Even though I’ve lived in the US for the last 26 years, I’ve never gone through the process of acquiring US citizenship; I’m still a “resident alien”. When I’m filling out application forms, or checking in at hotels, I enter “United Kingdom” for the country that issues my passport. And for the most part I think of myself as British, not English. But according to this article in the Expat Telegraph, my position seems to be increasingly unfashionable. It’s unclear whether the Union between England and Scotland will survive – or whether it should.
It would be nice to think that this is the kind of issue that is clarified by a little distance. From over here in Seattle, undisturbed by the day-to-day bustle of British politics and media, surely I should be able to view the matter more clearly, more dispassionately. Unfortunately not. “On the one hand… on the other hand…”, and I rapidly run out of hands. For example: what do the Scots really want? The author makes a good point: “The dilemma for many Scots is that because the Conservatives are so weak there, those who want to get rid of Labour have nowhere to go but the SNP. The protest vote, by default, becomes an expression of nationalism.”
His conclusion: put the whole thing to a vote. If the majority of Scots really believe that they’d be better off on their own, so be it. But hopefully they won’t.
Blackburn on Truth, philosophy, and Dawkins
[Bear with me on this one, OK?] I’ve recently started reading Butterflies and Wheels, prompted in part by the enthusiastic review that they gave to Frederick Crews’ wonderful Follies of the Wise. Today they linked to an interview by Nigel Warburton with Simon Blackburn, professor of philosophy at Cambridge. I blogged about his latest book, Truth, a year and a half ago; in the new interview, Blackburn displays the elegant style that I applauded then. For example, here he is on everybody’s favourite whipping-boy: relativism.
Nigel: Has relativism had its day as an influential philosophical position?
Simon: No – and I don’t think it should ever die. The danger is that it gets replaced by some kind of complacent dogmatism, which is at least equally unhealthy. The Greek sceptics thought that confronting a plurality of perspectives is the beginning of wisdom, and I think they were right. It is certainly the beginning of historiography and anthropology, and if we think, for instance, of the Copernican revolution, of self-conscious science. The trick is to benefit from an imaginative awareness of diversity, without falling into a kind of “anything goes” wishy-washy nihilism or scepticism. My book tries to steer a course to help us to do that, but the going is fairly rough at times!
Enjoying Blackburn’s style, I clicked through to his web site (quite Hofstadter-like in its self reference), and after a little browsing I came across his review of Richard Dawkins’ A Devil’s Chaplain: Reflections on Hope, Lies, Science, and Love. It was wonderful: vintage Blackburn, presenting an appreciative yet balanced view of Dawkins. First, appreciation of Dawkins on evolution:
[O]ne essay in particular, ‘Darwin Triumphant’ is a marvelous statement of the methodology and status of current evolutionary theory. Indeed, I should judge it the best such introduction there is, and it ought to be the first port of call for know-nothings and saloon-bar skeptics about the nature and power of Darwinian theory. In it Dawkins shows his uncanny ability to combine what might seem light and introductory material with actual heavyweight contributions to theory. Here he moves seamlessly from introducing ‘core Darwinism’ to answering a question left open by Francis Crick. The clarity of his writing is astonishing. This is his description of core Darwinism: ‘the minimal theory that evolution is guided in adaptively nonrandom directions by the nonrandom survival of small random hereditary changes’. Every word counts; none could be omitted and for the purposes of definition no more are needed. It is immediately obvious that core Dawinism is compatible with random genetic drift (where no adaptive advantage accrues because of a change) or with external catastrophic interference, as in the destruction of the dinosaurs, yet much ink has been spilled on such misunderstandings. Here is one part of his answer to Crick, talking of the way in which Lamarkian inheritance, the inheritance of acquired characteristics, could not be as efficient as natural selection: ‘If acquired characteristics were indiscriminately inherited, organisms would be walking museums of ancestral decrepitude, pock-marked from ancestral plagues, limping relics of ancestral misfortune’. Almost any page will show similar gems.
Then on religion. According to Dawkins,
Religion is superstition, like astrology, alternative medicine, and the rest. He likes an example of Bertrand Russell’s in which we consider the hypothesis that there is a china teapot orbiting the sun. Someone might believe that, but there are many reasons for supposing it false and none at all for supposing it true. Dawkins is right that it would be simply silly to say, for instance, to set store by the statement that the belief cannot be disproved. It may depend on your standards of proof, but in any event it is as unlikely as can be, and as unlikely as any of the infinite number of equally outlandish possible beliefs that we all ignore all the time.
It might seem not to matter too much if someone convinces himself that there is such a teapot. But Dawkins might side, as I would, with the Victorian mathematician and writer W. K. Clifford, whose famous essay ‘The Ethics of Belief’ excoriated our ‘right’ to believe pretty much what we like:
In like manner, if I let myself believe anything on insufficient evidence, there may be no great harm done by the mere belief; it may be true after all, or I may never have occasion to exhibit it in outward acts. But I cannot help doing this great wrong towards Man, that I make myself credulous. The danger to society is not merely that it should believe wrong things, though that is great enough; but that it should become credulous, and lose the habit of testing things and inquiring into them; for then it must sink back into savagery.
But the real and present danger lies not so much here, but in what the belief in the teapot waits to do. To become anything worth calling a religious belief, it needs to connect with our form of life, our way of being in the world. Perhaps out of its spout come instructions on how to behave, who to shun and who to persecute, how to eat and what to wear. Now the teapot becomes an object of veneration, and controversy. It needs interpreting. It needs a dedicated class of men (usually men) to give authoritative renderings of its texts and their meanings. In short, it has become a religious icon, and dangerous.
It has also stopped being a teapot, or merely a teapot (just as Duchamp’s urinal in an art gallery stops being merely a urinal: it is the audience’s take on it that matters, not the china). It will have started, for instance, to be a sin not to believe in this teapot, although normally it is no sin to doubt the existence of anything. The teapot may have become eternal, although natural teapots are not. In fact, at this point we can forget the teapot qua teapot, and look straight at the institutions it supports and the instructions and the way of life into which it gets woven. The factual component is not the bit that does the work. The teapot is merely a prop in the game, and an imaginary teapot serves just as well.
And finally a cautious note about Dawkins’ rhetorical skills:
There is of course, no reason at all why biology, like any other science, should not give terms a technical use. But our words control us at least as much as we control them, and I am not convinced that in places such as these Dawkins is in such perfect control as he is in general. Consider, for instance, the idea that we alone on earth can rebel against the tyranny of the selfish replicators. What is the stripped-down, clean, biological truth intended by such language? Like all other living things we have genes. We also have psychologies; that is, in accordance with our genetic recipes and chemical environments, brains have formed, so that we think and desire and grow into the culture around us. But what is all this about rebelling and tyranny? A tyrant may tell me to do something, and rebelling I do something else. What is the analogy? Perhaps an occasion when I really want to do something, but control myself and do something else instead? But why describe this as a case of defying my genes? You might as well say that I am rebelling against my brain, whereas the fact is just that I am using it. It is only Cartesian dualists (religious people) who go in for opposing what nature would have me do against what I, the real me, does. And it is not even true that alone on earth we can exercise self-control. A dog may resist the temptation to take a biscuit, having been told not to do so.
It seems, then, that there are three levels at which to read Dawkins on such matters. There is strict science, empirical, verifiable and falsifiable. There is the value of the gene’s eye view or the meme’s eye view, giving us some surplus meaning: a guiding metaphor or way of thinking of things, earning its keep through prompting more strict science. And there is the third, rhetorical level, where the surplus meaning might mislead the lay person, but which is in Dawkins’s view easily detachable and disavowed. I have some doubts about this last claim, but the more important question for science is whether when the bad surplus meaning goes, everything goes.
Good stuff.
Torture as a distraction?
Andrew Sullivan just posted about “the terrible abuse of power and the constitution in the Padilla case, one of the most important cases in the history of American liberty”. He links to Dahlia Lithwick, who concludes that:
The destruction of Al Dossari, Jose Padilla, Zacarias Moussaoui, and some of our most basic civil liberties was never a purpose or a goal—it was a mere byproduct. The true purpose is more abstract and more tragic: To establish a clunky post-Watergate dream of an imperial presidency, whatever the human cost may be.
And I found myself wondering whether the deliberately inflicted mental breakdown of Padilla was simply a distraction: a way of getting people arguing whether sensory deprivation and isolation deserves the label “torture”, and thereby overlooking the far more far-reaching constitutional question. I ask myself whether this administration is capable of such a deeply cynical and amoral move – torture as a PR ploy – and it’s hard to resist an affirmative answer.
This is a test. This is only a test…. Then again, perhaps not.
I love it when the National Weather Service tests its “watches, warnings & advisories” system. Like tonight, for instance:

Clicking on the “Read watches…” brings up the comforting message:

UPDATE: Well, maybe it’s not a test – maybe the NWS was just slow to link up the map to text warnings. Apparently they had had another big earthquake off the Kuril Islands – an 8.2 this time. (You may remember there was an M8.3 less than 100 miles away back on November 15.) The Tsunami Warning Center has a map up, and WCATWC is showing all sorts of graphical stuff but no explanatory text. Japan is bracing itself for a possible surge.
A fortuitous sellout
This evening I’d planned to meet Jon* and his wife Laura at the Harvard Exit to see Pan’s Labyrinth. I was frustrated: the bus was late and then slow, and at 7 o’clock I was still walking quickly towards the cinema, eyes down to watch for patches of ice on the sidewalk. (Seattle doesn’t “get” winter.) As a result I almost bumped into Jon and Laura, who were walking the other way hoping to intercept me! Neither Jon nor I had bought tickets ahead of time, and the show was sold out. So instead we made our way to Café Septième for a drink, which turned into a delightful leisurely dinner. I hadn’t met Laura before, and relaxing with good food and a bottle of Brothers in Arms No.6 strikes me as a much better way to get to know someone than whispered comments during a movie.
And there’s always the Sunday matinée…..
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* Or should I link to him here? People with multiple blogs make my head hurt…..
Troubling times for liberal Christians
Here’s a thoughtful piece by Father Jake on the unravelling of the Episcopal Church. Obviously it doesn’t involve me directly, but it’s sad to watch people I care for in pain over the thinly-disguised bigotry that’s being peddled. He quotes Ruth Gledhill:
…Tell anyone outside the Church that you’re a Christian these days, and they make one assumption about you. It is not that you are spiritual, or ascetically-minded, or dedicated to helping others, or opposed to the culture of consumerism. It is that you are a homophobe…
And as someone who still has a naive belief that tolerance is a British character-trait (yes, I know…), it’s dispiriting to see the Archbishop of Canterbury pandering to the bigots in Africa and Texas.
Righteous anger
Olbermann skewers Bush:
(Hat tip to Jesus’ General.)
Oh bugger, I thought I'd dodged this one
I just noticed an incoming link from Julian: Having fulfilled my blog duty, I hereby tag fellow ex-pat Brit and PSB fan Geoff Arnold. Yes, it’s the “Five Things You (Probably) Didn’t Know About Me, But Were Afraid To Ask” meme. It’s late: I shall have to be brief. What the hell can I come up with?
- Although everybody that knows me knows I’m an uncompromising atheist, as a teenager I kept going to (Catholic) church for several years after I realized it was all hokum. The reason: I had a reasonable high tenor after my voice broke, and they needed an alto in the church choir. I can still run through the Latin Gloria and Credo in my head, pretty much note-perfect.
- The first serious job I had after grad school was writing a complete hierarchical DBMS, complete with its application programming language. The system was called Maestro, and the language was… Music. [groan]
- I got a job in the US in 1980, but I wasn’t able to take it up for over 6 months. The reason was that my father was American, so there was a possibility that I might have a claim to US Citizenship, and apparently it’s illegal (and seriously so) to grant a US Citizen a visa to enter the USA on another passport. I finally got here (“just for a few years”) in March 1981.
- When I was a teenager, I was an avid (crazy, obsessive) bridge player, and after finding a few equally-crazed school-friends I decided to put together a team to compete in the Schools Championship. However it was against the rules to have playing cards on the school grounds, and so we had great difficulty in organizing training sessions; I remember at least one detention and stern talking-to from the headmaster. In our first year, we didn’t make it past the regional heats, but the next year we got to the finals and came second after the tie was broken in the other team’s favour. Funnily enough the headmaster then became our greatest supporter, and talked up our success at every opportunity!
- In 1982, I spent a few months working as Manager of PC Software at Raytheon Data Systems. Raytheon sold a range of word processing systems under the Lexitron brand, and customers could buy a “PC Software Option” consisting of a copy of CP/M together with Microsoft Basic (on 8 inch floppy disks!). We negotiated a reasonably good deal with Microsoft, and sold quite a few copies. Eventually we decided that the grey boxy Lexitron was looking a bit stale, and we came up with a new streamlined white plastic enclosure. Same electronics, same software, just a couple of bucks worth of injection moulded ABS. The Microsoft salesman promptly turned up, announced that these were brand new systems not covered by our existing contract, and that the price had gone up…
400% ! Instead of getting bogged down in contract negotiations, I really should have paid attention and bought MSFT at that point….. (OK, I just noticed the anachronism – Microsoft didn’t go public until 1986. Oh well….)
Criminal incompetence
From the Baltimore Sun, via Daily Kos, via Majikthise
Better armor lacking for new troops in Iraq
By David Wood
Sun reporter
January 10, 2007
WASHINGTON — The thousands of troops that President Bush is expected to order to Iraq will join the fight largely without the protection of the latest armored vehicles that withstand bomb blasts far better than the Humvees in wide use, military officers said.
And why was that? Simple:
“At each step along the way for the past four years, the key policymakers have assumed we were just months away from beginning to withdraw.”
Up until recently, I felt that there was no point in impeaching the organ-grinder’s monkey instead of the organ-grinder. However since Cheney appears to have left the building, it’s time to nail the monkey.
Waiting is going to be really hard…
Perhaps this will help.