Daily Aphorism #6: We Think and Vote Like We Drive and Eat.

Most people claim that they are careful thinkers and conscientious voters, but I seriously doubt that claim. I've seen what happens on social media. It's a nonstop carnival of careless, invalid and fallacious reasoning. Further, we have a big problem here, in that people who don't know are unwilling to say "I don't know." But I have another reason for suggesting that we are sloppy thinkers: We sloppy even when we engage in highly risky activities.

Why would anyone take any more care in thinking or voting than they take when they engage in activities like eating or driving? After all, if you aren't careful with eating and driving, you could die.

We are lousy eaters for at least two reasons. First, we put all kinds of crap into our mouths. Many of us eat lots of food that is demonstrably unhealthy. Second, we put far too much of it into our mouths. 74% of American adults are overweight or obese. That's most of us. More than 42% of Americans are obese. Here are the definitions for "overweight" and "obese."

I won't point to any stats regarding driving. Anyone who drives has seen the insanity, the recklessness, the inattention. On second thought, I'll give two statistics:  any given moment 3% of us on the highway are texting and distracted driving (much of it texting) kills more than 3,000 each year. That is more than 10 people killed every day. That's as many people killed each year as died in the World Trade Center bombing.

I've discussed this matter in a prior post.  My very sad point is this: If a person is going put their life at risk with terrible eating habits and driving habits, why would we expect them to be more careful with how they inform themselves or attempt to persuade others?

I very much wish that none of what I have written above is true.

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Daily Aphorism #5: Fickleness and Death

It's like a on/off switch. When I'm feeling good and no one around me is notably ill, I feel like Superman, even though I am 65. All it takes to make me feel my age (or even older) is a tiny bit of morality salience. How tiny? A mild back ache often does the trick. Or noticing my gray hair. Or needing to stretch out after sitting over the computer for a couple hours. Or forgetting someone's name. That is major terror. Why "terror"? Because Terror Management Theory predicts that even subtle morality salience can send us into spirals. TMT is a power and innovative theory that explains so very many things that we encounter every day. Mainly it explains how human animals can carry one with their ordinary (and oftentimes trite) daily tasks as if everyone on the planet won't be dead in 125 years.

Truly, this is heavy stuff to consider. If you haven't before heard of Terror Management Theory, I've written more than a few articles on the topic, and you can find all of them at this link.

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Daily Aphorism #4: Homage to a Three-Pound Organ

The more I learn about the brain, the more I am amazed and confounded. It doesn't seem possible that brains should work nearly as well as they do. Let me rephrase . . . it doesn't seem possible that brains should work at all. For starters, what's with consciousness? Yes, we are exquisite survival machines, but that doesn't necessarily mean that we should expect to have a front seat to the show, the sounds and lights and smells and touches associated with surviving. But we are plopped into front row seats and it's glorious and terrifying to be a conscious witness to our day-to-day adventures. This makes no sense to me. It seems that we could be exquisite survival machine yet not be conscious of anything. What is the value-added of being conscious witnesses? I'm not a believer in "free will," so I'm not convinced that it is necessary to have a conscious commander of my body. On the other hand, I can't believe that natural selection threw in would would seem to be an expensive add-on like consciousness just for the entertainment value.

All of the above is a mere warm-up to another miracle performed by brains. Today I was looking for a tiny bluetooth speaker, but could not find it. I decided to walk down to work in my basement on an entirely unrelated project, but my mind returned to the search for the bluetooth speaker. While standing in my basement, my three-pound brain retraced my steps over the past week, ruling out certain locations any playing little "videos" convincing me that the speaker was not somewhere other than my house. Then while my eyes were wide open, my mind generated imagery of me placing that little speaker next to a guitar case in my bedroom (two floors up). This imagery was vivid and convincing. I was now certain of where the speaker was, even though I wasn't yet looking at the speaker. I walked upstairs and found it exactly where my brain said it would be. My three-pound brain created an accurate model of my house and replayed my activities over the past week. It did this quickly and effortlessly, generating "videos" and a rationale for why I put the speaker where I did. Billions and billions of microscopic neurons doing something that seems impossible, even after I saw that it could actually happen. My brain did it without any programming by any sentient being. I has no central processing unit and no traditional software. As best we know, this set of miracles occurs as the result of this Hebbian insight: Nerves that fire together wire together.

My difficulties understand the magnificence of the brain reminds me of the story of the engineers who, studying the anatomy and physiology of a bumblebee, concluded that it would be impossible for such a creature to fly.

And now that same brain that found my lost object harnesses the intricacies of the English language, allowing me to share this story about how two ways in which ordinary brains are beyond-belief extraordinary. The only reason we aren't repeatedly stunned and disoriented by the amazing things are brains can do is because we have gotten used to such miracles, day after day after day.

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The Camera as a Weapon

I am guilty of taking more than my fair share of photos. I am guilty of training hard and working hard to try to achieve maximum impact with the photos I take, whether they be portraits or landscapes. Here are some examples of my portraits (you might notice my self-portrait among them):

Here are two of my landscapes from recent years (Rocky Mountain National Park and the Blue Mosque (taken from Hagia Sofia, in Istanbul, Turkey):

As I already mentioned, I'm driven to create photos that have maximum impact, whether it be portraits, landscapes or (beginning this year) my abstract digitized acrylic paintings that I about to begin marketing under the name of Digicrylics. I have been working hard to become the photographer I am, until I was stopped in my tracks--for a few minutes--by Maria Popova's article, "Aesthetic Consumerism and the Violence of Photography: What Susan Sontag Teaches Us about Visual Culture and the Social Web."  Here is an excerpt from Popova's article, which comments extensively on Susan Sontag's 1977 book, On Photography:

The aggression Sontag sees in this purposeful manipulation of reality through the idealized photographic image applies even more poignantly to the aggressive self-framing we practice as we portray ourselves pictorially on Facebook, Instagram, and the like:

Images which idealize (like most fashion and animal photography) are no less aggressive than work which makes a virtue of plainness (like class pictures, still lifes of the bleaker sort, and mug shots). There is an aggression implicit in every use of the camera.

Online, thirty-some years after Sontag’s observation, this aggression precipitates a kind of social media violence of self-assertion — a forcible framing of our identity for presentation, for idealization, for currency in an economy of envy.

Even in the 1970s, Sontag was able to see where visual culture was headed, noting that photography had already become “almost as widely practiced an amusement as sex and dancing” and had taken on the qualities of a mass art form, meaning most who practice it don’t practice it as an art. Rather, Sontag presages, the photograph became a utility in our cultural power-dynamics:

It is mainly a social rite, a defense against anxiety, and a tool of power.

She goes even further in asserting photography’s inherent violence:

Like a car, a camera is sold as a predatory weapon — one that’s as automated as possible, ready to spring. Popular taste expects an easy, an invisible technology. Manufacturers reassure their customers that taking pictures demands no skill or expert knowledge, that the machine is all-knowing, and responds to the slightest pressure of the will. It’s as simple as turning the ignition key or pulling the trigger. Like guns and cars, cameras are fantasy-machines whose use is addictive.

Popova's article challenges me. What is my purpose when work hard to take high impact photos? I'd like to think that I am merely creating works of art, but is it that simple? I know deep down that I'm doing some expensive signaling, working for a "wow" out of people who view my photos.  Can I any longer claim that my obsession with photography is innocent?

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How to Avoid Getting in our own Way

I'm a longtime fan of Eric Barker's blog, "Barking up the Wrong Tree." He opens a recent blog post with this incredible story:

George was late again.

It was 1939 and math PhD student George Dantzig arrived to find he had already missed much of the lecture. The two homework problems were already up on the chalkboard. He scribbled them down.

But this day only got worse. When he got to work on the problems that night, he realized they were hard. Really hard. George was a super smart guy but these problems were insanely difficult. They took him days to complete. So now he was going to be late again, this time turning in his homework. Yeesh.

He delivered them to his professor, Jerzy Neyman, apologizing profusely. Neyman’s eyes went wide. George worried he was going to be in a lot of trouble. But that’s not why Neyman was reacting so strangely…

The two problems on the board hadn’t been homework at all — they were two issues in statistical theory that had been deemed “unsolvable” by the best mathematicians in the world. Far from being angry, Neyman was blown away.

Yeah, George was a genius. And, no, the lesson here is not “show up late.”

Point is, if George had known what he was up against, he never would have even tried. His amazing potential might never have been recognized.

Barker springs off this anecdote to offer five tips for getting more done. The title of his article: "How To Stop Being Lazy And Get More Done – 5 Expert Tips."

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