Faith

In a new book that compiles letters she wrote to friends, superiors and confessors, her doubts are obvious.

Shortly after beginning work in Calcutta’s slums, the spirit left Mother Teresa.

“Where is my faith?” she wrote. “Even deep down… there is nothing but emptiness and darkness… If there be God — please forgive me.”

Eight years later, she was still looking to reclaim her lost faith.

“Such deep longing for God… Repulsed, empty, no faith, no love, no zeal,” she said.

As her fame increased, her faith refused to return. Her smile, she said, was a mask.

“What do I labor for?” she asked in one letter. “If there be no God, there can be no soul. If there be no soul then, Jesus, You also are not true.”

I really feel for Mother Teresa when I read these writings. I no longer expect certainty, but I come from a religion where they constantly tell each other how certain they are that the doctrines are true. And this kind of certainty is difficult to maintain in the absence of good evidence. The wolves of doubt are always at the believer’s door, and it seems to me that they tend to measure their faith by how well they circumnavigate doubt, or (in more sophisticated thinkers) how well they’re able to modulate and accept the doubts they entertain.

This is something that religious believers (with a brain) will be grappling with for the whole of their lives. The sad thing about this conflict is how unnecessary it is. All it takes to resolve it is to drop one faulty premise — gods’ existence. Once that’s done, everything makes sense and understanding becomes possible. The Dostoyevskian problem of evil evaporates. The need to reconcile spiritual ideas with conflicting physical evidence vanishes. The struggle to keep up unbelievable ideas in the absence of solid evidence disappears. The exhausting need to sustain faith is over, and it becomes possible — at last! — to think rationally.

Of course, MT was heavily invested in her religion, and it would have been very difficult for her to drop it all. But she (and anyone else) could have done so. And then what? Well, she wouldn’t have been a candidate for sainthood, that’s for sure. But the acts of service she did (pace Hitchens) could still have been performed by an atheist humanist ex-nun. Or by you or I.

I expect this article to be of interest to some believers. Perhaps many will say, “Well, if someone like Mother Teresa had doubts about God’s existence, maybe it’s nothing to worry about when I have doubts myself.” But perhaps they should be asking this: Why do we knock ourselves out trying to keep believing in this pre-conceived notion of god’s existence when the evidence doesn’t support it, and when other good explanations are so easy to come by?

UPDATE: Was I right? Now the Pope has weighed in.

“All believers know about the silence of God,” he said in unprepared remarks. “Even Mother Teresa, with all her charity and force of faith, suffered from the silence of God,” he said.

He said believers sometimes had to withstand the silence of God in order to understand the situation of people who do not believe.

I suppose he’d take that reading instead of the reading I gave it: People who claim to believe in god are secretly faking.

I’m sorry, that’s rude. But no ruder than the many Christians who have told me “Everyone secretly believes, even if they don’t think they do.” I’d say the reverse is more accurate: no one really believes, even if they think they do.

Mother Teresa was a believer, so just about any evidence would have done. But it says something that with all her desire to believe, she couldn’t find enough of the kind of evidence that even she would find satisfactory. It’s to her credit that she recognised the silence, and to her shame that she wanted the letters destroyed.

The silence of god? How long does it take to realise that there’s nobody on the other end of that phone?

Friday Random Five was happy for a day in 1975.

Kidney Bingos by Wire
Album: A Bell Is a Cup Until It Is Struck
Absolutely my favourite Wire song, though I haven’t heard anything from Pink Flag yet. It’s just a great pop song, even if the words don’t make any sense. To wit: “Money spines, paper lung/Kidney bingos, organ fun” Is it about organ donation, or is it just free association? Who cares — the guitars are bright and spangly, and the outro is the stuff of legend.

Watch it now, with eyes closed if you’re a sensitive vegetarian.

Smile on You by Yello
Album: You Gotta Say Yes to Another Excess
This album is full of Latin-tinged jungle beats, and has the classic hit “I Love You”. Way way ahead of its time. Perfect listening for late at night.

I have a very clear memory of my high school friend Chad Smith lip-synching a lyric from this song: “Snoopy Splendour, Random Toxy think I don’t know where to go./My reaction if I see them is just ‘o ho ho’.”

Where are you, Chad?

The State I Am In by Belle and Sebastian
Album: Tigermilk
Before they ransacked the soul catalogue, Belle and Sebastian were writing engaging songs with lyrics as clever as an entire album from the Smiths. How to select just one brilliant example from this early tune? Can’t be done, so here are two:

“My brother had confessed he was gay / It took the heat off me for a while. / He stood up with a sailor friend / And made it known upon my sister’s wedding day”

“And so I gave myself to God. / There was a pregnant pause before he said ‘Okay’.”

Can’t Find My Way Home by Electronic
Album: Twisted Tenderness
Electronic had all the ingredients to become my favourite band, but never quite was. My main problem was that there was too much Bernard and not enough Johnny. Seems the equation didn’t change for this album. This song has a good sound, but we already have a New Order, and they’re good at that. What we need is a new Smiths. Certainly not this soul groove. Take this electronic heart and give it twelve strings.

Tears from the Compound Eye by Boards of Canada
Album: The Campfire Headphase
Love the Boards, and this album has some really beautiful moments. Sad to say, I don’t find myself returning to it. I’d hoped it would be a grower, but it was alas not to be. Take this track, for example. It has all the elements I love about BoC, but here the tempo is soporific. Is it a IDM/Chill hybrid?

Perhaps I’m a victim of inflated expectations. I got a hold of the Boards just after Geogaddi, bought everything they’d ever done, and listened to it all at once. If the last album hadn’t been as good as the first, I wouldn’t have known it because to me it was all just music from a great new band I’d discovered. Then with The Campfire Headphase, I could sit back and compare it to the other albums because it was new. I was surprised to find that fans had said the same thing about Geogaddi that I was saying about TCH. ‘I like your old stuff better than your new stuff’ is a cliché, and maybe it’s more me than the album.

Deconversion stories: The void and the ramen

“If a man die, shall he live again?”

Words from Job. I mused them aloud at my father’s graveside one morning. Immediately my sister said, “Yes.” Let’s just say I was less certain. Faith was coming apart for lack of evidence, and I didn’t like it.

I always liked the Book of Job. The first part of the Old Testament makes some great promises: even if you get thrown in fiery furnaces or… um… get your hair cut off, you’ll be fine as long as you believe in god. And then when good people did believe in god and they burned up in the furnace anyway (along with their hair), then people had to write the Book of Job. You can almost hear the writers saying ‘Gee, it’s weird… believing in god doesn’t always stop bad things happening to you. It’s like the correlation between input and outcome seems almost… random.”

No shit.

The tacked-on ending was the most disappointing part. The book that tells us that good people don’t always get the goodies, ends up with Job… getting the goodies. Hope his family didn’t mind being replaced.

Dad’s death triggered a rather predictable resurgence of faith in me. I even gave a great faith-promoting eulogy. But the spiritual rush didn’t last long without evidence — I had come too far by this time — and so I found myself that morning at my father’s final resting place, coming down off of it.

Later one day, I pondered what it would be like to be dead. Not just a disembodied spirit, still aware of things and observing, but dead. Not existing. And not experiencing not existing because there’s no one there to experience it. Just not. Extinct. Mentally I recoiled from imagining it; religion was what I used to protect myself from this sensation. But I decided to press on and try to imagine non-existence. I imagined blackness, but blackness was an experience. I pushed beyond the blackness and finally… for just a few quiet seconds… imagined the void.

It was terrifying. Nothingness was waiting, everything would go on without me, and there was nothing I could do about it.

The experience didn’t prove anything, obviously. But just being able to imagine non-existence snapped me out of fairyland. Spiritual questions took on a new urgency. I no longer wanted to be fooled by comforting stories; the stories needed to be true if I was going to believe them. And if they weren’t true, I wanted to know it. What about Dad? He remained in the Church all his life, and never had any doubts, said he was absolutely certain. Had he wasted his life in something that wasn’t true? Of course he hadn’t ‘wasted his life’; he took good care of his family, and he was happy in his religion. But maybe knowing what’s true was more important than being happy.

Believers sometimes say, “You atheists must think life is pointless. If you die and that’s the end, what’s the point of it all?” But, post-void, I found myself valuing life a lot more because it was finite, and therefore precious. Except now I had to make life meaningful by myself. Life was cheap as a believer; it would go on forever, and in a much better place, so there was no need to make each day count here. And remember that dreary hymn that referred to this life as a “vail of tears”? Religion taught me that this life was a bad place, or at best inconsequential, just practice, getting ready to live in the better world to come. If you could just get through it ‘unspotted by the world’, that is. This kind of thinking makes people devalue life. People got killed in a war? That’s sad, but they’re still alive really. So no need to do anything about it. You’re not happy in your marriage? Maybe you just need to sacrifice your earthly happiness and grind through it, knowing you’ll be rewarded in the Celestial Kingdom after you die. And so on. Horrible, repellent thoughts to me now, but as a believer it made sense. What a waste. As an atheist, my life has meaning now. The only people I hear who say life on earth isn’t really all that meaningful are Christians.

And so I finally did something that, as a Christian, I could never do: I came to grips with the finality of death and the probable reality of non-existance. One day my brain, that organ of perception, will die, and my perception will stop. I will pass out of living memory. I don’t like that very much. But it’s okay. I’ve had more life than most people in history ever got. And I’m alive today.

The realisation hasn’t changed me much really, yet it has. Once I made an ordinary bowl of ramen. As I opened the little packets of flavour that they include to make you feel like you’re doing something, I thought on how one day I wouldn’t be able to have the experience of tasting ramen. I thought of generations of people who had died and were probably experiencing nothing at all. And then I experienced the flavour of the ramen, and then the sensation of feeling satisfied. All those deceased people couldn’t feel that. My father couldn’t. But I could because I was still alive. I tasted that ramen like I’d never taste anything ever again.

A bowl of ramen. Twenty cents. With the right understanding, even a simple thing can become transcendant.

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