Pride: An Investigation

Let’s investigate the word “pride” (brief seance to conjure Wittgenstein’s ghost) and how it works in our language. Starting at the level of moral judgment (considered low), the word “stinks” in the sense of giving off a negative vibe. 

“Pride goeth before the fall” as the saying goes. Pride is close to (adjacent to) “vanity”, one of the original seven sins (mnemonic).

However “pride” is also adjacent to “esteem” which is in turn close to “self respect”. To be proud of oneself may be a sign of mental health according to many codifications. Certainly self pride in the sense of self respect has got to be better than self loathing. 

Then come the parades: like gay pride, like black pride, like whatever pride. Wholesome pride in one’s group, be that family, town or country, is “a thing” (as we say, in this day and age).

In other words, we’re not saddled with either a negative or positive spin, when in comes to how pride plays out, in the sea (some say swamp) of “morality”.

At a higher level, the religious teaching is about “giving glory to god (or God)” which entails giving credit to a higher power for one’s sense of selfhood, of whatever dimensions. Selfhood rests in a more comprehensive Self in this model, and the conscience self in the moment, the now-moment I, is largely unaware of its larger context, almost by definition.

Ultimately, in “giving glory to God” one is admitting it’s really the other way around: whatever we feel prideful of, is owing to that greater Self of which we’re largely unaware, and blissfully so. We go with the flow. That’s Taoist in essence.

The action toward regaining, restoring or rehabilitating a lost preferred state is likewise a heading away from a state of lost pride, deteriorated performance. Over a long arc of someone’s career, this may be called a comeback. However comebacks may be from one moment to the next, in some balancing act.

Equilibrium marks to state of no pausing, through which we overshoot time and again.

Pride in one’s work, in one’s craft, in one’s performance, is nothing to sneeze at or cut down out of reflex, when it arises in oneself, or in another. Opening windows to what’s glorious to behold is innately beneficial. Why mock what would be easier to simply respect?  Insincere mockery is merely a callow form of cynicism.

Synergetic Arcana

In the backroom faculty lounge area, where Synergetics folks hang out, Syn-U folks for example, we're yakking about our lesson plans, curriculum segments, syllabus readings. I've been hammering out new ways to connect to BASKET from Quadrays, such as via this term "vane". The "vane" comes from windmill terminology; wind-driven surfaces, like propellor blades.

In this namespace, a vane is an isosceles triangle; six of them appear in our home base tetrahedron (HBT), our D-edged unit volume. Each is comprised by two caltrop spokes of length sqrt(6)/4 and an opposite edge of D. The Synergetics A module has a half-vane face, a right triangle. We have our segue.

As we start seeing more implementations of Quadrays, in alignment with our QuadCraft Project, how they're calibrated vs-a-vs XYZ becomes a topic, as do volume computations. My computer language encoded framework is one possible solution, already field-tested. 

I'm continuing to propagate it, by just using it.

just use it

Another isosceles triangle we want to promote, in the sense of analyze, is somewhat similarly shaped in having a wide angle, 108 degrees versus ~109.47 degrees. The two sides may be set to unit this time, or use the letter D, to remind of both IVM ball diameter, and of cube face diagonal (our volume 3). The opposite edge length is now phi.

The Hidden Room (movie review)

This was 2 of 2 of the two “The” movies I picked out at MMU: The Glass Key and The Hidden Room.

Jealousy and triangles are the stuff of novels and real life melodrama more generally, so I’m hardly making a deep point if I point out the relevance of triangles to Noirs as a genre. It’s just noirs are adjacent to murder mysteries, or more colloquially “who done its” although who committed the murder is not always the point.

As omniscient viewer-voyeurs, the Hollywood norm, we knew all along that the Brit guy was holding the American guy in a hidden room because the latter had been cavorting with his flirtatious wife, who liked to flirt with guys and who thinks her hubby is a jerk. 

The jerk (he is a jerk) decides to seek revenge and devises this plot to off the next dandy boyfriend type to come along, and he happens to be this unlucky American dude, with a wrong-side-of-the-tracks (other side of Atlantic) accent and everything (crude manners).

I like how the movie starts out with the older gentleman set, boomers by today’s standards, although that’s all wrong, sitting around smoking and drinking and carrying on about relative values of currencies, the way older male grownups tends to yak when running in packs (clubs) like this. 

Humans often like to segregate by gender; males like their pyramid hierarchies (called soldiering). These were the old United Kingdom imperialists watching their empire go on in but fragments, in breakup mode.

One could argue the beginning of the end was the American Revolution itself, but this isn’t a history movie, it’s a detective movie, a noir.

The other main hero, aside from the captured American (which American puts up a good front even though his would-be murderer is hellbent) is the Scotland Yard detective, the quintessential “mind like a steel trap” dude, the Columbo of this story, a British Peter Falk. 

Our culprit boomer feels hounded from their first meeting, which of course clues our detective to the man’s guilt: his sense of smell (the odor of fear) leads him by the nose to the hidden holding chamber, just in time to frustrate the murderer’s objective.  

Another monkey wrench: his Breaking Bad style bathtub had been drained of its body-dissolving acids, meticulously transported from another secret room back at headquarters — a dog trick, literally. This story is clever in that way, by getting a cute dog into the action.

So the jerk culprit boomer doesn’t even get the satisfaction of killing his victim and yet he’s caught with murderous intent, and, plot twist, even though we think that means the American gets the girl (the flirtatious wife), all he really wants is her dog (and vice versa), whom he’s bonded with in captivity, and she’s gracious enough to let that happen. 

Another triangle is solved.

Two Frame Animation

2-frame GIF: IVM ball coming and going

Spyder IDE; Python source for GIF

Believing in Universe (School of Tomorrow)

LOL 1900s

For Pythonistas

 

BACKGROUND READING ON SYNERGEO

Drifting Apart

The Roaring 20s

Like many in my senior cohort, kicked back in a McMansion maybe, in Beverly Hills, what I like to do with my time is check out the long arc of history as seen through the filmmaker's lense. That includes, but is not limited to, the Hollywood movie makers. They didn't used to have so much competition as they have today. 

Likewise I believe my Lazy-boy chair peers are glad for the Criterion Collection, which in the rabbinical tradition glosses the films with lots of behind the scenes peeks, along with scholarly commentary, to provide more context. Context matters.

I grabbed The Roaring 20s off the Noir shelf at MMU, along with I. The Jury which I needed to swap for a regular DVD version as I don't have a 4K player yet. The film was well timed given I've been thinking retrospectively about my Uncle Bill Lightfoot, who was born the year The Great Gatsby was published. Bill lived through a pretty long arc.

The theme of the evolving roles for good guys and bad guys, star heroes and villains, with supporting characters, is especially pronounced when the film is self consciously doing a "great sweep of history" angle. 

They were all good guys in WW1, sharing the same foxhole. But in returning to civilian life, they'd gravitate to different scenarios based on luck and character. Bogart plays an especially villainous dude. Cagney is the more likable, but too full of himself to realize how clueless he is with respect to women.

I learned a lot listening to the followup analysis, including from the director himself from the 1970s. I'll be weaving what I've learned into my own internalized tapestry of world history; something we should all be working on. If you need an excuse to pay people (so they don't starve or turn to criminal activities), pay them to improve their internalized world models. 

Don't let them turn out like those RAND Corporation or Brookings people: pathetic when it comes to understanding how the world moves on (the original title for this film).

Consciousness Studies

When doing philosophy in the Wittgensteinian vein, we like to take inventory, of the many ways in which a given word, the one under study, gets used in actual practice. 

We cultivate our ability to conjure up all the ways in which we use “consciousness” for example, or just “conscious” versus “not conscious” versus “unconscious” and so on.

The EMT (emergency responder) wants to know of  X is conscious, meaning aware of X’s surroundings, responsive to stimuli. 

But then you’ll get a guru stepping in to talk about “levels” of consciousness, with “higher” and “lower” as possibilities.  People talk about “raising consciousness” which would seem to have not much to do with the EMT’s meaning.

Sometimes “conscious” means “sentient” i.e. we think sensations must be happening. But other times we might say “this sentient being has no consciousness” meaning in some sense “no sense of self”. 

But what does it mean to sense a self? We have to keep taking inventory, multiplying the number of special case examples. 

To sense a self has to mean knowing a difference between sense of self and sense of other. This is what Wittgenstein would call a grammatical remark vs some deep truth or empirical finding. It’s “deep” in the same way “grammar” is deep, he’d famously put it.

Clearly, when we stop to really think about it, the number of language games in which “consciousness” figures is quite large, and then comes the game of explaining the “essence” of consciousness. 

Per Wittgenstein, that’s just another game, typically philosophical in nature, with the connotation (in his writing) of empty wheel spinning. 

Who says there needs to be some “essence” to which all these usage patterns must distill at the end of the day? Bad philosophers? Weak thinkers?

We might want to shift away from “consciousness” in some contexts, giving preference to the word “awareness” and emphasizing its “of otherness” focus, as in defining otherness we likewise define not-otherness, meaning self. 

Awareness is a of a self-otherness dichotomy. 

Do we need “self awareness” on top of simply “awareness”? Judging from common English, we need that nuance, yes.

So is awareness the same thing as consciousness then? 

If your mental model is there’s this Thing, call it C for Consciousness (what it is, in itself) and Awareness and Consciousness are both labels for that Thing, then yes, “same thing” is apropos. 

However, those following in Wittgenstein’s footsteps have learned to question the questionable dogma that there’s this Thing, this spooky essence. 

We have the operational utility of these words, and get our work done with them. 

Who says these terms are actually “labels of” or “pointers to” some Object (i.e. the “true meaning” per this particular superstition)? Weak thinkers? Dogmatists? 

What does a pawn on the chessboard point to, as its meaning? Not the right question, right? Pawns don’t “point”. So now consider “consciousness” to be your pawn, your tool, your artifact. Use it however. And good luck making it point to some Thing. We all suffer from fevered dreams from time to time.