"The age of certainty"? Let's talk….

Save the date:

We are excited to announce that on Wednesday, April 12th Harvard Book Store and Seed Magazine will cosponsor a discussion on Science in the Age of Certainty with John Brockman, Daniel C. Dennett, Daniel Gilbert, Marc D. Hauser, Elizabeth Spelke and Seth Lloyd. This event coincides with the publication of the new book What We Believe But Cannot Prove: Today’s Leading Thinkers on Science in the Age of Certainty, edited by Mr. Brockman.
Eminent cultural impresario, editor, and publisher of Edge (www.edge.org), John Brockman asked a group of leading scientists and thinkers to answer the question: What do you believe to be true even though you cannot prove it? This book brings together the very best answers from the most distinguished contributors.

It’s taking place on Wednesday, April 12th, at 6:30 PM, in the Askwith Lecture Hall at Longfellow Hall, in Cambridge, MA.
UPDATE: And speaking of Brockman, read his piece about “The Selfish Gene at 30” with a splendid rant about the dire consequences of ignorance about science.

David Hockney portraits

Just returned from the Members’ Opening of the David Hockney Portraits exhibition at the Boston MFA. Although the works in the exhibition go all the way back to his teenage years, and represent all of his major periods and styles, I was startled by just how many of the pictures were less than a year old. (In fact Hockney did a set of six large portraits especially for this event.)
This is only the second Hockney show I’ve seen at the MFA: the first was a small collection of recent English landscapes about 10(?) years ago. This is very different: it’s a huge exhibition, with many previously undisplayed pictures from the artist’s own collection. If there is a weakness, it is perhaps that there is too much here: the exhibition might be better if more thematically focussed. But that’s a nit: it’s a wonderful show. The portraits are extremely revealing of Hockney, as an artist and as a person in relation to others. Highly recommended.

Power and wind

I’ve been working at home yesterday and today, because we’ve had our electrical contractors in to replace our circuit breaker system. (If you remember, we had a circuit failure back in December.) For most of both days the power was off, but I had a spare fully-charged battery for my laptop, and I could still get to my email using my Treo.
Yesterday the weather here was almost perfect – sunny, 60F, light breeze. Today was dramatically different. This morning, the temperature zoomed into the 50s, and a band of heavy showers whipped across the area. As the cold front crossed Boston, the winds picked up to 45MPH, gusting to 60MPH. I retrieved the dustbins which had blown down the street; a few minutes later one of the electricians reported that a large branch was down in the driveway, blocking their truck. (Fortunately it didn’t hit anything.) We dragged it out of the way.
The electricians have now completed the bulk of the work (there’s one small sub-project to finish next week), and the house is starting to warm up. I’m relieved that everything worked out: by Saturday night the temperature will probably be down to 12F, and I’d prefer not to be without heat….

17 inches

The National Weather Service is reporting snow totals of 17.5 inches for Boston Logan and 17.0 inches for Needham. The only number they have for Brookline is 13.5 inches, but that was at 3PM, several hours before the storm ended. Since we’re half-way between Boston and Needham, 17 inches is a safe guess.
Of course this is nothing compared with NYC and Hartford, CT, but it’s still a sizeable snowfall.

One last post from Prague

A little more food p0rn….
This evening I decided to dine once again at the CD Club in the Diplomat Hotel. The waiter had a little trouble with my accent, and to accompany the “roast knee of lamb” he brought me a bottle of wine rather than a glass. Oh well… I decided not to send it back. It was a local non-vintage: a Frankovka red (labelled “modry sklep”, whatever that means). Very tasty. When the lamb arrived, it turned out to be what in America is called “braised lamb shank”, albeit a little drier than usual. Pleasant, but not distinguished. I finished it, and still had all this wine. What was I to do? The cheese plate beckoned.
An interlude: back in the 1990s I used to visit Grenoble regularly – perhaps 3 times a year – and I always stayed in the Park Hotel. They had a tiny restaurant that was notable for two things:

  1. If you ordered a half bottle of wine (and they stocked some interesting vintages in half bottles), they would give you “the other half” as a gift when you left
  2. they had the most extraordinary cheese board

Frequently I caught myself hurrying through dinner because I was impatient to inspect the cheeses!
Back to CD Club. The cheese plate arrived, and there were four extremely fine cheeses, none of which I could identify. There were two large wedges of a blue, some segments from a small chevre, a…
I grabbed a passing waiter (the same one that had mistaken my wine order) and asked him if he could identify the cheeses. He muttered something blasphemous like “Edam” and scurried off.
But wait: my favourite maitre d’ was suddenly to hand. I thrust a pen and paper towards him and asked him to write down the names of the cheeeses. He was delighted to oblige. The chevre style was Hermelin, the blue was Niva, the strong (?goat’s-milk) one with an orange rind was Tvarusek, and the semi-soft wedge was Blatackeslato (which is “very difficult for you to write” as he explained).
And with wonderf
UPDATED: For your enjoyment:
Cheese plate

Local warming (think global, act local)

[Updated] This afternoon the temperature here in Brookline hit 61 degrees Fahrenheit. (Normal is about 36.) It’s now almost midnight, and we’re still up at 46. But it’s all downhill from here: 24 hours from now it’s expected to be around 14 7, with several inches of fresh snow, a wind chill of -4 -11, and NW winds gusting to 36 45 MPH. It’s been an odd winter so far….

We want to watch people die on live TV

In today’s Salon, Patrick”Ask the pilot” Smith had a blistering commentary on the media coverage of aviation:

“On Dec. 20 I awoke to a front-page story in the Boston Globe about a Midwest Airlines jetliner that had returned to Boston’s Logan Airport the previous evening after a minor problem. To my astonishment, I learned that the landing had garnered live coverage on both CNN and MSNBC.
The incident was described — in the Globe and many other places — as an ’emergency landing.’ It was not. The Midwest crew never declared an emergency and requested no special attention from airport authorities. Massport, the landlord for Logan, dispatched vehicles on its own behest, just in case. […]
From a pilot’s point of view, the Midwest ballyhoo was irritatingly similar to the one involving JetBlue three months prior. In both cases, chances of the aircraft failing to land safely were negligible. No matter, it is quickly becoming a phenomenon that any time an aircraft makes an unscheduled touchdown, regardless of how insignificant the trouble, it is carried live on network TV and splashed across the front page.
Last I checked, humanity has been flying for more than a century now, yet we seem to affect a Dark Ages mentality any time we get around airplanes. The how and why of this ignorance falls on several shoulders, but clearly the media, for its part, has lost all grip, spinning situations that present little threat of serious injury as real-time dramas of impending calamity.”

I think it’s quite clear where this “Dark Ages mentality” actually comes from. It’s from the confluence of two characteristics which permeate western society: an obsessive voyeurism, and a love-hate relationship with fear.
The voyeur aspect is easy to understand. Television has turned us all into obsessive voyeurs. It used to be about entertainment: about a relaxing and enjoyable distraction from everyday life. These days, we need to cut out the middle-man – the author, playwright, or actor – and experience Everything. Life. Reality. We can’t bear the thought of missing anything. It’s almost a competitive things: we judge ourselves on the speed of our lives, and the rapidity with which we can acquire information and sensations. We want to be the people telling the story, not hearing it. So we disintermediate the world and watch it.
And this is obviously related to our attitude to fear. FDR may have talked about the fear of “fear itself”, but today we seem to embrace fear, in a horrified fascination. No matter how distant or unlikely some incident might be, we import it into our lives. A child falls down a drain: all drains must be dangerous. A bomb goes off in a distant city, and every small town goes on alert. And if there’s not a real source of fear, we manufacture one, and call it a “reality” TV show.
When we obsess about fear, our judgement is distorted. We look for sources of reassurance. TV knows this, which is why broadcasters seek to create compelling opportunities for fearful voyeurism. It sells. Politicians know this too: witness the cynical manipulation of the “threat level” by Bush and Blair.
There have always been “I remember where I was” incidents. The Kennedy assassinations. Neil Armstrong’s giant step. Princess Di. 9/11. We are coming to anticipate them, to live our lives as rehearsals for those grand punctuations. And the logical conclusion of this is that we want to be there – or at least to be a voyeur.
I fear that it comes down to this. We have become convinced that we live in a horribly dangerous and unpredictable world. We cannot distance ourselves from it, we are convinced that it will touch us. We know that somewhere, some time, an unsuspecting group of people is going to die – suddenly, violently. Of course we don’t want it to happen, but we are convinced that it will. And when it happens, we want to watch it live, on TV.