Political correctness gone mad

Today’s Telegraph splashes on the news that the NHS is running out of heroin: Chiron, the firm that supplies the NHS, has suspended production while it tries to sort out problems with the flu vaccine it makes. Apparently the NHS gets through 640,000 ampoules of the stuff every month.

But, of course, the Telegraph can’t say that the NHS depends on heroin. Instead, it explains that “Thousands of patients with cancer who are approaching the end of their lives depend on diamorphine for effective pain relief. It is also used to treat heroin addicts.” Diamorphine is heroin. That’s the point. That’s why it is used to treat heroin addicts. This, surely, is political correctness gone mad, and at the Telegraph of all places. Bah! Humbug! Merry Christmas to you all.

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A reminiscence of the Thirties

We were talking to Mary Midgley about her schooldays this evening, and she said that in the Thirties, when she was at achool at Downe House, many of the girls kept on their bedside tables photographs which showed their sisters or even their mothers being presented at court. What would the contemporary equivalent be? I dont mean ‘what would be the pictures that girls in Downe House today keep on their bedside tables?’. I know, because I have seen dorms there (don’t ask). But what would be the equivalent badge of belonging to the ruling class?

PS, for the biologically inclined. Yes, the school is named after Darwin’s home, and was started there; but it moved to Berkshire after the first world war.

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Orwell retrospective

“When one is making out one’s weekly budget, two and two invariably make four. Politics, on the other hand, is a sort of sub-atomic or non-Euclidean world where it is quite easy for the part to be greater than the whole or for two objects to be in the same place simultaneously. Hence the contradicitons and absurdities I have chronicled above, all finally traceable to a secret belief that one’s political opinions, unlike the weekly budget, will not have to be tested against solid reality.”

I found this rather famous quote in my disintegrating copy of George Orwell’s Collected Essays this morning. What’s interesting about it now is not its obvious truth, but the way in which the sphere of what Orwell called “politics” has expanded in the fifty sixty years since he wrote. The concept of a weekly budget is frightfully old-fashioned. Certainly no journalist could assume, as he does, that his readers will all draw one up. Magical thinking now affects politicians as much as voters — how else is one to interpret Mr Blunkett’s announcement that he has sacrificed his career for the sake of his son? What possible benefit has the son derived from all this? Almost every trend in the advertising-supported media since Orwell wrote can be interpreted as increasing the magical nature of modern thought, to the extent that “reality-based” becomes a term of contempt for those who have no real power.

This makes a problem if one would like to work for reality-based publications, and enlarge, in general, the worls’s stock of reality. What is it that creates a demand for this, rather than magically based pap? Two things I can think of. the exercise of real power, with the consequent possibility of real failure based on your own bad judgement. For most people, this applies only when they are managing their investments. The Financial Times remains a good paper. But it is also true in the ruling classes of an empire, or else they don’t get much to rule for very long. Secondly — don’t all laugh — some kind of religious commitment to the truth. About half the people I have met who really seemed to care about the truth of their statements about the world have been Christians or otherwise religious. That’s a pretty disporoportionate figure.

Looking again, I wonder whether the mediaeval church didn’t have a point when it prohibited usury. Orwell’s touchstone for reality-based enquiry is the simple question “Can I afford to buy this?” — and this is the one question which modern, ad-supported media try to exclude from serious considration.

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O tempora

There are people outside this country who still suppose the Times is a serious paper. For their benefit — and just because it’s fun — here’s something I wrote for the CT this afternoon.

The national census data on religion came out two months ago, when the Guardian gave it a big spread. Jonathan Petre couldn’t then get a story into the Telegraph but squeezed a Sunday for Monday out of it on December 13th. The next day the Times gave the job to someone called Stephanie Marsh. She wrote that “There are fewer Roman Catholics living in the North East than anywhere else, at just 0.03 per cent of the population. The South East has the highest percentage of Roman Catholics, at 0.4 per cent of the population.”

It’s true this is exactly what the Census spreadsheet says. In fact, it makes some even more sensational claims: that there are, in all the North East of England, only 951 Roman Catholics and seven Anglicans; there are only 577 Anglicans in London. Obviously, Ms Marsh didn’t realise that “Anglican” means Church of England, or she’d have had an even better story. According to these official government figures, there are more Satanists (1,525) than Anglicans (1,134) in England and Wales. Why spoil such a wonderful story by reading the question on the census form?

This asked people to declare if they were “Christian (including Church of England, Catholic, Protestant and all other Christian denominations)”. 37,046,500 people did so. Of these, at a reasonable guess, five million are Roman Catholic. What the figures in the Times story show is size of the minority of Christians who, like Ms Marsh, found the census question difficult to understand.

Any reporter can make a mistake: but subeditors are there to keep mistakes this ludicrous out of the paper. It wouldn’t happen on the Mail. That must be the elusive difference between a “compact” and a “tabloid”.

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just a thought

If they sequenced the DNA of an American student, would she become an example of open source coed?

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a rather frightful symmetry

It’s often remarked that to be “pro-life” in the US context correlates quite strongly, among voters, with support for the death penalty. LIfe, it would appear, is sacred from conception until birth.

But there is also a curious symmetry between opponents of the death penalty, and opponents of euthanasia and living wills. For opponents of the death penalty, the danger that an innocent person might be killed far outweighs the benefits of killing the guilty — some of whom even the most determined opponent would agree are no great loss to the world. For opponents of euthanasia, the idea that one innocent granny might get bumped off by her greedy children far outweighs the suffering of all the grannies who might want to die, and whose children also — genuinely — wish them free of suffering.

What’s interesting is how natural it seems to apply consequentialist reasoning to the one case and not the other. Of course different people find different applications more natural. Myself, I am anti-death penalty and pro euthanasia — at least some sorts of euthanasia. Iain Duncan Smith is pro-death penalty, but implacably opposed to the idea of people dying when they want to. I expect the gene for this distinction will be along any moment.

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A better class of support

This just came up on one of the support lists for the next openoffice beta:

Hi Juraj,

> It does not work.

Where would you put the check mark?

[ ] it does nothing
[ ] it copies too much data
[ ] it does not copy enough data
[ ] it copies wrong data
[ ] it crashes OOo
[ ] It colores your screen
[ ] it explodes your microwave oven
[ ] it laughs at you
[ ] it inseminates your cat

In other words: What does “it does not work” mean? And, while we are at it, how exactly are you doing it?

Christmas must have come early in Hamburg.

I should add that the man who posted this has been, over the years, the most helpful and responsive programmer I have ever dealt with at Sun. He really does listen to well-formed complaints and gets them fixed or provides convincing explanations as to why they can’t be. I’d rather have this kind of response than any amount of po-faced stonewalling.

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an awful warning

Adobe Acrobat 3.whatever for the palm is a horrible piece of software. I have been trying an ebook in Adobe DRM format. It has one good point: you can shift the book and its activation between computers. But on a palm pilot the font is ugly, and more or less fixed. You can’t make annotations (which you can on the PC version). You can’t change the background colour (and I hate white). You can’t copy chunks of text elsewhere for later processing. It’s slow, and seems to eat battery.

The alternative seems to be something called MobiPocket, which uses better fonts, has better layout, is more configurable, and uses smaller files. It will do annotations, too, though I have not yet found any way to export them.

So now I have three ebook reading programs on this palm pilot — there is also the version of palm reader which comes from Ereader. This is subtly incompatible with the normal palm reader program; it works perfectly well, but you have to pay for annotations. But I can’t get the Swedish books I am interested in in that format.

The more I use this palm pilot for reading, the less point there seems to be to ebooks. Only in queues and on the tube in rush hour is space so limited that you can’t easily read a paperback, but can read one of these.

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foresight among bonobos

This is a reply to Ben Hammersley’s comment on the previous entry. It will probably form part of the review I write.

Tallis argues that there are fundamental differences between our experience of the world and animals’; further that these differences have arisen by natural selection. He is a species chauvinist, but so might a bat be, arguing that he is not just a lizard.

So, of course he knows there is a range of cognitive abilities in nature. But you can believe that, and still believe that human knowing is different from anything else. His arguments for the distinctiveness of human knowing are both philosophical and anatomical. I haven’t gone into them here, though I think I will have to.

For the moment, though, it’s worth pointing out that your examples all beg the question. The whole point of Darwinian ethology is to show that behaviours which would show foresight if we did them and could give reasons for them may evolve before reason and thus show no foresight at all. Ants milking aphids have no idea what they are doing though they are involved in an extremely complex system involving long-term payoffs. Ditto the famous tooth-cleaner fish who were used as the first example of reciprocal altruism.

Since animals can behave as if they had foresight, and as if they had deliberateness, without, so far as we can tell, having any such thing, there is a problem.

One solution is Dennett’s: to maintain in principle that foresight, deliberateness, agency, etc don’t exist in themselves. They are merely names we give to certain patterns of behaviour; and, if something consistently displays such behaviour, then we should credit it with the supposed underlying qualities. I think this is mostly balls, but built around two important truths, the first is that the recognition of foresight, agency, etc is a distinctly human ability. We recognise them because we possess them. The second is that very complex collective behaviours can arise from simple parts.

But if you reject Dennett’s radical behaviourism, you have to say that ants don’t understand ecology, that cranberry bushes aren’t predicting a hard winter when they fruit abundantly in autumn, and that something different, and distinctly human is going on when we analyse the behaviour of the ant farmers, or look at the thickness of a prairie dog mound and say the winter will be a hard one.

Once you take this step, the burden of proof shifts. There are lots of behaviour which would display, or might display, foresight if a human did them, but need not do so if an ant does. So it’s up to you to show that a squirrel knows about winter, and hard times ahead, when it buries nuts. It’s up to you to show that bonobos know what they are doing when they punish free riders. Difficult, this last, since, if you’re right about the activity, even the very smartest humans didn’t understand it until thirty years ago: the idea of “punishing free riders” is dependent on a really complicated scaffolding of language, experience, and mathematics. Obviously bonobos can do it. But I don’t think they can understand that’s what they’re doing, any more than genes can; and you can perfectly well analyse a lot of the activity of the genome in terms of punishing free riders.

This just reinforces Tallis’s point about the way that foresight, deliberation, etc, act in some sense contrary to natural selection. If we had to understand what we were doing before we could do it, we could never have evolved to the point where understanding is possible. The Bonobos’ ability to punish free riders may well be a pre-requisite for the evolution of human intelligence, with its ability to entertain concepts such as “ecology” and “the punishment of free riders”. But they couldn’t do it if they had to understand what they were doing. Only we can do that.

I think that some animals have some glimmerings of foresight. Some have ideas of agency. Bonobos are smarter in all sorts of ways than fish, or even greyhounds. But humans have two really important differences from other animals. The first is the use of our own bodies, and especially our hands as tools, which leads to external, collective tool use. The second is language, which is also collective. So our grasp of the world is not just a simple matter of individual cognition. If we are preparing for a hard winter, this involves many other people’s experience of “winter” — all that went into shaping the word. Both these mean we can think about what we do in a way that other animals just can’t, even though they can do, and perhaps to some extent think.

At this point, Tallis’ argument gets really complicated, and I am going to have to think about it some more.

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waking to discover

for much of this afternoon I have been dreaming that I am in an armchair reading Raymond Tallis and waking to find that I am. None the less, his latest book, which I am reviewing for the Graun is very important. Amongst other things, it is a prolonged and lethal attack on the Churchlands, and, to a lesser extent, Daniel Dennett. Below the fold a sample of the argument.

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