I’ve mentioned Sydney J. Harris in a number of previous posts here (feel free to search).  In my early teens, I was enamored with his nationally syndicated column Strictly Personal and the idea of writing one like it myself someday.  In fact, my Thoughts at Large posts were named after his similarly-titled columns (where the resemblance more or less ends).

Sydney J HarrisSince I kept citing Harris as one of my inspirations, I thought it might be prudent to re-read his writing as an adult, to see if my recollections were valid.  So I ventured into his book of Strictly Personal columns from 1975 to 1981, titled Pieces of Eight for no obvious reason.  It is a compilation of short essays with pertinent thoughts-at-large inserted here and there as punctuation marks.  My thoughts (along with excerpts) follow.

• One can hardly argue with the clarity and readability of his essays.  They were just the right length for Harris to introduce an idea, make his point or observation, and then leave the stage before the endeavor grew stale.  While many bloggers — myself included — often allow opinions to turn into rants, Harris was a craftsperson with admirable discipline, as newspapers of the time demanded.

The pessimist sees only the tunnel;  the optimist sees the light at the end of the tunnel; the realist sees the tunnel and the light — and the next tunnel.
Our opinion of others depends far more than we like to think on what we believe their opinion of us is.
Most of us are incapable of arguing aboout principles without soon involving personalities.
Asked why he wrote his recent autobiography, the behaviorist [B. F. Skinner] explained simply, “In order to make people love me.”  This laudably candid reply recalls Stephen Leacock’s remark that the true title of every lecture is “How to Be More Like Me.”

• Some of the topics he covered seem dated now, as you might imagine.  The collection is in many ways a time capsule: opinions that may have been considered forward-thinking or controversial at the time now come across as conventional, even pedestrian.

Psychologically, one of the most important reasons for seeking more female leadership in national and world affairs is that a woman would not feel her womanhood was at stake if she dealt with crises in a sympathetic and conciliatory fashion.  This is not to say she always will; but it is to suggest that the man’s fear of appearing weak is not a built-in component of her nature.
Terrorists are made, not born, and are heroes to themselves, willing to die to vindicate their cause.  They can be killed, but there is no way to extinguish the past.  All of us, innocent though we may feel, must suffer for the sins of our fathers…

• What bothered me as I read Pieces of Eight is how often Harris adopted the fatherly, authoritative tone of the 1950s and 1960s and made pronouncements on what is good, what is bad, what is important and what can be dismissed — perhaps a carryover from his other role as a drama critic.  Here are some disappointing examples from the book:

Offstage, most actors and actresses are not at all the vivid and colorful figures they seem to be. Only a few are distinct individuals; the others are bland and neutral personalities with little to say, and that little is generally dull.
The contractor sent around two sullen, slack-jawed young assistants to do some repair work on the tennis court across the road.  They brought with them, inevitably, as standard equipment for the job, a powerful portable radio which kept blasting away for a full afternoon.  Call me any ugly word you will, such as snobbish or elitist, it remains my firm and unshakeable opinion that such people are as close to the moronic line as it is possible to get and still function in a social order.

This is a stance I would never emulate — I do not sit in a superior place.  I have opinions but they carry no authority of their own unless others consider them and agree.

• Looking back, Harris could be remarkably pompous at times:

If some people seem to have more good luck than others, it is mostly because a lot of what we call bad luck is determined by the contour of the personality rather than a mere accident or chance.
No other nation I know of is so thoroughly capable of laughing at itself as the English, which is one of the truest tests of a genuine civilization. While the Germans, who are so publicly radiant with gemütlichkeit, have virtually no sense of humor about themselves, as their dark history testifies.

• Like most people, the parts I liked best were the ones that said things I already thought, thereby validating them, and me:

When we are young — say, eight years old — a year represents a full one eighth of our total experience, and even more than that,  for few of us remember back to our infancies.  It is an enormous amount of time in proportion to the little we have known.  By the time we hit forty, a year is only one fortieth of our total experience.  Objectively, it is the same twelve-month segment, but subjectively it is only a small fraction of our remembrance of things past. …  And each year, of course, the amount of experience we add is decreasingly smaller in proportion to the grand total.  So it is not entirely an illusion, or the faulty mechanism of a failing mind, that year by year time seems to increase its pace.

Aphorisms may be out-of-fashion now, but that is what Sydney J. Harris was known for, and that is what he got paid for.  He still has many fans.  That said, life is not nearly so black-and-white to me as it seemed to Harris.  There are few statements about our world and its inhabitants that I would dare make as definitively as he did, day after day, in his Strictly Personal column.

What I learned from reading Pieces of Eight is that I have learned what I needed to learn from Mr. Harris, and our styles differ more than I had imagined, and it is now time for me to thank him and move on.

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I have had a long-standing interest in the nature of time.  As Rod Serling would say, it is a “dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind.”  Up to now, my favorite read on the topic has been Time’s Arrow Today, a volume of essays by eminent physicists and philosophers edited by Steven Savitt and published in 1995.  You must have read it.  It was the top pick on Oprah’s Book Club for eighty-two weeks until it was bumped by The Horse Whisperer, of all things.

Flashing Digital Clock - CHCollinsA few years ago, I was looking for an update to that 1995-vintage material, and I came across The Oxford Handbook of Philosophy of Time, edited by Craig Callender, philosophy professor at University of California, San Diego.

Several papers in the volume looked interesting enough: The Possibility of Discrete Time, The Flow of Time, Time in Quantum Gravity.  So I put the book on my list and waited for it to come out in paperback — as an armchair science buff, I was not about to pay $170 for the hardcover edition, even if it did weigh in at 600 pages.  Eventually, the Handbook was available on Amazon for $42 and I ordered a copy.  It took me six months of starts and stops to finally finish it.

My Impressions

As always, I start with a disclaimer: this post is not a review but my own takeaway from the experience of reading the book.  That said, I will get right to the point and explain why I disagree with other reviews and do not recommend The Oxford Handbook of Philosophy of Time to other lay readers.

I had hoped that the Handbook would follow the example of Time’s Arrow Today and provide a clearly-written, mostly physics-oriented collection of papers, updated to reflect recent findings and theories.  I was encouraged by the fact that the Handbook‘s editor, Craig Callender, had been co-editor of another of my favorite volumes, Physics Meets Philosophy at the Planck ScaleWhile Callender’s Physics Meets Philosophy was more technically challenging than Time’s Arrow Today, it was still accessible to a non-expert like myself.  Callender’s Handbook, on the other hand, assumes that its readers have a professional background in philosophy and/or physics and (as the title suggests) tilts decidedly to philosophy.¹  Physics is largely absent for the first 484 of its 678 pages.

I have ranted about philosophy before, so I will try to keep the following remarks brief, calm, and to the point.  I really have no use for the field of philosophy.  Every time I start reading a philosophy paper, I feel like I have just stepped into the midst of some battle that the author is waging with his or her less well-informed colleagues.  And what is more maddening is how the participants believe these battles are to be won or lost by the force of argument, with little regard for evidence or observation of the physical world.

Photo of Pelloms Time Shop WindowThis seems illogical to me, but the writers of the Handbook generally followed these rules of engagement.  Armies of words were deployed to decide whether an object is still the same object one minute later.  Scores of  paragraphs died on the front lines between this ism and that ism.  Pages of metaphysical casualties, slain by pure reason.

The biggest waste of Time was the 53-page essay Time Travel and Time Machines by Chris Smeenk and Christian Wüthrich.  Now if you are a science fiction fan, you might think time travel would be one of more intriguing topics in the book, and indeed the authors often teased the reader about how closed timelike curves (i.e., pathways for time travel) are not ruled out by this, that or the next strawman they posited.  The discussion went on for thirteen long pages, upon which the authors declared (my emphasis added):

… We conclude that time travel is neither logically nor metaphysically impossible, as all arguments attempting to establish inconsistency have failed and the philosophical considerations adduced against … time travel are inconclusive at best.  But even if logic and metaphysics do not rule out time travel, physics might.  Let us thus now turn to the question of whether physics permits time travel.

The authors could have saved us all a lot of time and prolixity and just started with physics, I thought as I read this.  Surely, I can’t be the only one who was annoyed.

As much I disliked the metaphysical bent of Handbook, I was just as weary of its jargon.  I would put the jargon threat-level at   SEVERE  •  YOUR BRAIN MAY DEFLAGRATE   based on passages like this, from Time and Modality by Ulrich Meyer:

An alternative to constructing times as sets of sentences is to regard them as maximal propositions.  Instead of using quantification over sets of sentences in the meta-language, this approach enriches the object language with propositional quantifiers.

The purpose of reading non-fiction is to learn something you didn’t already know, and learning takes effort.  Out of respect for this process, I put a reasonable amount of effort into understanding the concepts and following the arguments.  But in several papers — including the one above — the jargon jungle got so thick that I had to give up and go into skim-mode.

The Handbook deals with unique aspects of time, and it cannot help but stimulate one’s own thoughts on the topic.  But as I mentioned, the Handbook seems to have been written not for you or me but for professionals in the field.  I am no anti-intellectual, but I do feel a little sorry for those professionals.²

My View of Time

Photo of clock at Musee D'OrsayThe Handbook discusses a number of isms,  alternate views about the nature and/or our perception of time: presentism, moving spotlight, block universe, growing block, glowing edge and others.  Each of these viewpoints has its own ardent advocates.

Many of those isms are based on the thesis (or hope) that our sense of the present, past, future and passage of time says something about time’s fundamental nature.  I think this is a poor assumption.  Far too much of the Handbook is devoted to speculation on what I call the phenomenology of time — constructs like the specious present, the moving now and so on  — as if our sense of time requires a metaphysical explanation.  I maintain that human physiology — the structure and speed of our sensory and memory processes — is largely and perhaps entirely responsible³ for our sense of time’s passage and, as such, should have been examined in depth at the outset.  But Temporal Experience by Jenaan Ismael was the only paper that touched on this, and then only for a few pages, and then only after reaching Page 460 of the Handbook!

To expand on this, I offer a thought experiment.  Pretend that Oliver Van Winkle has a strange sleep disorder.  He wakes up for a half-second every twelve minutes, then instantly goes back to sleep.  While he is asleep, he does not see, hear or dream anything.  But when he wakes up, he looks out his window, and he adds that half-second scene to his memory along with those from his last few wakeful moments.  For Van Winkle, one day seems to pass by in one minute.  Objects like rocks and trees appear to stay put, but everything else flickers and flashes chaotically in and out of his visual field.  Van Winkle’s world is mostly a blur — his sampling rate is so low, he can hardly make sense of anything.

I actually want to make two points from this thought experiment.  The first is that our sense of time is so closely tied to our physiology that I question whether philosophy has anything useful to say about it.  My second point is that the nervous system of animals most likely evolved to provide frequent sampling of our surroundings and a continuous flow of experience — otherwise, beings of any complexity could hardly navigate and survive in this world.⁴

My take is that the phenomenology of time may be worthy of study, but it is much less intriguing than the physical nature of time.  And that is what I would like to end with.

Parking Meter and Its Shadow - CHCollinsAlthough I read physics papers, I really do not grasp the math of post-Newtonian physics.  (Out of respect for the learning process, I make an effort.)  What I do know — or more accurately, what I have learned from physicists who have done the research — is that our intuition is wrong: there is no universal clock metering out the seconds in back of a three-dimensional stage we call space.  Instead, physics has shown that time and space, matter and energy are woven together in a dynamic, multi-dimensional fabric, each thread bending and guiding and interacting with the others.  So I really cannot talk about time without also sharing my views of the universe.

This leads to another disclaimer: my conceptual model of the universe is an amalgam of what I have read (and partly comprehended) by physicists such as Henri Poincaré, Ernst Mach, Albert Einstein, Roger Penrose, Stephen Hawking, Carlo Rovelli and — probably the most influential for me — Julian Barbour⁵.  Each of them would disown the statements that follow.

• I start by visualizing the universe as a configuration of matter and energy fields distributed in spacetime.  I know, I tossed out the word spacetime as if it were just another poodle mix.  Einstein showed that space and time are not independent, even though it seems that way in our everyday, low-speed world.  But never mind that right now, the keyword here is configuration.  (Go follow that link.  I’ll wait.)

• I view time as a measure of change in the spacetime configuration of the universe.  Without change, there is no time.  Since time flows only in those regions in the universe where there is change and not elsewhere, there is no universal time.  Duration is local.

• For one configuration of the universe to be distinguishable from another, it must change by a minimum distance known as a Planck length.  This is a pretty small distance: there are about two trillion trillion trillion Planck lengths per inch.  In football-field terms, the Planck length has about the same value as a one-inch stack of trillion-dollar bills or a one-inch lock of Donald Trump’s combover.

• And while there is no universal now, as we know from Einstein’s theories of relativity, there may be a smallest tick-of-the-clock, based on how long it takes light to travel the distance between two distinguishable configurations.  This tick is called the Planck time, and there are about one billion trillion trillion trillion Planck times per minute in our ordinary experience.  In football-field terms, there are about seven Planck times from one outrageous pronouncement by Donald Trump to his next.

Jokers aside, I have one final thought about time.  The speed of light is a fundamental constant of our universe — it ties space to time and matter to energy.  The speed of light is exactly 299,792,458 meters per second.  This number is exact because (a) the meter has been defined in terms of the speed of light, not the other way around, and (b) the second has been defined as the duration of a number of vibrations of a cesium atom.  I have a philosophical problem with this, which I am now entitled to share, having just finished a 600-plus page book titled The Oxford Handbook of Philosophy of Time.

The speed of light is more fundamental than any property of a cesium atom.  Cesium is a rare element, created in supernova bursts, whereas light permeates our universe.  So why do physicists define light in terms of cesium?  It is because they have adopted dimensions called time and distance, which makes speed (as in speed of light) a derived notion, the result of dividing distance by time.  But I venture that our universe is based on a dimension called light, from which our everyday notions of distance and time devolve.  I would love to know what Rod Serling thinks of this idea, but sadly he left our dimension of sight, sound, and mind forty years ago.

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Notes and Further Reading

¹ The Oxford Handbook introduced me to the concept of truthmakers.  I had never heard of truthmakers, so I looked it up and discovered truthmaker theory: “Socrates is a truthmaker for the proposition that Socrates exists, and the proposition that Socrates exists is a truthmaker for the proposition that there are propositions.  But Socrates is no truthmaker for the proposition that there are propositions.  Truthmaking is not transitive in general, but there could be individual instances of it.”  And you wonder why I like physics.

² “Philosophy of time should aim at an integrated picture of the experiencing subject with its felt time in an experienced universe with its spatiotemporal structure,” says Steven Savitt.  A worthy preface to the Oxford Handbook of Kumbaya.

³ Experiments have shown that sampling times longer than seven seconds cause people to lose the sense of the continuous flow of time (see Block and Gruber, 2014).

⁴ This was a Darwinist argument that turned somewhat anthropic, to my own surprise.

⁵ I like Julian Barbour.  He speaks plainly and in a way that helps a reader visualize the cosmos he has in mind.  Since I do not understand advanced math, I gravitate to physicists who paint the most vivid pictures.  It may be a weakness of mine, or maybe not.

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WackometerFour years ago on this blog (yes, it has really been that long) I reviewed the slate of Republicans running for President, and I presented a device to help you decide which candidate to vote for in the primaries.  I called my device The Wackometer™ (shown at right).

Before we go on, may I remind you: please do not call it a WACKO-meter.  This is a precision instrument.  It rhymes with thermometer.  Thank you.

I have updated the Wackometer for the 2016 election so it is much easier to use.  Now, you just plug it into the charging port of your Android phone (sorry, iPhone users) and point it toward the television when a candidate is speaking.  The Wackometer analyzes the statements for bizarre, irrational and extreme content and reports its result in units of kilocrazies.  [Back when I was developing the device, I found that one crazy was too small a unit of measure.]

Unlike four years ago, I am not going to use this blog to review and score statements from the slate of Republican candidates.  I have three reasons for this.  First, there are twice as many candidates as there were before, and it would just be too tedious to write (and read) about them all.  Second, I would rather not republish the strange things the various candidates have to say — I will leave this to the Daily Show.  Third and foremost, what I really want is for all of you to purchase a Wackometer of your own (ordering info below) and use it in your living room the night of the first Republican debate, to be broadcast on Fox News, August 6th, 9pm ET.

I guarantee that your first two hours with the Wackometer will be fun and educational.  That said, I must offer some operating guidelines.  In my recent Wackometer tests, certain statements by Donald Trump not only pegged the meter at the OMG level but rendered the instrument useless.  So I would advise you, when Mr. Trump is about to speak, point the Wackometer at a 90-degree angle away from the audio source, then multiply its reading by the square root of two (1.414) to correct for the drop in signal strength.

Another thing I should mention is that Fox News itself generates a “background signal” of 10-20 kilocrazies, even when no one is speaking.  This may make it harder for you to gauge the difference between candidates such as Jindal, Kasich and Pataki.

Unfortunately, the instruction manual for the device doesn’t spell out what one should do with the Wackometer readings.  Four years ago, I asked my Democratic friends to vote in the Republican primaries (if possible) and cast their ballot for the candidate with the “sanest” Wackometer reading.  My thinking at the time was that President Obama was in danger of being defeated, and so Democrats should hedge their bets by trying to put the least objectionable Republican on the November ballot should Obama lose.

The 2016 political landscape is quite different.  If Democrats are confident in a Hillary Clinton victory, they may better off if a Republican with a high Wackometer reading runs against her, to help cement Clinton’s mandate.  On the other hand, if the race is close, having a somewhat-sane Republican president would be preferable to some fundamentalist zealot.  At this point I am not sure what to advise, other than to remind your Republican friends how arrogant it was for President Obama to have changed Election Day 2016 to the second Wednesday in November.

Now, go order your very own Wackometer.  But hurry, supplies are limited.

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